<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:41:32.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-5418234551965439795</id><published>2008-11-21T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:07:35.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>vindicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So mesmerizing, and so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am captivated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-5418234551965439795?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5418234551965439795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=5418234551965439795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5418234551965439795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5418234551965439795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/vindicated.html' title='vindicated.'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-2572188715007758958</id><published>2008-11-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:25:46.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and goodbye and goodnight'/><title type='text'>With a heavy heart</title><content type='html'>I think my life can be summed up into one sad word: goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting close to my friends are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baharain&lt;/span&gt; its time to say goodbye to them and move to India. After taking forever to settle down and fine the perfect friends, its time to say goodbye to them and move to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows since coming to Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; said more goodbyes then i think my heart can even take.&lt;br /&gt;You would think one would learn to not get attached to things so easily but how sad is it to live your life loving nothing because you would have to say goodbye to them?&lt;br /&gt;Last day at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HC&lt;/span&gt; hostel. I still remember my first day here. How much i hated the whole thing, i remember the rain and the prison-like lifts. i remember not being sure i remembered how to navigate to my room through the long yellow corridors.&lt;br /&gt;I remember staying up the whole night, not being able to cry or think. Just so angry and so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how i hated it so much and i remember going to school and realizing i hated school even more.&lt;br /&gt;That's when hostel became home. How i would run from school the minute the bell rang to come back "home".&lt;br /&gt;And now 2 years have gone by and i cant seem to place my finger on the exact day when school became like heaven and hostel became like home. Like a real home.&lt;br /&gt;When the harsh faces became friends and the long corridors became short.&lt;br /&gt;When the suffocatingly perfect interiors of the hostel became places i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; look at without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conjuring&lt;/span&gt; up some memory.&lt;br /&gt;And now its time to say goodbye again.&lt;br /&gt;And to all my J2 seniors. I cant tell you how much ill miss you all. Its meant the world to me to have you by my side. Helping me with studies, guys, girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the end of our journey together and i also know that no matter what people say about being "friends forever" there is actually no such term. Trust me, i know about this better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;And as ill say goodbye to you guys today ill turn and look at the faces of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;3's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;1's and realize that next year ill be saying goodbye to them too.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if someone will feel this way when i leave. I wonder if its just as hard for everyone else to say goodbye to things as it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i thank God for the fact that i feel so horrid while saying goodbye.It goes to show that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; in lucky enough to have memories strong enough and happy enough to bring tears to my eyes when i have to leave them behind.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the ledge hanging outside my window for the longest time last night. (yes i know i can fall off and break all the bones in my body. thanks) And i looked at the hostel from high up on the sixth storey and preserved the picture in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully every time i need it, i can close my eyes again and conjure up the same calm i felt last night.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; leaving behind this year.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remember all of you, the best and the worst. And i promise to always keep you in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;And i can only hope that what we remember of each other is enough to make us want to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-2572188715007758958?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2572188715007758958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=2572188715007758958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2572188715007758958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2572188715007758958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-heavy-heart.html' title='With a heavy heart'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-5499177109433703828</id><published>2008-03-30T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:10:22.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the laughter day</title><content type='html'>Today i shall break my usual style of NOT writing about my day on my blog. It was one of those days which start out utterly ordinary and take such a turn half-way through you know youre never gonna forget it.&lt;br /&gt;So around 1:30 me and Lakshmi were sitting together attempting and failing sadly, to study. Suddenly Sara called and asked us when these free tix we got frm sch were expiring and we guy realized tday was like the last day. So being utterly cheapo as we are, we abandoned our "studies" and like any pure blooded hosteler would, went to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the crappiest movies were on and that practically all show times didnt suit us, Lakshi and me got dressed, got late, and cabbed all the way to Cathay. Which cost us 10 bucks. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "what shows are available at 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Lady at counter: "um Blah Blah Blah and Blah"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay we'll um watch blah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just as im about to book the tix and take out the free voucher lakshmi pulled me aside and told me she jus realized out tix were golden V and we guys were um NOT at golden V&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing.to.the.core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly i dont think im ever going cathay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well we run, take another cab, run some more and reach plaza sing, and in the nick of time make it to Shutter. Sara was shit scared just looking at the posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all sit down, after a lot of commotion and dropping like half our popcorn everwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is effin hilarious. its not even scary. its not even remotley jump-in-your-seat scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed through it. i mean seriously. I was like seriously cackling. I think my laughter was more scary than the whole movie combined.&lt;br /&gt;And it didnt help that Sara was screaming and laughing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie:&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "So the dead chick slept with Ben?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "The dead chick slept with jane?"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "No ben slept with jane and the dead chick also slept with Ben"&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi: "WHAT? Ben slept with Jerry? Ben and Jerry slept together? They're gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, she wasnt even kidding. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i laughed so hard i just sat in the aisle and laughed and laughed and laughed till the coke toppled over.&lt;br /&gt;She was freaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "So she just sits on his shoulder forever, thats why he had the kink?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"yeah, kinky man"&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi gives us both a blank look&lt;br /&gt;five secs later&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi: "ooooh. kinky, like kink and kinky cux they slept tgt!! AHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus on our way back to hostel, Maggi and Me was lk playing on tht Tv thing&lt;br /&gt;So sara goes like 'why is tht chick always wearing the wedding dress?'&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi: "Oh cause shez a dick"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "shez a DICK?"&lt;br /&gt;LAkshmi :"i mean shez a dead"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "Shez a dead dick?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. guys.&lt;br /&gt;hats off to you. you're friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously what is the deal with Ben and Jerry?&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda gay if you think about it. Maybe they do sleep tgt. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw. I jus super-glued my finger tgt.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. Does super glue even come off?&lt;br /&gt;Darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-5499177109433703828?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5499177109433703828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=5499177109433703828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5499177109433703828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5499177109433703828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/laughter-day.html' title='the laughter day'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-2186495950344414880</id><published>2008-03-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:36:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You begin to wonder why you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-2186495950344414880?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2186495950344414880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=2186495950344414880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2186495950344414880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2186495950344414880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-one-you-say-we-need-to-talk-he.html' title=''/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-1571467361639638264</id><published>2008-03-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:33:09.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3:30 AM and im still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why? Its because of you. Im so worried about you&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to get everything together?&lt;br /&gt;I see you waste away everyday of your life..letting it pass by as though its not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i can see it so clearly..why cant you see how amazing you are? and how far you can go.&lt;br /&gt;You can have everything you ever wanted..all you need to do is let yourself have it.&lt;br /&gt;What are you so scared of? Tell me everything. Im still right here for you..i never left you..and your pain kills me inside..keeps me up at night.&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me feel ever worse is the way you push me out. Let me in. Please. I can help you. I want to help you. You know i would give myself up if it could save you.&lt;br /&gt;Im still here. Inside you. I never abandoned you..and no matter who abandons you i will still always be here. Let me take you hand. Let me be the shoulder you can cry on. Let me make you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you think..you think im gone forever. You think its all over..like it never even existed. But the truth is that it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont do this to yourself. And if you dont care about yourself then think of it this way: dont do this to me. Because every wound you inflict upon yourself is felt by me too.&lt;br /&gt;All i ask for you is to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than seeing you destroy yourself is being locked outside your life and watching you crumble like a spectator. And i cant do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one i ever believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-1571467361639638264?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1571467361639638264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=1571467361639638264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/1571467361639638264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/1571467361639638264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-330-am-and-im-still-not-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-3996005089763237271</id><published>2008-03-14T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:47:56.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melting'/><title type='text'>aaah *stupidgrin*</title><content type='html'>gahh..im in love with this song..&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god..if a guy sang this to me i would melt into a gooey puddle right there and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong to Me - Jason Wade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;see the pyramids around the Nile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;watch the sunrise from a tropic isle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;just remember darling all the while -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;you belong to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;see the marketplace in old Angier &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;send me photographs and souvenirs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;just remember when a dream appears -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;you belong to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'll be so alone without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you'll be lonesome too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;fly the ocean in a silver plane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;see the jungle when it's wet with rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;just remember till you're home again -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;you belong to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;oh I'll be so alone without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you'll be lonesome too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;fly the ocean in a silver plane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;see the jungle when it's wet with rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;just remember till you're home again -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;you belong to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes..gooey-chitra-puddle comming right up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-3996005089763237271?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3996005089763237271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=3996005089763237271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3996005089763237271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3996005089763237271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaah-stupidgrin.html' title='aaah *stupidgrin*'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-8995131276647281618</id><published>2008-03-07T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:37:52.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss me'/><title type='text'>"Kiss Me"</title><content type='html'>Kiss Me- Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me down by the broken tree house&lt;br /&gt;Swing me upon its hanging tire&lt;br /&gt;Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat&lt;br /&gt;We'll take the trail marked on your father's map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-8995131276647281618?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-1531382422228472384</id><published>2008-03-07T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:45:43.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sense of Freedom</title><content type='html'>All exams are finally over and i am free.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most amazing feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;And it just so happens that i absolutely donot feel like blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-1531382422228472384?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1531382422228472384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-3130471302791475158</id><published>2008-02-26T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:48:03.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUG'/><title type='text'>Black coffee + Notes = Fun            NOT</title><content type='html'>Yes. i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;It has been very very very shamelessly long since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. new year passed. V-day passed. My birthday passed. Hell even chinese new year passed.&lt;br /&gt;And now its the dreaded time of the year again. The first interim test. And the sad (or maybe good) part is that since these are the first one's of the year, i actually give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;cause you know..the year shouldnt start bad and blah blah. Though my chem and phy are screwed beyon repair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i seriously wonder why i was given this scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Times like now..when my roomie is up studying and i am up blogging. On my dead blog. Which shows how desperate i am to not touch my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh school tomorrow. again :x&lt;br /&gt;im so unhappy with school. But i cant even pon anymore. Cause i alr ponned for 3 days last week. And wednesday is kinda becoming my pet ponning day.&lt;br /&gt;its just something about wednesday. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH. ASS WEEK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STRESS! TENSION! HEADACHE! BACKACHE (yeah srsly)&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;i really should go back to studying chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:48&lt;br /&gt;and i still have a long long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-3130471302791475158?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3130471302791475158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=3130471302791475158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3130471302791475158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3130471302791475158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-coffee-notes-fun-not.html' title='Black coffee + Notes = Fun            NOT'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-2222702659458075857</id><published>2007-09-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:45:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato's Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..well now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; is to a real nerdy entry..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see my school has this really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; module which is kinda like philosophy only we are not allowed to call it philosophy because it sounds like so crazy it you say that 15 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are being taught philosophy. but yeah in essence it pretty much is philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now some people have a misconception about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; philosophy that its fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; and if you go online and key in Descartes or Plato or Socrates i can assure you you will find several articles that will capture your interest and might even make you want to search a bit more. Yeah Yeah its all fun and good.&lt;br /&gt;But its kinda stops being such a treat when you have to it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; hour long lectures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ingle&lt;/span&gt; day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to over hyper or over dead teachers talking about shit which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make sense at all. Trust me at that time, the bubble gum under the chair of the LT seems way more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i guess when we started off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Plato's&lt;/span&gt; cave in MI I seated my butt in the LT and turned myself off. The usual ritual i do to preserve my sanity, But then the matrix started playing on the screen and i woke up from my slumber, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt; two lectures. Okay ill admit it i was pretty awake this time. But then the lights came on and the ramblings about some "allergy" started and i tuned off again.&lt;br /&gt;Well this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; we have to hand up an essay on this  allergy( which i figured later is an allegory). And when i finally got down to reading it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; actually quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So what Plato says in this thing is that humans believe only what they have been taught to believe. We form our opinions not based on what we think but based on the norms of the society and on the opinions of the people before us. For example if since birth we had been locked up, without any communication with the world around, and then shown two faces and asked which one is prettier, there is no saying that we would chose the one with the better features or the smoother skin. Yeah it sounds darn obvious now, but really its not like we had been born knowing whats pretty, we think its pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the people around us think its pretty. Hence we humans are just like sheep, with no opinions of our own. The same goes for opinions on justice and truth.&lt;br /&gt;Is the world around us really true or is it just a fabrication, a memory, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; we are being made to believe? Now supposing you take that person who has been in that one room since birth and take him outside, the new things he sees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; shock him and the light of the world outside would scare him. It would hurt his eyes and he would be scared seeing the new animals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; and other strange creatures. when finally his eyes are not blinded by shock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt; he would be scared. At this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the person would choose to return to his room, without fear of the new.&lt;br /&gt;The Plato things goes on way beyond this, i mean its this whole thing with lots of truth in it. really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wacko&lt;/span&gt; for putting this up. seriously. it kinda does explain a lot of stuff. Like why people are afraid to accept the new pr why we think what we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in some way we all can link our lives to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Plato's&lt;/span&gt; cave. Go ahead guys and read up on it. Its Plato's Allegory of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;and if you read up and think its bull crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; kill me. hey i have to write an essay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me i have 1500 words worth of essay left for me to write!&lt;br /&gt;back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-2222702659458075857?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2222702659458075857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-5437114646795061964</id><published>2007-08-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:00:22.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!</title><content type='html'>oh man! my brain is lk burning up!&lt;br /&gt;soo much to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;first of all ive got da stupid ih essay to worry about,,i mean total war! who da hell even cares..as long as no bombs are falling off the sky and into my lap i am perfectly happy being uneducated about war..and even if they are i doubt i can call the enemy off their attack by telling them the pros and cons of the gulf war or whtever.&lt;br /&gt;and if tht wsnt enough i am stuck wid one session of canoeing dat i HAVE to go for even if i have absolutely no plans of joining it because Mr.Yong is pissed at me. i mean wtf..its nt lk i ever said dat im gonna be joining canoeing anyway..&lt;br /&gt;also da fact dat iver got my exams comming in less den a month for which i have to secure a GPA of lk 3.7 dsnt help one bit.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;plus i also have to clean up my room..i mean does my hostel suck or does my hostel suck? at the amount of cash dese ppl take we should have lk persnol maids cleaning up for us and all. lol&lt;br /&gt;AND my bff is lk turning 18 dis sept and i have no bloody clue wht im gonna do for her AND i have to call back home lk so long overdue AND AND AND..&lt;br /&gt;i so need a break man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and between dis hell of a life i have here its only the small moments which keep my running through&lt;br /&gt;lk i dunno..haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe erm paying the hostel back by taking a night out widout permission?&lt;br /&gt;satisfying...&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;gotta go swimming soon!&lt;br /&gt;have to collect material for ih!!&lt;br /&gt;finish math excercises!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate ip!!!!&lt;div 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title='STRESS!'/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-7918998702543787111</id><published>2007-08-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:02:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><content type='html'>so yeah..im back in s'pore&lt;br /&gt;have been back for a week now..&lt;br /&gt;well lifes just da same i see..same old..harldy landed and i already have 3 assignments on my head..&lt;br /&gt;yup lifes good..lol&lt;br /&gt;hmm so lets see..my nxt weekends gonna be a looong one...hallelujah..its s'pore national day on 8th and 9th is also a hol :D god do we EVER hve two hols for indian independance day? nope..&lt;br /&gt;haha.so nxt wed thur fri sat and sun hols&lt;br /&gt;wait dats 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;ok..we NEVER have 3 days hols fr heck&lt;br /&gt;but whts to me.? ive got myself a looooooooooooooooooong weekend :D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nxt weeks asean night also..so we guys got sum extravagant plans fr dat ;)&lt;br /&gt;hpe it goes all well&lt;br /&gt;well right now i gtg swim..&lt;br /&gt;coz da long weekend isnt here as yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-7918998702543787111?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7918998702543787111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=7918998702543787111&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>hmm&lt;br /&gt;today was one hellova long day..wow&lt;br /&gt;nt dat i rly anythng dat tiring but i still cannot wait to hit da bed.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant..so sad&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i woke up early in da mrng..coz its a sunday..and i lk getting early starts on sundays..so yeah i woke up at lk 9ish types..&lt;br /&gt;YES dat IS early for me..heck dat is early for anyone..i mean who even wakes up before 12 wen on a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..den i had to pack...my god..parents can be so neurotic at times..i mean i have lk 1 day left i can pack all i want..i mean when i ws comming back my flight ws at lk 9 in da mrng and i started packing at 3 in the night after staying out late and stilll managed to wash AND dry my hair..&lt;br /&gt;but npe..i ws put to packing ages before my flight..so i ws stuck lugging heavy stuff in and out of my bags..&lt;br /&gt;den at arnd 1:30 i went over to jutiz plce we guys sat dere gossipped and got ready..&lt;br /&gt;all 5 of us..it ws so much fun :P&lt;br /&gt;den we guys went to pizza hut and made more noise den the whole place combined..and dats an achievement i swr..but den dere were 18 of us..heh&lt;br /&gt;we guys roamed around and took loong drives..&lt;br /&gt;lots of noise..lots of music..lots of times..and lots of friends..the perfect way to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now m back&lt;br /&gt;and still packing (neurotic parents)&lt;br /&gt;and bored to death&lt;br /&gt;and tired to death to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope such days come along all my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no sleep tonite i guess..&lt;br /&gt;no its nt coz i plan to say up studying..npe&lt;br /&gt;i nvr do..and m a scholar..kinda hard to believe..&lt;br /&gt;but den haha lets leave dat topic aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stayin up coz i drank way too many mugs of coffe and ate 4 rum balls AND had a huge hookah somewhat by myself..&lt;br /&gt;making it impossible for me to sleep even if im tired lk hell.&lt;br /&gt;lk i am right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-9174179243110054853?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9174179243110054853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=9174179243110054853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/9174179243110054853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/9174179243110054853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm-today-was-one-hellova-long-day.html' 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and kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;but the fact remains dat im a indian and i have never ever worn a sari till date, ok except at this one wedding where it took me lk an hour to wear da goddamned thing and 2 secs to get it off and another hour to get the makeup off, but dats a totally different story.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah she wants to wear a sari, so bad..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing thats unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;i apologised to sumone, ok i didnt apologise exactly coz it wasnt my fault, but i put aside my (extremely large) ego and actually made an effort at peace with a person who i ws on not dat great terms with.&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;dats lk "defying a law of nature"&lt;br /&gt;lol...good one sheenz..loll&lt;br /&gt;and its actually not tht bad, u fell lk the bigger person..hmm&lt;br /&gt;mayb i could also try to make peace with..say R, who is ths person who trips me lk hell.&lt;br /&gt;i actuallt cud&lt;br /&gt;or mayb i could jus continue fighting jus to da awesum felling i get when i see her crushed face when i win an ego war..&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;besides i rly doubt dere can be any peace when i constantly keep getting the feeling of ripping her apart limb-by-limb evrytime i see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-3123419384681764869?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3123419384681764869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=3123419384681764869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3123419384681764869'/><link 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since ive jus got one more week to relax before i go back to mugging hell again..&lt;br /&gt;but im a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;mayb it has sumtin to do with the fact tht i got prison break all seasons on dvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-5562796154362142387?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5562796154362142387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=5562796154362142387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5562796154362142387'/><link rel='self' 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that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonelier you feel the lonelier the world makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i deserve the reward, i have to beg in order to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words had hurt me more than the wounds i sufferred in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broader the smile deeper may be the wound inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times i pray i will only get what i rightfully deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am estatic about something there are never enough people to share it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face is not as important as it is made to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not always a coward who gives up a fight,sometimes smart people do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are never at fault, they just mirror our faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One persons misery is another persons merriment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship has an expiry date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better when i am silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling all the time can really hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears convey more then words can ever say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-3483852124118835782?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3483852124118835782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=3483852124118835782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3483852124118835782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/3483852124118835782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-is-something-i-got-in-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-4875951176556431476</id><published>2007-06-13T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:24:55.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watch my sis expertly put the liner on her eye and groan inwardly as i stare at the HUGE plaster on my leg. On my flight back home i had my mind fogged with visions of me partying, shopping and sitting in mocha with my friends...but half of my holidays have gone already and here i am sitting on my bed with the laptop on my knees..turning to blogging to keep my sanity. Because i know if i have to watch one more re-run of scrubs or friends i will just lose it..so this is not how i imagined my trip back home to be..comming home for the first time in six months since signing my scholarship deed, i kinda imagined it differently..like me in my sis's place perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no such luck..i guess that's what happens when u tell a shopoholic that she can blow up 15000 bucks in 15 days...she breaks a leg.literally. So here i am, sitting online for the 10th time in the day with a HUGE plaster, extended leave from school and bed sores...:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just decide to pick up any topic to write about. My boredom is ULTIMATE. I look up at my sis again as she steadily approaches an impeccable look and turn in dismay to my laptop again. It seems to be my date for tonite. Just like it had been for &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; night before and before that. How badly a plaster ruins a persons life i now realize. It ruins my social life here beyond repair. and it ruins &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; social life of other people in Singapore too. Just one twist of fate&lt;ankle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;Si just pick up a random topic from a conversation i had with my friend on msn recently. He asked my how i would like to be asked out by a guy...and i said, in a straight forward manner, upfront. And then he asked me how i would ask a guy out, and i said like any self respecting girl would say, I'm NEVER gonna ask a guy out. it goes totally against my ego..which is when he goes like and how is then a guy supposed to know that u like him? and i said that its up to him to figure out. Which is when my very disgusted interrogator said" girl psychology" and left the topic.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i wonder. Is it really that hard to understand. I mean if we tell a guy we like him then whats even the point of trying to get him to ask you out?&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware of the bimbosity and randomosity of this topic yet at this time no other topic comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe guy brains are too small to understand girl games. It is true. I mean what is so hard in it. Its is like a mono-programmed thing, see-like-talk-like more-flirt-positive-ask out&lt;br /&gt;which is what i explained to my friend. and his next question made me realize that i was pursuing a pointless topic and made me lose all faith in the male species. "so how do we come to know a girl is flirting?"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will ask out the guy of my dreams. It seems to be a safer bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-4875951176556431476?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4875951176556431476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=4875951176556431476&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/4875951176556431476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/4875951176556431476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-watch-my-sis-expertly-put-liner-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pEnSiVe..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03605658822921062806'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>