<?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-12214854</id><updated>2011-11-13T13:46:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craze For Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>485</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8268887368129855053</id><published>2011-09-02T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:17:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This is a new beginning for me. Hence, a picture that depicts it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A new horizon that presents a multitude of challenges. Lord, please be with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLU3dHE9Oow/TmBYjhUYPuI/AAAAAAAAJXg/weKnWLqpSXU/s1600/beautiful_horizon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLU3dHE9Oow/TmBYjhUYPuI/AAAAAAAAJXg/weKnWLqpSXU/s320/beautiful_horizon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647611299985112802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Technically, I got promoted to a new firm. Awesome pay, awesome building with awesome view and extra awesome everything else. Good colleagues too. Many interns are like working on attachments here. Its nice to listen to their POV too. For some reason, I wished that I was enrolled in NUS's Law. Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, something has been bothering me - alot. I'm really very pissed with the whole Danz Arena event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First and foremost, I was really pissed off with myself. Due to God's good blessings, I snapped my knee twice in a week prior to Danz Arena and I taped up my knee really tightly that I couldn't bend it at ease. But obviously my passion overrode the pain. Honestly, fuck ! I want a fucking new knee. A bitch slammed into my knee and dislocated it and what happened ?. She managed to continue playing floorball while I had to suffer in pain. Medical expenses chalked up and to-date my knee is not stable. Thanks to her, I can't even dance as per my heart's wish ! And please, I do know that NOT MANY understand what my passion means to me. Some may believe that I am being over-dramatic but let me say this : FUCK YOU ! Wanna trade shoes with me and perhaps you may understand what my passion exactly means ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I was really very disappointed with Maalika. I loathe her comments. Like totally. Honestly, mid way into the dance, I was flustered with anger because I saw the coordination going hay-wire. My hopes dashed when I collided into Guru and Nesh. I was like "Damn, that's it". But completing the dance was my priority then. Maalika mentioned that our coordination was out. That I totally agree but what I cannot possibly digest is, the fact that she believed that we should have done a "happy dance". Our friends who were the spectators mentioned that Maalika criticised all those who had elements of anger/ghostly theme/funeral possession. She seemed to favour a whole load of happy dance. I remember her saying "Why so much of anger for a dance". Frankly I felt like telling her "try dancing for a rebel song like Kodu Potta with a damned smile and happiness ! Like what the hell ? If she had wanted a happy dance then please, for heaven's sake, you should have written "happy/happiness" as the theme for Danz Arena 2011 ! And finally, dance is about expressing your feelings. If she feel that barathanaathiyam allows her to express her feelings then good for her. So does that mean she criticise hiphop dancers ?. Well, her comment was "Do a happy dance. No reason for wanting to have a message through your dance". So next time, I am going to put a full-fledged kuthu song and if she asks me for the theme, I'll say "HAPPY DANCE". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also, certain groupmates disappointed me - that I'll have to deal with later. Even the show was hella' disappointing ! Especially the mystery round - I really have no comments for Maalika's comments again. I think the mystery round wasn't planned properly. All I can say is, luckily we didn't get "Holey Holey". Last minute the management changed it to a remixed version ! No planning ! The whole plan seemed soo messy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Last but not least, I am really pissed with an immoral idiot called Nazriin. Well she and her group of friends came to taunt us for Danz Arena. I knew that they would be present. Anyways I am not embarrassed or whatsoever at all. Really. We took part in a competition and we did our best and we got judged by a judge who seemed to have woken up on the wrong side on that unfateful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;While Maalika was giving comments, I did overheard Nazriin using vulgarities and hurled remarks at us. Well her tiny ass simply itches for trouble. She has always tried to taunt us even while we practised at RP. So that wasn't uncalled for. But she using vulgarities was definitely antagonising. Trust me, I was really pissed. I know for sure that even some of the dancers from my group were looking for her after the dance. We were really pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And soon after, Gaya saw her and another idiot called Divya at Bishan. This time Nazriin said "Look, that's our P Susheela walking away". And both she and Divya blocked Gaya's way. Seriously, what does Nazriin really want ?. You want to taunt us, taunt us on the stage. Not at a public place. Did she even stop to think what would have happened to her if Gaya decided to react ?. I wish Gaya just slapped her. I don't advocate all these but for the very first time in my life, I am really itching to slap that Nazriin. Well, very honestly, she has crossed her limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sometimes I really feel that what people said about my dancers was just so true ! No offence meant, I'm not talking about all the dancers. But people had alot to say about those troublemakers. Sometimes, by pursing after a passion and having people from the "other end" to be part of it and to support it, seems to really pull down my objectives. I am not ostracising any groups or lifestyle of people. But these idiots have proved otherwise. They showed me that they were literally the people from the "other end" - in terms of their habits, lifestyle and intelligence. I am not putting anyone down - not at all. But those idiots, deserve this ! Imagine, what kind of surroundings these Nazriin must have been through that she can compromise on the very roots of her upbringing by using such insults in a public place ?! Eeeks ! I totally regret having them part of my passion group. Thank God, they're out ! PHEW !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And oh, how did I forget ?. Some idiots bought tickets from a member of my group and had the cheek to even say "tell Vithiya, not to be too happy. I didn't buy the tickets to support her". What nonsense ? Honestly Jai, I am definitely not craving for YOUR support. You can keep it where it may be deemed as important. You don't mean a thing to me and honestly you supporting me or not, simply doesn't make any difference to me at all. So please, fuck off. Or maybe, PLEASE GROW UP, JAI ! I do know that you or your spies read my blog and I simply wanted this to be heard (or rather, read). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Summing it all up, I wish I don't have to stick to "wayward" methods to get my passion going. Sometimes, it really upsets me when I have the recipe and different cooks explore their methods and end up spoiling the food ( for those who read my blog, ask me what I mean by this instead of assuming nonsense). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8268887368129855053?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8268887368129855053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8268887368129855053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8268887368129855053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8268887368129855053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-new-beginning-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLU3dHE9Oow/TmBYjhUYPuI/AAAAAAAAJXg/weKnWLqpSXU/s72-c/beautiful_horizon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-5195286662362400034</id><published>2011-06-22T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:40:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11ohP6Cn6Lw/TgGu_c4X6vI/AAAAAAAAJXY/m5j_X1uvA5g/s1600/shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620966215042722546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11ohP6Cn6Lw/TgGu_c4X6vI/AAAAAAAAJXY/m5j_X1uvA5g/s320/shoulder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A shoulder to cry onto. The tears are the same but I don't want a different shoulder. Sometimes you would be too comfortable with only 1 shoulder that even if substitutes are readily available, you wouldn't want them. Well, life and its controversial twists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, thank God I met my brotherlove yesterday. I managed to wear my heart on my sleeve. I felt so much better. But the thing is, time doesn't stand still all the time and it keeps moving forth and when that happens, just too many happenings takes place and even before you know it, you'll somehow travel back to square 1. Why ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I simply have too many "WHY ?" (s).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, earlier on, myself and Mr E were watching "Annoying Orange". Mr E uses that to teach his students. So we ended up sharing our thoughts. He asked me a question and I got it right ! Yay ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;By the way, I deleted about 800+ friends from facebook and I am still left with about 1000+. God ! A lesson learnt, Vitz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, the funniest thing is, I travelled all around and got entangled in a mess to only return to the same road. Why ? See, I told you that I have too many 'why(s)' right ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Also, everyone knows but they act. Like I said earlier, its always easy to redeem yourself. Just do all the mistakes and then live up to what they have always wanted you to be and soon after, your mistakes/sins will all be forgotten. Not blaming, but disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And guess what, Charlie Chaplin is an intelligent dude. Seriously. I love his "I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying". You know idiots would say that crying is only for weaklings - but hello, we are no robots. We have emotions built into us. And guess what, only one thing makes us- humans weak. Only 1 thing and it is, love. When you shower alot of love, affection and concern on someone and when it goes unappreciated or trampled upon, your heart breaks, You may be one helluva strong asshole but you will break down and cry like a baby because it simply - hurts. For some people, you can feel the stab of pain in your heart and feel it literally break into smithereens. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just hide behind the tears of a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-5195286662362400034?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5195286662362400034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=5195286662362400034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5195286662362400034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5195286662362400034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/06/shoulder-to-cry-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11ohP6Cn6Lw/TgGu_c4X6vI/AAAAAAAAJXY/m5j_X1uvA5g/s72-c/shoulder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4828006054707217420</id><published>2011-06-21T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:19:12.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Cx-AJgClA/TgAI_5ZTh3I/AAAAAAAAJXQ/XWKBwC6IbUI/s1600/heartache1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620502228790118258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Cx-AJgClA/TgAI_5ZTh3I/AAAAAAAAJXQ/XWKBwC6IbUI/s320/heartache1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, I'm holding to the broken one, just as tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not having a good day. My mind is wandering and its just too fatal. Well, can't quite hold my ground especially when there's a huge crack there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can't believe my own eyes, things that I see and things that I am seeing. Well, God, can I talk to you ? I really want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4828006054707217420?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4828006054707217420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4828006054707217420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4828006054707217420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4828006054707217420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-im-holding-to-broken-one-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Cx-AJgClA/TgAI_5ZTh3I/AAAAAAAAJXQ/XWKBwC6IbUI/s72-c/heartache1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-1676392002955638920</id><published>2011-06-20T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:07:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thoughts flowing like a river .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGOiBaHqH0/Tf66Xm5YL2I/AAAAAAAAJXI/IHOhl7d1FJg/s1600/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620134299745922914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGOiBaHqH0/Tf66Xm5YL2I/AAAAAAAAJXI/IHOhl7d1FJg/s320/heartbroken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, this is the face that I'm trying to mask. Broken I am, but I got to put up this facade that comes with a plastered smile. Maybe, I should go crave out a smile just like, The Joker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, I would be lying through my skin if I say that I never laughed. Yes, I do laugh, play pranks on others and of course, joke around just like I always do. But being happy and being contented is two different thing. I am happy to a certain extent but I definitely am not contented. I literally feel this void - just this particular empty space in my heart. And for that reason alone, I know that I am not contented. Sometimes, I feel empty. And I realise that no amount of anything can make me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Very recently, I came up with a status on Facebook which read :- "When you used to be on my mind, it was all legal. You still are on my mind, but this time, illegally". Ha, I bet this sentence is more than enough to explain what I am talking about. No ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And very recently, this certain thought struck me. I shall narrate this thought by using a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jane and Joe were in a relationship for quite some time. Everything was going well but one day, everything ended, just like that. Strange reasons were thrown and till now, Jane questions them but of course, there were no answers - or maybe, she can NEVER find the answers. But lets throw this aside. Let's look at this :- Love means you can never life without that partner of yours. Jane definitely agrees on this especially since she knows how difficult her life is. And Jane remembers Joe saying this "find a better guy and move on". So Jane wonders now that, it IS possible for Joe to see her with someone else and not feel a thing ?. This thought alone made Jane feel so so empty and maybe not even words can explain that feeling. Maybe, it is alot more deeper than being "empty". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sometimes, matters of the heart is a tad too subjective to even talk about, eh ?. But I should admit that I really get pissed off with idiots when they think that every single love matter be dealt using the same solutions. Oh please c'mon, matters of the heart doesn't have a freaking, "one-size-fits-all" solution. So please stop making it look all-so cliched. Because it definitely isn't. For some, if Person A leaves, they have Person B. But for some, it isn't like that at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Also, it's just so funny to see how things just change like that. Once upon a time, everyone had a vested interest in knowing more about me, my affairs and etc. But now, its so obvious that just too much have been withdrawn. I don't know the reason, but I can hazard a guess. But its definitely, painful. All I can do is, manage a smile even though I am crying a river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well well well, God created this and maybe one day, I can ask God himself, WHY THIS HAPPENED ?. Either ways, I realise that when you smile while you're crying a river, you would find a stronger you. Well, at least, thats what I do :P .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And to make matters worst, I get irritated with attention. I really am. I am naturally getting agitated when strangers try to make a move. Yea, fuck yea, I am single but I am not keen already. Too much of a bitter pill is enough for me. I simply don't have the confidence and trust on anyone. Sometimes, I really feel like screaming at those people's face : LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU IDIOTS ! Argh, controlling my anger is another thing. Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arghh ! Ok, moving on, I am really looking forward to my play which will take place somewhere in September. Honestly, I got flattened when I read the synopsis. It's just too good ! Well, this play revolves around the concept of Feminism. But, not the good'ol typical ones that we know of. It comes with a very interesting twist. For some reason, I feel that it caters to the "high-end" audience. 'High-end" here refers to "thinkers" - not the ones with higher monetary power. But literally, thinkers. The story is as such. Let me simply end this of with the taglines from the synopsis itself :- " Get ready to face the meanest; bawdiest; cunningly worst; the notorious and the ugliest kind of EVIL !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On the other hand, I've got my Dance Arena 2011 to think about. I've got an interesting concept to begin with BUT taking it off is of a great challenge now. You know my challenge have been trying to form the "perfect dance group". But over the years, I realise that attaining perfection is definitely hard or maybe that term itself is off the course. But well ..... . For some reason, i feel that the tension within the team is building up - maybe due to stress, unhappiness or etc. But I hope that it doesn't get blown off the top. Or maybe, the active volcanoes will have to lay low when the match sticks are struck. All I know is, patience is the key - remember it isn't tolerance. Tolerance is a collaborated effort. So hopefully, things smoothen out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And to my fellow haters, no worries, you are allow to make my situation a mockery. You can all come together and laugh and of course, hurl words and etc. But remember, one day you will be in that situation too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And to my favourite "stranger" who tags my blog like a coward. You can continue doing what you're good at. But remember, you're adding on to your negative karmic points. Just do it and lets see if God keeps you comfortable :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-1676392002955638920?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1676392002955638920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=1676392002955638920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1676392002955638920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1676392002955638920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-flowing-like-river.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGOiBaHqH0/Tf66Xm5YL2I/AAAAAAAAJXI/IHOhl7d1FJg/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-1764540852907182110</id><published>2011-05-31T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:56:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hello to my fans &amp;amp; to my haters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Long absence, yes I know. Well, been caught up with alot of commitments. Anyways, I'll be making my TV debut tomorrow on Vasantham. I'll be doing a lead role for this docu-drama entitled "Ennule" and it will be telecasted at 10pm. The trailer brought some good reception and I am really excited to watch the whole drama. Loads of hardwork, sweat and blood are like peppered all over the scenes and I hope, I did justice to my role. Please keep the support following. Am truly humbled by the comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFfWGRNLJVM/TeRvvuWbt0I/AAAAAAAAJW8/ZtcinpF3Ik0/s1600/shoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612733901297137474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFfWGRNLJVM/TeRvvuWbt0I/AAAAAAAAJW8/ZtcinpF3Ik0/s320/shoot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To be, real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2OlZksDQs/TeRvvQ3kKWI/AAAAAAAAJW0/pJkWMT3jVa0/s1600/shoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612733893383039330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2OlZksDQs/TeRvvQ3kKWI/AAAAAAAAJW0/pJkWMT3jVa0/s320/shoot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One of my favourite picture. Syed, the cameraman with good visions and Kumaran, really a talented director. I really adore his work. So much of talent and that much of dedication at this young age. I should really emulate his workrate !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, for some very strange reasons, 3/4 of my dreams are being achieved now. I mean, I really wanted it and I did toil hard for it but when I really wanted it, it didn't quite happen but when I was left in my own hermit, everything seems to fall into place. I don't quite understand the relation but I am happy, not truly contented due to the void that was created in my heart, but I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Of course, it came to my attention that some haters have decided to use "old school" methods to tarnish my image, reputation and name. Dearest haters, if I were any younger, I would have taken the time to rebutt each and every point that you had to mention on my chatbox but alas, time is of essence to me now. I appreciate the fact that you want to show your hatred so vividly, well, I'm touched. Continue hurling insults as much as you can because at the end of the day, you'll become the real laughing stock. My blog lacked some entertainment and I am touched by your work rate. Keep that going. Cheers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;" You may know my name. But you don't know my story. So shut up, or end up being laughed at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things that I would like to share with my well-wishers and haters :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1) I can finally call myself an Undergraduate. A chance to fulfill my dad's dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2) I've been doing alot of collaborations with a range of talented people. More projects are underway and I shall keep one and all notified via Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3) I've managed to expand my network of talented people and my friend and I have mapped out some good plans. More projects are underway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4) I'll be directing a short film real soon. My short film will carry a very strong message and some real-life incidents will be adding into it. I'm not doing this to blemish anybody's name but to send out a strong message to our community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5) Dance Arena 2011 is underway. A newer team, a newer plan. Actually, a pathetic group decided to challenge us and since I love challenges, I have decided to take it up. Infact, all of us are boiling with rage but this rage shall be extinguished when we meet on STAGE. My passion can never be eliminated by your mere words of insult. I shall show you what real challenge means. Bring it on, the rage is still burning and the stage is all set !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVVPJWBpy0k/TeRvvXEB_mI/AAAAAAAAJWs/8hxzhoVnYZo/s1600/DANCE%2BARENA%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612733895045938786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVVPJWBpy0k/TeRvvXEB_mI/AAAAAAAAJWs/8hxzhoVnYZo/s320/DANCE%2BARENA%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways for some reason, I feel that its easy to go around making mistakes and "redeem" yourself very easily. All you simply have to do is to act lovingly towards your loved ones and your mistakes will be forgotten overtime. Honestly, I am so disappointed with the whole series of events. Truly am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-1764540852907182110?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1764540852907182110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=1764540852907182110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1764540852907182110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1764540852907182110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-to-my-fans-to-my-haters.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFfWGRNLJVM/TeRvvuWbt0I/AAAAAAAAJW8/ZtcinpF3Ik0/s72-c/shoot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8740927792232223257</id><published>2011-04-04T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:03:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess, I've been literally missing in action as far as my blog is concerned. Eh ? Anyways, let me share this small venture of mine. I'm collaborating with SSVPP Productions &amp;amp; ELH Productions for a music video. The poster is up and do support me in this venture. Oh, its a Rap music video by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H17ztMoGFMI/TZk0Usj-MjI/AAAAAAAAJWk/roD3DqLBID0/s1600/KKK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591557942521246258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H17ztMoGFMI/TZk0Usj-MjI/AAAAAAAAJWk/roD3DqLBID0/s320/KKK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You know, I haven't been myself for months. There is like a million of thoughts zooming through my head. For some reason, I feel like I have transformed into a different person. Something like a ghost of my past. I am trying hard to become the person I used to be but it has been a far cry. The face of the past is looking at me from a great distance. Why ? I asked the same question too, but I never got the answer and I wonder if I will ever get the answer. Frankly, I am tired of listening to everyone's "it all happens for a reason" bullcrap. Just shut the hell up. Its easy to say it but its not easy to be embroiled in such a sticky situation. I miss being happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, I have no idea. Really no idea and at the same time I cannot buy it. Not that I am in denial but its just that I don't quite understand. But who is going to hear my confusion ? Lol, it has to be buried within me. Maybe, that's how is has to be ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing, I understood the meaning of smithereens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smile of a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I know that some gossip-scavengers have been trying hard to get hold of details about my life and I did delete and block them off my Facebook. Seriously, all you pea brains, go all out and condemn me as much as you want. I am really not bothered. I am merely saying this here just to let you know that you can by all means continue to gossip as much as you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,I was down with a bad sinus and was killed by its symptoms. I had severe pounding headache (that never stopped. The pain cannot be stopped but only reduced with the aid of painkillers), blocked ear - it affected my balance, blurry vision, diarrhoea (cos' the phlegm doesn't get get drained the normal way but rather it flows through the back of the throat and into the stomach and it triggers diarrhoea), fever, severe cough, continuous sneezing and wheezing and breathlessness. In short, I really suffered. The doctor finally gave me the nasal spray and it worked magic. If the nasal spray didn't work, I would have to go under the knife. Thank God it worked. PHEW ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8740927792232223257?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8740927792232223257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8740927792232223257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8740927792232223257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8740927792232223257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-guess-ive-been-literally-missing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H17ztMoGFMI/TZk0Usj-MjI/AAAAAAAAJWk/roD3DqLBID0/s72-c/KKK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-2950829404196124875</id><published>2010-12-23T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:47:12.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You are not meant to dance to the tune of the world, but to the song of your heart". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Excellent ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, I haven't disappeared to "anywhere". Its just that my life has become too much of a routine now. Sometimes, I hardly have time to catch up on a lot of things. For instance, I have too many movies in my I-pod and I don't have the time to watch them all. I bought a myriad of books and am yet to read them too. Technically, I miss being me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A little update on life :- Guess good things sometimes will have to come to an end. Circumstances are devilish and they require greater amount of strength to fend off. Guess, exhaustion came into place and reality slapped me across my face. Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Sikh ja ke pyar karne de val, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;jhoote sang sade ik ik pal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you can comprehend this, then good. If you can't, ask me. If I trust you, I shall tell you more. Other than that, good luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know, sometimes I really hate being misinterpreted. Like for instance, I may like tomatoes. I may actually contemplate on buying it and may even stop by to take a look at it. And based on this actions alone, people may come to the conclusion of assuming that I am there to steal those tomatoes. Now that really frustrates me. I mean wise men have mentioned that "Assumption makes an ASS out of YOU and ME. So we should stop assuming and instead, learn how to clarify. Yet some people simply don't choose to follow this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But honestly, what can I do ?. I am tired of standing up for myself at times. I mean I would stand up for myself and even this would bring the wrong impression to people. So what's the point ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hah, anyways, the year is coming to an end. Frankly, I wish 2011 would be a really better year. I'm tired of hoping for a better year especially when it doesn't turn out to be that way. I guess I'm horribly tired of too many things at this juncture. Lol. Maybe I should start ranting about a few funny happenings ... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;#1 : I've kinda planned out my New Year resolution and its really short and simple. I mean it may seem subtle but for the trained mind, it speaks a million words. My New Year Resolution is : "Live, Laugh, Love". Simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;#2 : Yesterday happened to be a very emotional day for me. Nahh, don't worry. I got my bonus. And the thing is, my boss gives me a Maybank cheque and I need to exchange it for cash and all. So for the first time, I literally had wads of cash in my hand. I mean normally the amount in the bank account would like good but to have it all in your hands spell a different feeling. I ended up going to the nearest toilet. I locked myself up in a solitary cubicle and literally spent each and every second kissing, smelling and saying thank you to the wads of cash. My hard-earned money, dude !! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;#3 : My friends know that I love toys and carebears and they got me some :)). Seriously, I am freaking addicted to White carebears. I have 4 carebears + 1 bear on my bed and now a new White Carebear to the collection. Can you believe, I sleep with 6 bears on my bed ? :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;#4 : I am beginning to appreciate the fact that I have 2 phones. Haha. While I use one solely for the purpose of taking pictures and the other for the purpose of making/attending calls. Well I am always on the phone, in a conference. And the battery life in my touch screen phone sucks. So I resorted to using a Nokia (highly recommended for NSF) phone for the calling purposes :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;#5 : I went for a shoulder-neck massage for the first time and oh my God. The experience was too over-whelming. Well ok, I shall be really honest here. Alright ?. Firstly, I had a plethora of stress knots in my shoulder area. So it was really freaking painful as the masseuse tried to release the stress knots on my shoulder. Phew !! And I ended up tearing. Also my G-spots happen to be at my neck area and haha many a time, yea .. haha. I didn't know massaging can get so sensual. Haha lastly, I almost urinated out of pain ! Hahaha. Especially when the masseuse was trying to remove those stress knots. So immediately after the massage, I ran to the toilet :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, I am literally in office, trying to type this out. I started off in the afternoon but now, I cannot really focus in finishing it since I've got tonnes and tonnes of work to do. So for now, I shall call it quits. Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll be going bugis for some shopping later. X'mas, what to do ?. And I'm suddenly down with fever. These fever pangs are a total pain in the ass. Damn, nothing can stop me from enjoying my X'mas parties. They are starting from tomorrow !! Wooohooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-2950829404196124875?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2950829404196124875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=2950829404196124875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2950829404196124875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2950829404196124875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-not-meant-to-dance-to-tune-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-7112582203863614276</id><published>2010-09-01T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:50:12.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi bloggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am feeling mentally and physically drained. You know, my lawyers around me are saying that sleep is the best way to recharge oneself. But for some reason, I don't see sleep as a way to recharge myself. I mean, I never really saw it that way. I have always seen sleep as a necessity that has to be done just for the sake of it. Well, I guess I have to believe in that ideology to make the best out of that 4-5-6 hours of sleep that I get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well now you know why I lurrrrveeee the weekends ?! That's the only time I can sleep till about 1030-12+. Well, even then, I always tend to oversleep. I mean I can always hear my alarm and that's how I wake up in the mornings. But for some reason, I simply cannot hear the alarm in the weekends and wake up really late :( . AND I don't understand why people love the mornings. I'm such a night owl. I love night. I think morning must be used to sleep while night must be used to enjoy. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, I want to rant about my thoughts now. Lol, stay guled, aights ? * this is going to be interesting * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) I think I always see gloomy people in the mornings. You know people who are simply rushing for work. I just don't get any positive vibes from them. It's like when you look around, you see traffic jams, frustrations, gloomy people, sleepy people, selfish people and the list goes on. I makes me feel so mundane. I kinda hate it. I mean, whats the point of rushing like some mental dog and failing to utilise that time to think about something positive ? Like for instance, mornings like to everyone is supposed to signal the start of a brand new day. You know, alot of people out there may not live to see the bright sunlight when the night is over, but we got the opportunity but we can't use it because we have so much of obligations to adhere to. Now, this is something which I myself hate ! Like when the bus is crowded, I stand and listen to music and think. When the bus is slightly empty, I get a seat and I listen to music and try to read the news on my mobile or from the "My Paper" paper and eventually fall asleep - just like the 3/4 of people in the bus. I feel that my every morning is just this routine. Its either I listen to music or fall asleep. When I fall asleep in the bus and wake up before my stop, I feel super groggy and sleepy and I'll be in a super mad mood till lunch. Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like amidst the competitive world, we lose ourselves. We lose our youth. We lose our colour. We just lose alot of things. You know once this youth is gone, its gone. Its never gonna come back and I hate to even watch it slip by my fingers like that ! I am really making an effort to make my youth more colourful. Really. For instance, this whole dance group commitment. Honestly, its becoming tiring. I mean I can do something else on that Saturday - from slacking with friends and having an active social life. But I do sacrifice it for dance and end up biting into my rest day - Sunday. Although it can be mentally and physically draining at times, I realise that I have no heart to call it quits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly, I love each and every member in my team. I really do. You know I am very amazed with this thing called "friendship". Like we normally get acquainted with people from school and etc. But in Transitionz, I have people from all walks of life. People whose difference ranges from age to lifestyle to the way they speak and etc. You know its just so beautiful. But for some reason, as the group becomes bigger problems may get underway too. Well at this juncture, I'll point out misconceptions, misunderstandings and a difference of idelogy as the major monsters of destruction rather than any personal conflicts. Now this road may be not easy but I do encourage everyone to believe in my idea of not giving it up without a fight. Come what may, together fight, we will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I went off the tangent there ( heehee). I'll come back to the point. Transitionz is my major outlet to carry out one of my major objectives and that is : to live life to the fullest. I love dancing and I don't want to be like the major 3/4 of the people out there : being a spectator. I want to be the other 1/4 who would actually choose to make a difference in their own life by choosing to follow their passion. Who said its impossible to juggle your passion and career ? If there's a will, there's a way. True enough, this strong mentality have guided me thus far. Don't forget ah, each year, I have to go through a major exam, juggle school work with commitments as a dancer and as a leader, taking care of funds, thinking about what to do for the group and with the group and also deal with major problems which can make me go mad and make me wonder if its all going to be worth the fight in the end. Phew, looking back all this, I realise that my life isn't smooth. I feel that alot of things in life is really simple but somehow, somewhere, something happens and it makes it alot more complicated. For this reason alone, all kinds/forms of hatred should be deeply buried. Because it makes a simple mind think alot and come up with ridiculous conclusions. But, God, always be there with me. I want to make sure I go through whatever you throw at me ( I know you have been throwing alot at me and I'm horribly tired of fighting with you but you never seem to stop ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2) You know I think children are the bombs of happiness in everyone's life. You know, I personally miss my childhood. I miss playing with my mom and dad. I know I was a very naughty kid. I still am naughty. I love to play and prank people and etc. I used to spit on this particular guy called Nithyanathan when I was in Kindergarten (PAP). I used to throw eggs on parked cars when we used to live int he 3th storey at Block 125. I used to play bicycle with the neighbours - malay boy and indian muslim girls. I used to watch my mom cook and drool. I used to hug my mom to sleep. I used to run around school. I used to play police and thief and used my wallet as my pistol and chased the thieves. I used to play block catching. I used to skip my meals during recess to play police and thief with my friends (guys and girls) in primary school. I used to buy ice-creams, get wet in the rain, buy marbles, buy toys and play with them without doing my homework. Hahaha well, how many of you'll out there know that I cannot climb down the stairs in primary school and that I still have problems ( I STILL ) climbing down a stationery escalator steps ?. Haha I don't know why but I would simply lose count of the steps and end up falling down the whole flight of steps :( ... once I remember falling and everyone saw my colourful mickey mouse underwear in primary school ! And I love toys like crazy. I STILL love them. You know I used to have 1-2 hours of play-time till secondary 2. I'll play masak-masak, wrestling with my power rangers toys and pretend like I am driving my cars and motorcycles around. Hehehe. Now this is why I always play with Rishi's toys. I swear , when I was looking for Rishi's birthday gifts, I was freaking freaking tempted to buy toys for myself to play. I miss being a child. A child who had no worries, who always thought about wanting to play and play. A child who used to laugh alot. I just miss my childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know, children add colours to our life. Let me take my favourite boy - Rishi as an example. To me, Rishi is the only one who can make me feel so happy the instant I see his face. His cute mannerism, his child-like behaviour and everything about him just makes me feel so happy. Seriously, I can't wait to have the opportunity of looking after and caring for my own child. I think at that moment, I would revisit my childhood days. Imagine me and my kid having our own play-time and play and play with no worries. Kids just rock. You know I feel that every parent out there see their lost childhood in their kids. One of the most beautiful art or should I call it beautiful beauty (i'm sorry but I really have no words to explain this) is the fact that humans can reproduce and attain a baby. Wow, seriously, I've always been very mesmerised with nature for this reason alone. Can you believe it ? Partners mate to strengthen their bond and kids are a gift of their love. I feel like humans beings are something more than a machine. I mean, to me only machine have the power and ability to create something.. BUT we can produce a junior us with our genes and our child will look like us. Wow , God is such a beautiful creator ! For this reason alone, once I die and if I happen to meet him, I will be saluting him for coming up with such a beautiful bond and human development. Kudos to you, God !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) I think marriage is losing its importance. I see divorce cases every damn day. And I feel that love can make and break someone terribly. Its more like they can be close lovers today and worst enemies tomorrow. It is scary indeed. I mean, can you believe that there are 2 extreme shades to a person's feelings ?. Hmmm. I've seen many awful cases and I feel that some people marry to attain full control of their partners and turn them into sex slaves. It's really very depressing to read their cases. For instance ( I am not naming anyone here nor invading their privacy and with no prejudice intended ) person A and B were married for about 4 years. Person A is the female and she was previously married and has a child. B married her and together, they had 2 kids. And B apparently demands for sex everyday. If she refuses, he will threaten her with a parang. A is not allow to be dressed in her house. She has to be naked. B will beat her up if she is dressed. Imagine the children. Imagine how they would be feeling to see their mom naked in their own house ?!!. And A has to seek B's permission to use the toilet at home. B also told A not to close the door when she is urinating or passing motion. Seriously, how sick can B get ?. I was getting so pissed off when I was doing this case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I feel so awkward when every applicant speak about their personal and intimate details. I can't believe that intimate details have to be dugged at and extracted to attain a better stance at the case. But you know, this can be avoided if couple decide to have a mutual divorce ? But many Singaporean here tend to fight , fight and kill off their partners through lawyers and due to this every single details comes out. We simply have to produce papers after papers of intimate details and this will come before the judge, lawyers and some "spectators". You know, some files are so super thick and those are the instances where couple will never give up fighting and making sure they had their last say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is really heart-wrenching. Seriously. There was once this woman ( she has a kid with her ex-hubby) who was telling us that she wants us to make her affidavit really strong and make sure her husband has nothing to say and he will die trying to argue back. I was feeling irritated but I didn't show it out. Mr E, one of the other lawyers said " God gave you a child to look after and make sure you give her a good life. Why all this fury ? Why all this hatred ? Why fight until like this ? No use fighting because at the end of the day you will fight and he will fight and there will be no end to this ". But well, she was too dumb enough to comprehend what Mr E actually said.  But Mr E did make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4) I really love talking to Mr E. He holds double degree, 1 diploma and 1 special diploma all in various fields. Business, Law, Teaching (UK Trinity) and Counselling. I just love to listen to his thoughts, his experiences and his thoughts derived from all these cases and his life. It makes me think out of the world - really. I shall quote a few things that he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i) He was married to a British lady and eventually they had a mutual divorce and they're firm friends till now. She remarried and when she came over to Singapore for her honeymoon, Mr E hosted them guest in his house. That's how open and practical he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(ii) He told me once that one of the clients who is a degree holder complained that her husband don't quite understand her. Mr E actually advised her saying " you chose him. You knew he was Pri 6 and you chose him and now you shouldn't be complaining. You need to make the best out of what you have. For an example, God gave you condo, terrace, bungalow , 5 room HDB, 4 room HDB, 3,2 and 1 room HDB room. You chose the 1 room HDB flat. So you should know how to make the best out of it, instead of complaining". Mr E also told me that a conflict of ideology arises when both partners don't share the same frequency. So its very important when you make the right choice". And quite randomly, I asked him this question : "Mr E what would you do if you loved someone and suddenly one day you find out she was cheating behind your back ? " and for that Mr E actually said " well, I will let her go. There are no guarantees in life. No promises. Why react then ? She didn't guarantee me to stay the same way with the same love and affection. So why ? " ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mr E simply rocks. I love talking to him about anything and everything. Once we started talking about dreams and we ended up going deeper into it - even to the extent of power naps, the effectiveness, about this Bee painting... alot ! I love love indulging in intellectual conversations. It just makes my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5) I think life is beautiful ( with the exception of heartbreaking incidents like death ) but its just that we have no time to appreciate its beauty. I feel that most of us will feel its beauty only when we're nearing death or we get to know we have a time limit to spend before we leave the world. I guess some things in life have to be taken with a pinch of sugar ( guys, I am not referring to the literal meaning). I think there's always something beautiful hidden in something. You know what I am saying right ?. Well, most of my readers would have known that I used to have a major misunderstanding with Logesh (and Mirna) and vice versa. Problems just cropped up and we moved away from each other. We became figures of the past, memories of the past. But suddenly, true love came into the way and true friendship will always prevail and we got back up from where we dropped. Now when we sit back and talk about certain misunderstandings and the words we used on each other and how angry we felt back then and etc seems like a joke to us. I am god-damn serious; we LAUGH our asses off when we think about the past issues. Now, I guess there is a beauty in every little thing. Do you'll think so ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Life is beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-7112582203863614276?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7112582203863614276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=7112582203863614276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7112582203863614276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7112582203863614276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-9191665301484809050</id><published>2010-08-17T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:32:27.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hello world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For some reason, I feel that my blog is technically a window to my train of thoughts as well as to my heart. *Laughs out loud*. And well, not bad I'm receiving quite a number of hits. Well, I bet not many people know that I was noticing the hit list :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, I am sad. I am definitely very sad but I am not showing it to anyone. Sometimes I just want to plug into my ear piece and listen to all the sad songs in the world and cry to myself. ( And nope, its not my relationship problem. So stop guess-ing :P ). Sometimes, I find comfort in the most cutest of things, also in the things that I least expect to cheer me up. Funny much ?. I guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Firstly, according to the doctor, the lifespan is limited to 365 days. A few days past by already. I am awfully depressed. I didn't expect something like this. Worst way to watch someone slip through your very own fingers. An excruciating pain to watch a loved one suffer. I never believed the facts in the initial stages. I thought people were over-exaggerating till I saw things with my own eyes. I had to slip in and out of the ward to prevent anyone from seeing the tears that welled up in my eyes. I just know that the next few months is going to be awfully painful and that I can still pretend to be strong. * Why let people suffer to appreciate your existence ? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Next, I was really heartbroken to know how impression can form and break at a single instance. I mean I am vocal about my thoughts and I sincerely don't think anyone can subjugate my thoughts or opinion. I mean I am not saying I am always right. But at the same time, why must I change my opinion to adhere to your needs ?. There's this saying that goes like :- "if loving you was a crime, I would rather be a prisoner". I believe that " if I have to change my character and thoughts to suit your needs then I would rather remain as a negative character in your eyes". But what I can say is, I didn't fake anything to you. I was truthful with everything. So yes. ( Again, this is not for my bf )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lastly, I can see a huge difference. I mean I am not blind to ignore the early signs. I made myself very clear in the last meet-up and yet I can see a difference and feel it. You see this from this angle :- There are two boxes of apples. So Person A and Person B are asked to look after the apples. Person A tells people that the apples in the boxes are fresh, juicy and crispy. Person B tells people that the apples in the boxes are rotten. So the word of mouth from both Person A and B will continue to travel around the social circle or even the circle within the community. Remember everything is a circle. When you start it, it definitely will come back to you. SO imagine if your perception about an incident or person is not cleared and heavily clouded, are you not spreading the wrong perception to the rest of the people out there ?. I mean never throw your trust into the belief of bottling up your thoughts and emotions. Its not fair to the other party out there too. A bottled up feeling will only exaggerate and intensify the situation. It's always better to clear it there and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like I mentioned, the damage is done. Whether is deliberate or not, doesn't really matter. Everyone is affected not just the close ones. Its not fair to only feel from one side. Everything has 2 sides - even a coin. So please, stop holding grudges on someone for a misinterpretation of information from your side. You may never eventually know both sides of the story then. The only important thing is to untangle just that one person from the mess. That's it. Sometimes we have to sacrifice our very own feelings, justifications for 1 single good - for a greater good. So no use holding grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes, life is just too simple replete with complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-9191665301484809050?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/9191665301484809050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=9191665301484809050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/9191665301484809050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/9191665301484809050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6544176505981151217</id><published>2010-08-05T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:44:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lots of others, or strikes out against injustice, he send forth a tiny ripple of hope". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before I begin, I really wanted to blog about a movie but I can't seem to load videos here at the office. So I am going to go back home and do it. So meanwhile, I shall rant about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anyways, the issue with me and that girl, let me call her G, got horrible yesterday. Well this issue started 3 days ago and from then on, I had been tolerating her nonsense. I did reply to her statuses and all but I never used inappropriate words at all. But I completely lost it when she started to use vulgarities and bring in my family for no reason. I mean, sorry la, I'm not like others. I can't sit back and enjoy listening to others trash-talk about my family. If you have a fucking problem with me, deal with me. Don't include my family. You have no fucking rights to talk about my parents ! Dumb idiot !!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am feeling sad for a particular word that I used in my statuses to her. I called her a "mental fuck". I was really pissed off and I was technically pushed into calling her this. So yes. But I don't know la. I feel bad and I really feel angry also. I mean, you cannot use your state of mind as an excuse to trashtalk about one's family right ?. I mean what kind of words were those ?. Really bad. I mean I didn't even do anything and yet I receive the brunt of all those vulgarities. To be really honest, I think you were pissed off with 1 member of the group and you decided to vent your frustrations on me. I mean I'm not his mother you know. I think you should have simply opened your mouth there and then instead of making it an issue later on. Haiz. I really don't know why trivial things always turns out into a mountain. BUT, for some reason, me and a few people believe that someone instigated this. Well, if I ever get to know that YOU were involved in this, mind you : you're so going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, too many people came online on MSN, Facebook and even sent me smses and emails to ask me what happened. And to be frank, I am so embarrassed with the whole thing. I mean this could have been contained well enough but G actually mentioned the name and used vulgarities on my wall and all. I mean which friend of mine doesn't know my group's name nor my Facebook account ?. SO damn embarrassing. One of my friend actually said the following : " OMG dei ! I can't believe you had such a dancer in your group. Her posts reek of vulgarities. So cheap and damn paraiah-ish" and another said "wah that G is so uncivilised ! ". I mean people do read and they make their own assumptions and all. Sometimes I won't even know what they will think and so on and forth. But I am certain that they are definitely going to question G's upbringing. Now this is why I was trying to be as professional sounding as I could be till she used the "P_____ M_____". I so feel like giving a tight slap to G for using this word. She does deserve a slap especially for using this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that G's parents are getting a bad name because of G's hasty posts and so on. I really don't even know if she's thinking before posting all these nonsense. 2 dancers called me up yesterday and expressed their anger. They were pissed off with her but honestly, how can I contain their anger when I myself am angry ?. I mean there's no reason for all this to happen but it happened. I got no idea but I hope this ends fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I really hate being Indians because of the fact that we love DRAMAS and we ourselves tarnish our own name ! This incident is a perfect example of that.This incident clearly encapsulates the whole essence of the whole "indian-pariah" behaviour. I mean I am not saying that I am bad mouthing my own race here. We have people whom we should be proud of but at the same time, at a country where we're the minority of the minority, this kind of incidents simply give the major majority of the majority to have a say in our behaviour and our mentality. It's really depressing sia. And for some reason, if people like G exist and start talking without thinking, people will continue to look down on the Arts. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know la, but I hope things will settle in. I don't know why but people like G, (dickhead), and some people from the past just have to bring embarrassment after embarrassment for me. I try to come back and show people what we are capable of and yet, these people bring me and us down ! Sometimes I feel so tired of coming back especially since it will always go back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that one's surrounding really plays a big part in the way they think and behave. If you notice well, all the ones who belong to the higher spectrum have their own "class" and behaviour and so on. Their lifestyle is alot different and everyone within themselves are very matured and have a sense of end in mind and they're always equipped with strong objectives. But : ____________ ! Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know la. I am very upset with the way things are turning out to be like. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6544176505981151217?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6544176505981151217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6544176505981151217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6544176505981151217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6544176505981151217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/08/each-time-someone-stands-up-for-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8908510414145904839</id><published>2010-08-03T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:58:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hello bloggy ! I am back. I've always wanted to rant about a myraid of issues but I guess I was simply bogged down by work, exhaustion and many more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways I am freaking angry with a particular issue and I know I will feel much better when I express all my thoughts out rather than to bottle them up and destroy myself.  Now, let me reiterate this point clearly well :- I am expressing what I have been feeling thus far and if its going to bother you badly, then come and ask me why I said that and etc and I'll tell you why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Firstly, before that I need to mention something here. It is really tough to come to terms with the impending fate. Initially I couldn't believe my own ears and I didn't accept it right away. It took me a few good hours to register that piece of information and memories started to take me back to those good'ol days. Tears started to flow like a river. I am definitely upset but I know that none of us in our clan ever give up without a tough fight. I guess this is part and parcel of growing up. Fight fight and fight, we will !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, this is going to be for you and about you ! I am really so fucking pissed off with you and your mental thoughts. I mean, if you have problems trying to place your thoughts in the proper order, don't come and fucking blame me for it ! ( And clarification : this is not for my bf. So stop guessing ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My thoughts ( PS: Its not to gain sympathy or etc. Its just me and my thoughts. Need any clarification ? Ask me ! Have the guts to ! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Firstly, I am damn pissed off with you. Seriously, what have you done thus far ?. If you're going to come up with the crap called : time, money and effort, I am going to bitch-slap you. You literally went missing for half the year ( infact more than that ). Yes, you are working and all. Then what about me ? Am I like playing soccer at work ?. C'mon man ! Trade your fucking shoes with mine and then have the fucking guts in you to speak . You are only good at doing 2 things : 1) Give up. If you find any problems anywhere, that's it. "Vitz, I don't think I can do this cos I got blah-bah-blah" and 2) blame me for everything. Have you ever had that mini thought in you asking you, what may or will happen if you choose to leave ? No ! You never had. You people are just fucking selfish. If you have a fucking problem, you would run away from it rather than to face it like a MAN and more than just a MAN ( and this applies even to the ladies ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T is made up of several individuals. We all have a plethora of commitments and goals but we come under one roof just to fulfil our passion. Passion cannot be bought with money. Passion is passion no matter what. You will do EVERYTHING in your might to not let it slip through your fingers ! If you are letting it slip through your fingers, then its not passion; it is called hobby. I have several commitments. Firstly its not easy for me to get up on Sat. But compared to last year, I know I have put in the effort to turn up early. You can ask anyone in T. Some people have already mentioned that yes, the effort is there. But if you are not aware of this then don't come and open your mouth. Last Sat, I was totally down with high fever. Infact I was feeling too bad. I couldn't even stand up. So I decided to pop in panadol and sleep for an hour. I did that and walked to the bathroom to shower. I couldn't stand, so I sat on the toilet bowl every now and then and managed to shower. And that was when I even took a fucking cab to come down. When I come down, what did you have to say ? When you uttered those words, almost as instantly, I felt fuckign disgusted with you. Madam, I understood your situation since last year and I gave you many chances. If I had wanted to, I could've exercised my leadership rights and banned you from dancing for Dance Floor 2009 because of your absence due to your own plight. But no, I don't do such things. I be a good friend then a leader. Sometimes I think its a big mistake to treat someone like a sibling. Maybe I should put you people at a distance and treat you like a member and FULLSTOP ! The closer they get to you, the more they would want to utter unnecessary words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am not even pissed off with the words you used on me. But I am pissed off with the words you used on my team ! Who the hell do you think you are man. Firstly, learn how to behave and then choose to talk about such issues. For now, if I ever give you a chance to dance in my group, then SLAP ME ! Cos I know for sure that this is the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And yes, some people use my group to fulfil their personal and selfish needs. Some join to get attached. Some join to get the fame and then will leave the group prematurely. Some choose to join and then would suffer with the responsibilities and commitments and then wouldn't be able to juggle them and would obviously tap out ! Selfish bastards !. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are people out there who give the least concern for T and yet act and talk like as though they were kings/queens of T and that T owes them a fucking living. Look, don't come and show your attitude here. If you want such an attitude, go and join some established group and seek their trainer's instructions and dance to his/her tunes or go form your own dance group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For instance, one mentioned he/she cannot juggle with his/her commitments and have to focus on a few objectives. Although it was too sudden, it seemed like a fair thing. The now, he/she has another commitment. So at this instance can I ask howcome you can commit there but not here ? I also had that desire to commit there but for the benefit of T, I decided against it. I had to sacrifice my other passion for T. But nope, I never bragged about my sacrifices and even spoken about it to anyone within T. Only my close friends know this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another one can turn up for all practices and performances but decide not to dance. So why did you dance last year ? Don't give me crap like you cannot commit to the team. Hello, I can understand if you are worried about being unable to commit for competitions but even guest performances ? Especially when you turn up for them all ?. Do you think no one raised any questions about this ? They did and its just that I didn't tell you nor anyone associated with you. I covered your tracks for you. So in this instance, don't ever dare to open your mouth and rant out about my groups ? Why, because you have no standards to talk about T. I would have appreciated if you had tried but you didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know, I can go on and bring out each and every flaw in everyone of you'll. But at the end of the day, what is the point ? We are all not perfect. We are humans for Pete's sake ! And what more, people will stand up for each other, misinterpret and assume their own things and keep it within themselves and one day it will all blow up and every single one will get hurt. So what's the point in the end ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As of now, I am going to dismiss your thoughts as being spears of your insecurities. Enough said. I am not going to give 2 hoots to you. I know what to do with T and etc. I don't need your support nor help. Thanks for everything and enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8908510414145904839?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8908510414145904839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8908510414145904839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8908510414145904839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8908510414145904839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-bloggy-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-1203357314043413856</id><published>2010-06-25T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:18:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is going to be a real short entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyways, I think i used to have too many routes for a single destination and this confused me and I ended up losing focus. Actually, the key idea is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FOCUS , F.O.C.U.S !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For now, I am happy with the way things are going. And I am terribly in love with Paulo Coleho's "The Devil and Miss Prym". Did I mention that I simply love Paulo Coleho's books ?. I don't know why but I feel like he writes what I want to know more about. And I enjoy reading the themes that Paulo explored in this book , namely : The different/possible faces of Terror, Good vs Evil and temptations ! You know sometimes I feel like writing a book. I think I will when I am in my late 40s. Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I am officially addicted to The Mentalist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Check this out and its funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn45jEQ5H8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn45jEQ5H8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-1203357314043413856?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1203357314043413856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=1203357314043413856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1203357314043413856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1203357314043413856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-going-to-be-real-short-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6040426975913811815</id><published>2010-06-17T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T03:11:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello world ! I got a few things to blog about and so, hang in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;You know, for some reason, I miss Bibbo's blog. Bibbo is an intellectual person. His train of thoughts appear too sophisticated for the general masses to comprehend. I like the way he blogs and I somehow love the way he thinks. I miss his blog. And I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I can't help but feel disappointed with the way humans behave at times. Well, human beings are really selfish and we don't need a rocket scientist to point this out to us and if there's going to be anyone out there who refutes this claim, I'll simply say "bull's fuck" right on your face. I can't help but draw this particular conclusion with regards to what happened very recently. And it goes like :- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;when something like that happens to you, you would whine and kick a big fuss out of it. You would blog about it, put it up as your Facebook status, your MSN display nicks and whatnot. You would show your emotions in a myriad of ways BUT when it happens to others, you would simply label them as being "childish" and start to preach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Why do we feel pain when we can only feel it ? Why can't we feel pain when its inflicted onto others ? Selfish ? Yes I think so too. And I can't disguise my disgust when I think of you as a selfish person. Seriously, what the hell were you thinking ?. I really doubt if you even had an inch of some moral fibres to let you know of your distasteful attitude. Sorry to say this right now, I may have gotten a good impression of you then but now, as the days passes by, I am beginning to think otherwise and obviously, your attitude sealed it all nicely. So if you think I am ignoring you or avoiding you, then well, I guess you should know why. I don't ignore people for fun :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways, I am a little edgy when I realise that I don't read much books. I love books and they help to quench my insatiable desire for knowledge but I feel that Wikipedia and Google gotten the better hand out these. Well, I miss reading. I need to cut back on my addiction to my online portal and movies. I need to train and read books. We need to develop 2 aspects of our body - physical &amp;amp; mental aspects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I miss my baby. He went back to work after some time. For those who didn't know this, he twisted his knee while he was playing soccer and he only had 3 weeks of recovery phase when the soccer boys decided to ask him to play and I was against it. C'mon, I must be the Goddess of knee injuries. I can tell you what you should do and not :P .. so I warned him saying that he shouldn't go for his match but instead, come for mine (as a spectator). But he breached my less than authoritative orders and went for the match and he twisted his knee again and this time it was bad. He had to consult a specialist. But thank God, things are fine. So he's always busy whenever he's working and I hate it. I just want to spend time with him. I mean I even miss him when I am with him. Yes, I know. It sounds complicated but I really miss him so much. Its like.. I want to continue to hug him and never leave him. Alot of girlfriends out there are very lucky. They get to meet their boyfriends many times a week but I can't do that due to the nature of his work and to make things bad, he's planning to be an Air Steward. He loves to fly around and this apparently satisfy his love to fly around. But hello, I don't like it. I don't like the idea of you being somewhere else without me. I'll miss you !! I just want to hug you and fall asleep- always and I hate my bolster because it's not YOU !. Ok, enough said. I don't want to sound like a whiny girlfriend :P but ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I LOVE MY KABILAN :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh anyways, I am beginning to appreciate one of the most famous phrases in the United States Declaration of Independence which is namely : "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness". Actually for some reason, I think I can explain the "myth" behind why people tend to cry alot after they spend a whole day laughing. Well like what it is suggested as "the pursuit", we can understand that we can go in search of happiness. It wouldn't literally come to us. Meaning, we need to work for it. Happiness is something that we can pursue but we cannot have it. So maybe, that is why a wiseman - I can't remember if its Abraham Lincoln or Napolean Bonaparte who mentioned that the real man laughs in the face of adversity (and distress of course). I guess tears are technically emotions that the mouth can't speak of. So lets start pursuing happiness. We have the right to be happy. And I'm not going to allow any asshole (yes YOU ) to bring me down. You maybe have eaten into my systems directly or indirectly but asshole, I am not going to allow you to bring me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light-hearted rants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And, I am so smitten by Jaden Smith. I mean obviously he caught my attention in "The Pursuit of Happyness" but after "Karate Kid 2010", I was simply blown away. I don't wish to sound like a closet pedophile here but frankly, I do admire him and I adore and respect his talent. He's multi-talented ! Woohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUcqq_cnI/AAAAAAAAJWI/pR7PJmy1UUE/s1600/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUcqq_cnI/AAAAAAAAJWI/pR7PJmy1UUE/s320/j1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483436504023790194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, his cheeks looks so pinch-able and omg, he's so damn cute !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUb-aHSpI/AAAAAAAAJWA/nUiI3l22ngA/s1600/j2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUb-aHSpI/AAAAAAAAJWA/nUiI3l22ngA/s320/j2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483436492141841042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot kiddo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUbv_OBHI/AAAAAAAAJV4/gweDE5KfxZQ/s1600/j3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUbv_OBHI/AAAAAAAAJV4/gweDE5KfxZQ/s320/j3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483436488270939250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;He's just so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I found this out on the net and I can't help but adore his cool demeanor. Wow, I like such a trait but oh please, I don't mean you pretend like you're cool. Be cool or end up as a fool. Simple !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And check out those slick movesss :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uynn5fLcQQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uynn5fLcQQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I like this song by Justin Bieber and Jaden Smith. I don't understand why people hate Justin Bieber. I mean yes he is high-pitched but hello, don't you sound like one when you're young ? I guess some guys are just too immatured or dumb - they just can't seem to understand his talent. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I ripped this out of a cool blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUajQWDAI/AAAAAAAAJVw/_IVoyaM_gag/s1600/MRT+morning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUajQWDAI/AAAAAAAAJVw/_IVoyaM_gag/s320/MRT+morning1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483436467673238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My exact sentiments when I wait for a fucking train which is always packed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"cosmopolitan"&lt;/span&gt; sardines *winks*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6040426975913811815?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6040426975913811815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6040426975913811815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6040426975913811815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6040426975913811815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-world-i-got-few-things-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBkUcqq_cnI/AAAAAAAAJWI/pR7PJmy1UUE/s72-c/j1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-9183191360844713770</id><published>2010-06-14T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:21:59.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello blog. I know I've been missing in action for a few days but well, I am back :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WORLD CUP FEVER IS ON !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm hella excited for those sensational matches. I'm going to rant about world cup soon but before that, some news for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIocH5flI/AAAAAAAAJVg/6L_c_jtQnZE/s1600/Photo1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIocH5flI/AAAAAAAAJVg/6L_c_jtQnZE/s320/Photo1516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508718463090258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Before I begin, Happy 10th month to me and my babyboy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;  :) He has the ability to irritate the shit out of me as well as to make me the most happiest girl in the world. But either ways, I still love him alot. Weeeee ! I can't wait for our 1st year anniversary !! 2 more months !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, on Saturday (12/6/10), I had an interview with a Lawyer (I'm not going to disclose the name yet). He has been practicing Law for the past 29 years. When I walked into his office which was located at Chinatown, I was packed with excitement. It was literally like walking into a school ! There were gazillion files everywhere and the office itself spelt - EXPERIENCE. It was really an eye-opening experience. As I sat back and chatted with the Lawyer, I realised that knowledge means the world. No wonder all wise people speak lengths about knowledge. Knowledge is wealth ! The lawyer was giving me some sound advices and at one point in time, he asked me if I have interest in Law. I was very frank with him. I told him my first love was Law. And he was actually encouraging me to do law. He told me he can see that I have the inclination for Law and he thinks I can excel at it. So that made me very confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And after that, he gave me the scope about the job that I was going to do. It's technically like I am the Lawyer's assistant who also deals with admin related Law documents and etc. So I was hella excited. I was also smiling to myself when he told me that I would have to know the Law "language" - the jargon and all. I mean I do know what they are and so it isn't a big problem to me. He even told me that I would have to pay some visits to the court ! And the best part was, he told me that once he thinks I am ready and capable, he would allow me to handle some light matrimonial cases to handle ! I was like "AHHH OMG !!" Haha isn't that cool ?!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ok to those who are quite unaware of my future plans, here I go. I decided to shelve my dreams of enrolling into either of the 2 universities due to my inclination to do a part time degree. I am embracing the idea of working and studying part time. Working right now till I finish my degree is going to give me the experience that I can hardly acquire if I decide to do a full time degree. I mean, I don't want to be "green" when I walk up into the working world. I want to have that experience from work and that degree along with it. I mean, this is going to give me the comparative edge as compared to others out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Option A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Earlier on, I was contemplating on doing an ACCA + Bsc Honours in Applied Accounting given by Oxford Brookes University. But when I had a talk with Kabi's aunt - who is working as an accountant for PricewaterhouseCoopers (PWC), I realised that the accounting world is really competitive. I mean you will earn big money if you manage to get into one of the Big 4 auditing firms namely :- PricewaterhouseCoopers, KPMG, Ernst &amp;amp; Young or Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu. I am aware that alot of people are doing ACCA now because of the stability of the accountant/auditor job. But when I look back, I realise that I am not someone who would want to work as an accountant for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Option B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I am terribly confused. I am quite attracted to University of London's Honours programmes but I will have to take SIM as my tuition centre since I don't wish to go to London to do the programmes. But the shit is, I need maths ! Arghh maths is irritating the shit out of me in many ways ! So I would have to do a bridging course for 2 months and pass it before I do the courses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Option C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The other option is , I can enrolled in the RMIT programmes offered by SIM but those are just degree with Distinction programmes. I really want to attain a first class honours degree and go on and do a MBA ! That is my dream ! So I am still thinking about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Option D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There is also a few courses offered by the University of Manchester for which I can also choose to place SIM as my tuition centre. But I haven't enquire about the admission yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Option E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Victoria University offers Diploma, Advance Diploma and direct route to Degree with Honours in Business. The whole course is 3 years only !! But I'll have to choose SIC as my tuition centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;See I have many options here. Or even, I can do a Diploma in Management at SIM and gain entry into the 2nd year of University of London courses but the diploma (part time) takes 2.5 years !! There are just too many options for me and I am fucking confused. My decision to refused studying in the top 3 universities may bring shock to some but its my life and I am really planning for a better future for myself and as such, these are the careful plans that I have to carry out. I mean degree alone doesn't matter these days. We have seen how many people out there find it hard to find a job ! So this is my plan for a better future but I need to make a fast decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD CUP 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am so excited for the World Cuo 2010 matches. Honestly Spain has the highest chance of winning the cup. But I really see quality in Brazil, England, Argentina, Holland, Germany and Portugal. I am really praying to witness a SPAIN vs BRAZIL finals, SPAIN vs ENGLAND finals or SPAIN vs GERMANY finals. Wooohoooo !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIuQkCD5I/AAAAAAAAJVo/FfwtRfPAHOo/s1600/Photo1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIuQkCD5I/AAAAAAAAJVo/FfwtRfPAHOo/s320/Photo1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508818439081874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my preparation before the start of WORLD CUP 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIoNwZ5PI/AAAAAAAAJVY/l4O4ll0wxyw/s1600/Photo1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIoNwZ5PI/AAAAAAAAJVY/l4O4ll0wxyw/s320/Photo1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508714606454002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Messi is the king of the soccer realm now ! Wooohoooo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIT2U5AfI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/TQJQl7s38Y8/s1600/Photo1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIT2U5AfI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/TQJQl7s38Y8/s320/Photo1495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508364719653362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ! As you can see, I trashed Turkey 10-1 ! Spain is just too fucking good ! I love the Link up plays between Xavi, Iniesta, Villa, Silva and Torres ! Its fucking mouth watering !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXITV7GpzI/AAAAAAAAJVI/PtlJlLDTmc0/s1600/Spain-Squad-World-Cup-2010_2389096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXITV7GpzI/AAAAAAAAJVI/PtlJlLDTmc0/s320/Spain-Squad-World-Cup-2010_2389096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508356021561138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best team in the world ! Their midfield comprising of XAVI and INIESTA is just too good ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watch this video to know why Spain will win the world cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSVosC73KAk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSVosC73KAk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I just love the 2nd goal ! Just look at how Iniesta passes the ball to Xavi who controls it well and then passes to Silva and then himself passing to Iniesta and Iniesta controlling the ball really well and magically lobbing the ball to Xavi and Xavi laying it out for Silva to tap it into goal ! The vision behind the lob to Xavi from Iniesta was just fucking magical ! It is too good ! An excellent masterpiece of footwork from team Spain ! Wooohoooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLAND vs USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I was too sleepy on Saturday and yet I stayed awake to watch the match and England really disappointed me. I found them nervy in the opening stages till Heskey somehow made a brilliant pass to Gerrard who burst through the penalty box to score from the outside of his foot ! Excellent and composed finish from the England skipper ! He really was shinning throughout the match ! I am so impressed with Gerrard, Glen Johnson and Rooney. They really tried to score ! But I really wonder if Heskey is the good pair for Rooney. I mean they're trying to emulate the Heskey-Owen partnership where Heskey would bring the ball down for Owen to score but, it isn't the case here. Heskey just can't score ! And I cannot believe he shot it straight at Tim Howard when he had an excellent chance to score for England. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And Lennon and Wright-Phillips are not world class to create a magical pass for the strikers. I mean if its Beckham, he can contribute in more than 1 way. He can give accurate crosses and even score from free kick but both Lennon and Wright-phillips are just not good enough for the world cup. And I don't understand why England were too dependent from the wings ! I mean they kept on bringing the ball either from the Right or Left and crossing it for the strikers inside the box to head. But why can't they bring the ball from the centre and create a chance ?! And the defending was not good ! USA could have scored many times ! England had many chances to score but we couldn't finish it. And on Green's howler - I just can't comment ! Its too fucking costly a mistake !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXITIH-5vI/AAAAAAAAJVA/T25J2t1-WRk/s1600/eng3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXITIH-5vI/AAAAAAAAJVA/T25J2t1-WRk/s320/eng3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508352317482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job Skipper !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIS2bv04I/AAAAAAAAJU4/XUsXBxRvZNE/s1600/eng2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIS2bv04I/AAAAAAAAJU4/XUsXBxRvZNE/s320/eng2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508347568542594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXISSoJEkI/AAAAAAAAJUw/0ujlqEtQtAE/s1600/eng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXISSoJEkI/AAAAAAAAJUw/0ujlqEtQtAE/s320/eng1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508337956852290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green's fucked up howler !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHymHZWwI/AAAAAAAAJUo/7dsEEaeA850/s1600/eng4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHymHZWwI/AAAAAAAAJUo/7dsEEaeA850/s320/eng4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482507793432402690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he misjudged the path of the ball !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGENTINA vs NIGERIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHyPNCCEI/AAAAAAAAJUg/TCUHnfoNniU/s1600/arg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHyPNCCEI/AAAAAAAAJUg/TCUHnfoNniU/s320/arg1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482507787282024514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When I first got to know about the scoreline i was like "Wtf ?! They just scrape through ?" But after watching the highlights, I realise that Argentina were good ! They really attacked and Messi was denied 3 excellent goals from the in-form and fiery Nigerian goal keeper - Vincent Enyeama. OMG ! He's such an excellent keeper ! He really saved alot of shots ! Argentina could have scored many many goals ! And that's Enyeama and Messi there colliding into each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY vs AUSTRALIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHx-WSw6I/AAAAAAAAJUY/cXvv-NBYduU/s1600/ger1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHx-WSw6I/AAAAAAAAJUY/cXvv-NBYduU/s320/ger1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482507782757467042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Miroslav Klose always scores ! I always remember seeing him score in almost every world cup matches ! He just have the knack for scoring for Germany ! And omg, Germany killed Aus with 4 superb goals ! Podolski's opener was awesome followed by Klose's excellent header ! And I am so in love with the build up play that led to Mueller's goal ! It was fucking good ! Woah, Germany can attack and control the ball ! It's sucha difference from the 2002 where Neuville will be introduced to score the late winners and Germany will always settle back to defend and hardly attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHxqMk3uI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/YqfQwudlg3E/s1600/ger2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHxqMk3uI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/YqfQwudlg3E/s320/ger2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482507777348001506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Mueller's awesome goal !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUTH KOREA vs GREECE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHxNz4NuI/AAAAAAAAJUI/2Th3HzwQwfk/s1600/sa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXHxNz4NuI/AAAAAAAAJUI/2Th3HzwQwfk/s320/sa1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482507769728218850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Greece are known for their defence and I know how water-tight their defence used to be. Greece were 2004 Euro Cup winners ! So I was expecting South Korea to find it tough to beat Greece but the actually beat Greece 2-0 !! And Park scored an excellent goal ! He raced from midfield and stayed composed and drilled it past the keeper ! It was beautiful ! Obviously, he's a red devil and it's so proud for us !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And I don't understand why people underestimate South Korea. They are good but not as good as Spain or so. But they're this underdog team that can sizzle. For instance, I saw Daryl's status of FB and it was something like " South Korea can score with half-open eyes! Shame on your Greeks ! ". But South Korea is a good team led by my red devil - Park ! I think they will progress to QF and then lose to a good team but I believe they will not lose without a good fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I am fucking exited for Thursday ! They're facing Argentina !!! WOOOHOOO ! Exciting match ahead for all of us to watch ! I am so glad that my khaki loves soccer ! Watching soccer and talking about the formation, link up plays, shots , goals, and etc is just so fucking fun ! I mean can you believe, we would be calling each other up and will be in a conference and start ranting about soccer ! Omg, its so fucking awesome la ! WORLD CUP FEVER LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ♥ WOOOOHOOOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-9183191360844713770?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/9183191360844713770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=9183191360844713770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/9183191360844713770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/9183191360844713770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TBXIocH5flI/AAAAAAAAJVg/6L_c_jtQnZE/s72-c/Photo1516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4527869329777092494</id><published>2010-06-05T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:49:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hello world. Today I am going to bare my (naked) thoughts out. So technically I am not going to paint it to mask its true intention but rather, speak of the most transparent of thoughts. So hang in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAkuo0qVFzI/AAAAAAAAJUA/f1lKOnsJfCs/s1600/3-idiots03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAkuo0qVFzI/AAAAAAAAJUA/f1lKOnsJfCs/s320/3-idiots03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478961700538750770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, allow me to digress a little. I finally caught 3 idiots ! Ok, to be really frank, I kind of planned it with a few friends to watch but sooner they couldn't meet up and yadadada. And so the whole plan was shelved. I really hate this. Sometimes, when you watch this particular film on a DVD, you may go like "oh fuck ! I should have caught it in the theatres !! ". I got that exact same sentiment when I watched this flick on a DVD. So I have decided not to be overly dependent on my friends when it comes to movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And 3 idiots was really good ! It was making me laugh and think. Well, I can't quite criticise it ! It was really good :) and obviously,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; AAL IZZ WELL&lt;/span&gt; peeps !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And I am so in love with Zoobi doobi !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0n7hFMuoFw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0n7hFMuoFw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OK, now a few (naked) thoughts :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Please do not treat your friends like an option :-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Firstly, some people may embrace the idea of MIA-ing saying that you do it to channel your thoughts into much more important things. But who the hell mentioned that a relationship to a friend isn't important ? You weep, spend time, shed sweat and blood to build a relationship with a stranger and you make him/her your friend and you tell him/her things about yourself in order to ensure that that person opens up to you and in no time, you become closer to that person. Now that is how a relationship is formed. But sadly, some people are so blinded by the whole MIA-ing trend here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Frankly, I hate it. I don't support it. One day you would MIA and then when you look back, you would realise that the distance between you and that "close-once-upon-a-time" friend would be greater than what you had imagined it to be. And making a "guest appearance" wouldn't help solve the problem. You may come back but isn't it really selfish and cheap of you to conclude that your friends should always be there for you no matter what happens ? If that's exactly what you think then I am sorry to say this , you are really selfish. Some friends wouldn't give a damn about those who had MIA-ed but some do really take you back. But please don't use friendship as a cushion to fall back onto. Show the same level of dedication to your friendship too (as much as you show to other objectives). You may treat someone/something else as your world but please don't treat your friends like a mere option because one day you will be void of options. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Know the full story first :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do realise that some people may switch sides easily to antagonise others. For instance, Person A might be close to Person B. And Person A may have a small disagreement with Person C and when Person A and B fights, Person B would switch to Person C's side and start spewing comments of Person A. I really think this should stop. Well, only Person A and B know what went wrong and you should listen to both sides of the story before coming up with a conclusion. So know the story inside out before you switch sides (and) of course, hold your tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Why does a womaniser attains support ? :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I don't quite understand this. It is highly obvious how some womanisers breaks someone else's heart just like that and would immediately put up a false front and mention "I am clean. I was depressed when it happened but I am sorry now". Honestly how many of you'll think that a "sorry" is enough to nurse a broken heart ?. Think carefully. Just because you didn't go through that pain doesn't mean that that pain is tolerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Also, I think some girls are easily vulnerable. A womaniser may break their heart and push them off the steep and yet, they would believe that they're being nice by liking that womaniser's comments and pictures on Facebook and blogs (perhaps). I mean c'mon ! I know that we all should move on but what's the need to sell your pride ? Where the hell is your dignity ? Do you want to give the womaniser a chance to smile at your stupidity ? Some girls really irritate the shit out of me ! They can talk lengths on how they want to kick his ass and etc etc but when they happen to meet him, they would swallow their pride and smile at that person. For once, show that you don't give a fuck to all this manipulative assholes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And obviously he's going to be ranting stupid thoughts about you to his future girlfriends ! Womanisers like the one I know, simply ace at twisting the whole story and making himself look like the one in the right. So the bottom line is, as long as those who are willing to be cheated exist, cheaters will continue to cheat ! So bloody hell, enough of the "being nice" bullshit ! Its your time to show the real girl power and give a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;kungfu kick right on his balls !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4) Do you know that Karma is bitch ? :-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I happen to know Person X. Person X is the #1 selfish bitch whom I have ever met in my whole 23 years of my life ! I cannot believe that a person like X lives in this modern generation !. X and her family stay in a house and apparently the parents couldn't settle off the outstanding amount and as per law, they were told to move out of their house. All this could have been avoided if X had consented to putting her name as the 3rd owner to "continue" having the HDB loan. But the good part here is, X will not be paying any money for the house and it'll be the parents who would continue to pay the money. Its just that the parents are not able to declare their occupations due to some valid reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;X's dad actually spent up to 50K and even more on her fickle-minded pursuits like trying to purchase a business and accumulating losses due to her lack of interest, churning up unnecessary school fees and penalties - just because she doesn't want to study after signing up for the courses. I mean we're not talking about $100 here but $50k ! I mean why couldn't X think about how much of blood and sweat that went into it. She even challenged her parents saying that "she don't need their help to survive" and that "they shouldn't come begging them for money".  I mean what kind of a daughter are you ? Such a selfish dog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As a 3rd party, I myself feel so angry. I really feel like slapping the bitch out of her for being rude to her parents like that !. I have never spoke to X's dad but from what I know, X's dad is a gem of a person and I can see how much he sacrifices for his well-loved children. I really don't think that he deserve such a treatment. And I despise children who treat their parents like scumbags ! I really was heartbroken to know those vicious words X used on her dad. I am really sad that I am so helpless. If only I was in a situation where I can help, I certainly would help. But I cannot believe that a 3rd person here can feel more for such a gem of a person than X- his own daughter. Shame on you X. Don't ever think I would respect you for anything. Even if things go back to normal and you are forgiven, trust me, I'll never ever speak to you. I have absolutely no respect for a fucked up corpse like you ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have personally always followed this principle of mine for long and that is : If you can't make your parents happy, you might as well die ! X, if you can't make them happy, at least don't break their poor hearts ! Damn you ! I feel so angry when I even think about you and blog ! I am glad that at least, my friend and your sibling isn't selfish like you. I know for sure that my friend will look after her parents like precious gems till she breathes. I am proud of my friend ! If only I had you as my friend, Miss X, I swear, I would've strangled you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Please people, I beg all my readers out there not to be selfish. Please don't expect something out of your selfless acts but rather do it all because you want to see a smile on that person's face. Please ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4527869329777092494?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4527869329777092494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4527869329777092494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4527869329777092494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4527869329777092494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAkuo0qVFzI/AAAAAAAAJUA/f1lKOnsJfCs/s72-c/3-idiots03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-7238248570254831646</id><published>2010-06-04T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:31:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It's raining cats and dogs and I'm in an awesome mood for some good music with good lyrics :) and I happened to watch Vinnai Thaandi Vaaruvaaya (VTV) again. Sometimes I have the habit of watching films that I have already seen once again just to see if I attain a different point of view and etc. Well, I think VTV is a very beautiful story but at times, it gets draggy. And I personally think Simbu did very well ( I hate him btw ) but I think he really did well and I really wish that Samantha was acting instead of Trisha. I feel that she didn't act at all. All she did was to smile, kiss and have a sad face throughout the film. The variation of her emotions could have been better but the pretty Samantha did alot more better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And OMG ! I found the meaning for the chorus of Maanipaaya and it's fucking beautiful ! And so I actually got it written in tamil just to put up on FB and my blog now. I really love languages and omg, words can really be so beautiful ! I am so thankful that I know English and Tamil - 2 of the beautiful languages in the world. I really think I need to learn Urdu ! Honestly, Urdu poems are magnificent and majestic ! Its one of the most beautiful languages in the world too. Wow, words , words , words - they're just so beautiful !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Check this out from VTV's 'Maanipaaya' (3.58-4.40) song, please try to understand each word - because they're that special. And for those who don't quite know this, its verses from Thirukural !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1iqqZQdhGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1iqqZQdhGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;அன்பிற்கும் உண்டோ அடைக்கும்தாழ் ஆர்வலர்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;புன்கணீர் பூசல்  தரும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;அன்பிலார் எல்லாம்  தமக்குரியர் அன்புடையார்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;என்பும் உரியர்  பிறர்க்கு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;புலம்பல் என-சென்றேன் புல்லினேன்  நெஞ்சம் ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;கலத்தல் உறுவது கண்டு  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The translation now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Affection cannot be confined by shutters;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Uncontrollable tears will roll down spontaneously when one sees the sufferings of loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;One who doesn't love is possessive about everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;One who loves would even be willing to part their bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I went to fight with him, instead I hugged him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'cos my heart had already hugged him !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And now the telugu version of 'Maanipaaya". I really like the emotions Samantha showed here as compared to Trisha. See if you guys feel the same. And I personally think Samantha is soo pretty. Wow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9275ZrhGL3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9275ZrhGL3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And lastly, I would like to put up another video of a good song from VTV. And its called "Aaromale". I don't know how many of you'll actually know the background of the song. It's actually a Psychedelic rock song with a touch of Country blues and yet origins on the basis of Hindustani music. And I found this on the net : ' The song begins  with the elements of Blues and concludes in a psychedelic rock fashion.  The chorus portion is based on the raga Bageshri. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zi3YVaLYXIA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zi3YVaLYXIA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-7238248570254831646?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7238248570254831646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=7238248570254831646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7238248570254831646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7238248570254831646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-world-its-raining-cats-and-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6386776588127375600</id><published>2010-06-01T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:35:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways I am very happy that I managed to catch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Ayutha Ezhuthu'&lt;/span&gt; yet again ! Well, I love the movie for a few reasons and I shall explain why. ( and I encourage all the fans and haters of Surya to continue to read on ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAT0RLbtjSI/AAAAAAAAJT4/W46TldtBmpA/s1600/ayutha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAT0RLbtjSI/AAAAAAAAJT4/W46TldtBmpA/s320/ayutha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477771622753340706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Firstly, I like the fact that this movie tackled the issue of politics. Well, we don't get many tamil movies that speak of politics. I really think this movie was so awesome. I love the concepts, dialogues, casting ( outstanding performance by Surya, Madhavan, Meera Jasmine, Siddharth and Bharathiraja) and the way the took this film with characters having this interconnectedness - its also called "hyperlink cinema". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I still remember how I kind of begged my friends to watch this film with me in the theatres. And frankly speaking, I fell in love with Surya more than ever after this film ! He did more than just justice for his portrayal of "Michael". I mean seriously, its not easy to adapt to a character that easily and Surya - who was previously doing roles like "Nandha" , "Pithmagan" , "Kakka Kakka" , "Sree" did this portrayal of "Micheal" as though it was a piece of cake ! . I mean if you look closely, you will realise and appreciate Surya's versatility. Its definitely not easy to be versatile and do a range of films like this. Surya is also dedicated in producing good films - when I say good films, I don't mean commerical-masala films like the ones Vijay does. It's definitely the hardwork and the guts to move away from mainstream films that brought Surya to this level of success - most of his movies have reaped good profits and established him as one of top India's actors ! Well, the great legend of the cinemas- Kamalhassan even applauded Surya for his outstanding work and the quality of dedication he gives for his films ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I do realise that some people hate Surya because they think he's very arrogant and etc etc. I don't know how he behaves in his personal life but coming to think about it, if you are technically chased by the media for more than 10 years, I guess your reaction would change and also, its a media etiquette that you have to abide by. You cannot be "too nice" and "too bad" to the media. You should know where to draw the line. But i really appreciate him for starting the "Agaram Foundation" which helps to prevent school-goers from dropping out at an early age. Think about how many bother about the society ?! That is why I have special admiration for Surya. I am definitely not promoting him here but I am asking why people can't appreciate his efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;There are really many hate club for Surya, Vijay, Ajith and etc etc. I don't think this fan/hate club affects the heros in any way. So its a complete waste of time for people to start hurling insults at the actors ,burn effigies of them and etc. I myself saw a few such fan/hate clubs for those actors and I tell you it was started by some uneducated people from our neighbouring countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, I am not comparing Surya with Vijay (let me reiterate this, I was a Vijay fan since a very long time ago. So I believe I have a fair share at passing some comments). Sometimes I feel that some actors do roles for the money and to tap onto their already known image. Vijay for instance, does exactly like that. He has this superhero image amongst villagers, mothers and kids. So he always does all those masala films and put 101% of hardwork into his dance movements. But dance only makes up to about 10% of the film ! ACTING ACTING and pure ACTING makes up about 90% of the film. So its very important to act. And Vijay also doesn't have the guts to try unconventional films and prefer to stick by the conventional films that he always does and this is the main reason why all the directors who prefer to take masala-filled films prefer to have him as their hero and that's exactly why top directors like Mani Ratham approach solid actors like Kamalhassan, Surya and Vikram (I personally hate him but we all know that he can act very well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeap and I have washed my hands of my favourite actor - Vijay because I know for sure that he's never going to try new roles and new films until he doesn't get any films in his hands. Its very sad because he's a good actor too but he is one person who always makes the wrong choice of films to do and have decided to establish himself as a masala hero. But I really prefer watching a good film than a masala film. So yes, Surya have taken that place in my heart and etc. But that doesn't mean I HATE Vijay - its just that I prefer Surya to him. And I will also hate masala films that ANY actor does - even Surya. So I am not biased here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I hope the younger generation will continue to appreciate good films and outstanding acting rather than to support masala films. Youuwhoooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The final scene from Ayutha Ezuthu - just check out the solid expression Surya gives even without saying any dialogues ! Now that is what we call "class" and only Kamal and Vikram have managed to do this. I love the ending of this film ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKlfrYXz-mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKlfrYXz-mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And this is one of my favourite songs too ! Woohhooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMude2TsxjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMude2TsxjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;direct translation so the sentence structure would be bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;think of the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not mere dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;we will make it a success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;light as the guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mountain as the steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crushing the enemity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OH YUVA (youth )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;take weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shoot down arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;take lighted torch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;burn down wickedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;burn down the darkness of ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;reduce the distance between a poor and his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;make him stand on his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;break the hold of powerful on the law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wildfire spreading in the forest never comes announcing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;if young men dare to defy, no need of any weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;leave behind your fears, achieve your aims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;forget narrow differences, stand on the victory podium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;comrade, never give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;establish self-rule and instil confidence in people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;win and keep winning against all odds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;if good men give up, jackals will rule the roost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;if an army of youth spread on the sky,earth will start rotating to the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lets change the fate of the Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6386776588127375600?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6386776588127375600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6386776588127375600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6386776588127375600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6386776588127375600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog-anyways-i-am-very-happy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/TAT0RLbtjSI/AAAAAAAAJT4/W46TldtBmpA/s72-c/ayutha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4459918386251251398</id><published>2010-05-25T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:50:26.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hello blog. Alright, today I am going to rant about SURA - Vijay's 50th movie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_qzprsKP7I/AAAAAAAAJTw/_SBxZn46dUU/s1600/sura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_qzprsKP7I/AAAAAAAAJTw/_SBxZn46dUU/s320/sura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474885825706213298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes, before I rant about Vijay, I would like to make certain points clear. Firstly, I've been a Vijay fan since his 1993 - Deva film ! So in short I've been a Vijay fan for 17 years. I love him alot and I so want him to shave of his moustache ! And I was so happy to see a new look in Thirumalai ! But I wished it was clean shaven and him to sport a nicer hairdo. But oh well ! And I don't know why, he's been sporting the same look from from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thirumalai to Ghilli, Madurey, Thirupaachi, Sachein, Sukran, Sivakasi, Aadhi, Pokkiri, ATM, Kuruvi, Villu, Vettaikaran and now Sura ! &lt;/span&gt;13 freaking movies ! I am so tired of watching fans , critics and others hurl abuse at him ! Why , even I am not happy with him ! I am a fan of Vijay but I'm not a Vijay-Extremist or a fanatic. I do criticise him and I wouldn't want to blindly support all his terrible antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although I know Sura was going to be a total waste of time and money, I relented because my mom wanted to watch it (well, it was part of her birthday treat). While watching the film, I felt so restless ! I was shifting from left to right and I even fell asleep. I was having a bad headache ! Gaya on the other hand was toying with her phone ! My mom who initially was excited for the movie agreed that it was a waste of time when the movie ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satish aka Shade first told me that Vijay's introduction in the film was freaking funny. He would apparently emulate a dolphin and he said he really thought it was a dolphin till Vijay popped out ! When I saw that scene by myself, I was literally clapping ! Well, its expected ! I really feel like slaughtering the director for turning Vijay into a clown !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The story is horrible ! Totally half baked ! C'mon man, there is  a better way to direct this movie ! Oh my God. And he keeps on flying and flying. I mean some of you'll may point out saying other heroes do fly and all. Well, every Indian heroes do fly ! According to the undoh directors, flying makes the heroes look macho but c'mon, Vijay is the only one who keeps flying in every damn movies of his ! I hate it when people compare him with Vijayakanth !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surya learnt the art of Parkour and if people insist he flies, let me tell you the whole fighting scenes in Ayan was Parkour and he even repeated some of those in Aadhavan. I guess Surya decided to move away from the stereotypical Indian Hero films ever since Nandha. I am really very supportive of his new ventures ! He really makes an effort in changing his looks to fit the roles of all his films ! I mean Surya is definitely not the comical hero nor can he dance well but his comedy in Pithamagan and Aadhavan is good ! But sadly, i HATE Singam ! A typical commercial film ! Grrr !! I can't wait for&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Surya's Rakta Charitra , Arya's Madrasipattinam and Vikram's Raavanan (&lt;/span&gt; I hate Vikram btw ) !!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really hope Vijay would move away from such mainstream commercial films and do something different ! Its freaking irritating to watch his films and to witness a myriad of groups hurling abuses at him. Sometimes, I feel he deserves it. I mean you are given a choice to select the films you want to act in and why can't he choose good films ?! I am not a die-hard Surya fan nor do I advocate his movies but over the years, I am starting to appreciate him more than Vijay. Even Ajith is gone with the wind. Guess films like Sura are the reasons why people hate tamil films. Its so saddening man ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a website - " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"   &gt;The  negative aspects of Sura are no doubt the music,                              illogical, if not slow screenplay, gravity  defying                              stunts, slow moving scenes" and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica,  sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Verdict:                              In all, Sura is a usual Vijay fare that will  be a                              treat for his hard core fans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I heard that some theatre owners are coming up with an emergency meeting to ban Vijay film's in the theatres due to a chain of losses derived from Vijay movies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Vijay's recent not so impressive record at the box office has upset many  and particularly the exhibitors who are last link in the chain of film  making. Theatre owners in Tamil Nadu have called for an emergency  meeting to discuss the status of screening Vijay films in future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre  owners in Tamil Nadu charge that in the last five years Vijay has done  seven films and they have suffered huge losses as they all failed to  click. Out of Aadhi, Pokkiri, Azhagiya Thamizh Magan, Kuruvi, Villu,  Vettaikkaran and Sura released in the last few years they say only  ‘Pokkiri’ fetched them profits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compensate the losses they  incurred by screening the above films the theatre owners are asking  Vijay to do a film exclusively for the theatre owners. If not they will  issue a red card to the actor and will not screen Vijay films in future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  discuss the issue further theatre owners are holding an emergency  meeting tomorrow May 22. This sudden development is closely watched by  the industry. http://www.indiaglitz.com/channels/tamil/article/57153.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica,  sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4459918386251251398?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4459918386251251398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4459918386251251398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4459918386251251398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4459918386251251398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-blog_25.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_qzprsKP7I/AAAAAAAAJTw/_SBxZn46dUU/s72-c/sura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8479382742998711809</id><published>2010-05-21T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:29:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello world. Yes, I'm blogging again. I'm feeling miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I told my loved ones that I am God's favourite child. Well I am right. I am ! I am damn right I am indeed. Honestly when I head to the other realm, I have a few dying questions (unless they get answered soon). Sometimes I wish we could communicate .. say via a phone or something ? Why can't you answer emails ? Hahaha, oh well, guess our Telcos are miserable. No communication network to Heaven has been established (yet) I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And yes, my Old Fella' has decided to let me out in the cold waters against. But this time totally into a sea of uncertainties. I guess I need to navigate through the rough waters. But the question is ... where's the destination , what is the destination ?. I mean , I'm no genius to read your mind Old Fella ! Hahaha. What's up ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And by the way, just to let the world know, I didn't get the courses that I wanted in Uni - all due to competitions. So what should I do ? Waste life doing something that I don't like or ?? I am ultra confused. I'm stuck in a complicated maze. When I make plans, I try to weigh them against the shit of course. I am confused -hands down ! I have a "round table conference" with God tomorrow. I hope to place my thoughts in proper order. They're completely clouded with "i don't know what". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_WB35YWLnI/AAAAAAAAJTo/tOStNpdL888/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_WB35YWLnI/AAAAAAAAJTo/tOStNpdL888/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473423719434432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Quite a sane explanation .. eh ?. All these temporal quotes ( as I call them ) happen to ( at times ) keep me within the boundaries of sanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.facebook.com/vitzygal"&gt;Vithiya Kumar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;says : winners  don't quit ; quitters don't win. So it's gonna be another shot at life ?  Although its pretty draining, I guess I still gotta fight against it.  Fight fight fight , all over again. Myself versus Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="fb_dtsg" value="STIME" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="feedback_params" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;586365108&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;125737440786171&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;586365108&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;22&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;d27a0debf84e2f70&amp;quot;}" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="d8c0e4ef021a537bcce948a0638a1fac" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="UIActionLinks  UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;action&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=586365108&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=125737440786171&amp;amp;ref=mf" id="" title="" target="" onclick="" style=""&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 20 May 2010 11:22:44 -0700"&gt;36 minutes ago&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Privacy"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return false;" onmouseover="" href="http://www.facebook.com/aanesh?v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=118900751481917#" class=" uiTooltip"&gt; &lt;span class="uiTooltipWrap left"&gt;&lt;span class="uiTooltipText"&gt;Friends Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; · &lt;label class="comment_link" onclick="return fc_expand(this);" title="Click  here to leave a comment"&gt;Comment&lt;/label&gt; · &lt;button class="like_link  stat_elem as_link" title="Click here to stop liking this item" type="submit" name="unlike" onclick="fc_expand(this, false); return  true;"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Unlike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well that's my status from Facebook. Guess I have to follow it. Maybe when one day when I look back, I may look at myself and say "Vitz, I'm amazed...you really like fighting ah ?". Some people out there think I possess an iron heart but they fail to see the countless reminders I give myself, the waterfalls made up of human tears, the moments I lose my insanity, ..... hahaha every other depressing moments .. etc etc etc. It's not easy readers, its not ! I'm mentally drained. I am. If it wasn't for my loved ones, I guess I would have found a permanent place to live at (winks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahhhh let me digress. Watched Rock On! (hindi film) earlier and it was an awesome movie. I liked a few details that were presented in that flick. 4 friends who loved jamming and due to clashes arising from a conflict of egos, they separated and left their rock band. 10 years later they reunited and .... watch it guys !. Hahaha coming to think about it, I get reminded of Transitionz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Especially since last year, I've been thinking if the idea of managing Transitionz is a feasible idea. For instance, some people left the group to pursue their own goals. Its not that I don't have goals in life or that no one is against me being in Transitionz. I do have some people asking me if the idea itself a feasible one. Some even brainwashed me asking how long its going to remain there. My parents themselves know it ain't gonna do much. But what kept this fire burning ?. Honestly, I'll be lying if I say it's 100% of passion. The passion is there and we all can sacrifice it for a greater good. But what keeps me going is the trust my members put into the group and me. A few newbies joined the group and kept thanking me for giving them a chance and they liked the group. You know, I feel refreshed when they smile. That smile brings me great joy. I like it when they feel proud of them after doing some stunts/steps. I don't know but I'll continue to be there for those who trust me. This fire will continue to burn till the last member decides to extinguish it. Transitionz - To Succeed Zenith !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You know I surprise myself at times la. I don't know how I can continue to remain this positive when I'm swimming against the current ! Hahaha. I guess God gave me this : 'Throw shit at me and I'll continue smiling' attitude man. But I'm not enjoying it but I gotta smile ? Yea ? Hahahaha Old Fella !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And , friendship is a circle. We've spent laughter, tears, time,sweat,LOVE,dedication, commitment, trust and etc to build it. I know what you are going through now is screwed up. I am praying that things settle in because I don't like it. True love prevails ! I know you are sincere, so time will bring us closer. We know it. Because, TRUE LOVE PREVAILS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_WB3KfMS-I/AAAAAAAAJTg/wDFL8h-_e8o/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_WB3KfMS-I/AAAAAAAAJTg/wDFL8h-_e8o/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473423706846677986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is for a friend who believes that cutting oneself numbs ones problems. But its a momentary escape from your problems. Hahaha a loser ! If I had trusted the blades, I guess I would be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mother of Wounds !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8479382742998711809?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8479382742998711809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8479382742998711809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8479382742998711809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8479382742998711809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-world_21.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_WB35YWLnI/AAAAAAAAJTo/tOStNpdL888/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8196474009810850382</id><published>2010-05-20T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:53:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7_KJJlI/AAAAAAAAJTY/LGagS7KZ18A/s1600/Photo1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7_KJJlI/AAAAAAAAJTY/LGagS7KZ18A/s320/Photo1173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473233574193342034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite addiction. Frankly, although I was a pro at Winning 11, this game was quite tough for me in the initial stages. Can you believe me when I say that I got thrashed by Portsmouth ?! But obviously it was only a 2 day-affair. From then on, I've been having the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7qyXhsI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/hZiGMhsu46Q/s1600/Photo1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7qyXhsI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/hZiGMhsu46Q/s320/Photo1172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473233568724911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babyboy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7GUsukI/AAAAAAAAJTI/wz9ZdyXDhCk/s1600/Photo1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7GUsukI/AAAAAAAAJTI/wz9ZdyXDhCk/s320/Photo1194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473233558936795714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating babyboy's birthday in his house :) Well, it had to be simple. Baby was preparing to go for reservist and he wanted to rest. So yes. But I am really planning for a nice 1 year anniversary now. Hahaha. Weee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU6jqUUMI/AAAAAAAAJTA/DhgvHM_ILoI/s1600/tumblr_l2kal2GyqX1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU6jqUUMI/AAAAAAAAJTA/DhgvHM_ILoI/s320/tumblr_l2kal2GyqX1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473233549632229570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, I think Tumblr has got create such COPY+PASTE images/quotes/pages and etc. But then again, Tumblr doesn't look like an online portal where you would air your thoughts. I mean, you simply tune your thoughts to suit those images and all or sometimes ... you copy and paste those stuff and make it look like your thoughts ?! I mean I don't really like Tumblr. Hmm .... But of course, some pictures/quotes/pages and etc are cool but I guess you should also mention something besides just copying the codes and pasting them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU6RhBrrI/AAAAAAAAJS4/48OKV-SUleY/s1600/tumblr_l2p4rrbudY1qb9h0lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU6RhBrrI/AAAAAAAAJS4/48OKV-SUleY/s320/tumblr_l2p4rrbudY1qb9h0lo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473233544761421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful Jetty located @ Coniston Water . I really want to start travelling around the globe with my babyboy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, well ... I am still not over Fathimah's death. I was told by some readers that they cried when they read my previous post. I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to. I being frank with my emotions. A transparent entry I would say. Damn man. I guess I need some time to get over it and settle down with the present moment. And at this juncture, I remember this particular dialogue from 'Vaaranam Aayiram" :- No matter what happens, life has to go on. Well, people say time heals all wounds but I don't quite believe in it. Time does make you forget and it will create somewhat of a momentary tissue to seal the wound but it never removes the scar completely. Never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You know, I'm beginning to see competition as a double edged sword too. It spurs us to do our best and yet it also can smother one's fighting spirits. I guess there's a limit to everything but some people just don't seem to understand that. You know, I feel there's no reason to even do well for exams. Yes, when you do well you'll go to better schools and all. But oh c'mon, there's no fucking incentive to work so hard here in Singapore. Every corners are packed with competition. Despite doing well for As, I am not sure if I may get into the course that I want to. Hence, I am deliberately forced by the conventions of the system to think of a Plan B. But why must I plan for a Plan B when my grades and all can take me where I want to go to ? And this is the exact reason why I can scream at the top of my lungs : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FUCK COMPETITION !&lt;/span&gt; When the fucking bell curve moves up and down, those who generally think 70 = A grade will have to end up with a B and those who really cannot hit above 46 may end up with a S grade ! I mean why can't the grading system be constant ? I know of some people who attained bad grades and they're in University now. Well, it was their time where the competition wasn't this steep but this batch is suffering. I know of AAD's who were rejected from all 3 Universities and they decided to have private education. What the hell is happening ?! If this was suppose to end this way, I wouldn't even have decided to retake my As man. I would have just gone to a fucking private institution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Argh, I am really 90% certain that I am moving out of Singapore after settling down with Baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And yes, tomorrow I am going to a special place. I need to sort out my thoughts. Everything's haywire-d in my head right now. I guess I am thinking too much. So I need to filter them and strengthen my thoughts - well that would ensure a firm ground, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8196474009810850382?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8196474009810850382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8196474009810850382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8196474009810850382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8196474009810850382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S_TU7_KJJlI/AAAAAAAAJTY/LGagS7KZ18A/s72-c/Photo1173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-416484893551318550</id><published>2010-05-17T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:44:32.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello blog. I have not been in the best of moods for the past few days and do expect a variation of emotions in this particular entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;First and foremost, I am deeply saddened by my junior's death. Really saddened ! And I just want to mention a few things here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest in peace, Fathimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Fathimah - I just happened to bump into her at the school library (MI). I generally have a good rapport with the juniors and seniors of MI and so I was friendly with her and all. I didn't know what lied beneath then. Soon after, another junior told me and my friends that she had this heart condition where her heart can stop anytime and all and she even carried some bottle or medical instrument .. it's something like it will be attached to her body - At this juncture, I can't quite remember what it was. But I was stunned. I mean amidst all the stress of the A level education system, this can only burden her even more. I was really thinking alot about it then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The same junior who told us about her condition also told me that she spent 3 months in the hospital and did her O levels and she eventually became a top scorer in her school. I was feeling so embarrassed with my ownself. I mean I didn't go through such a difficult period but she did and she came out as a winner while I didn't. I really respected her alot. And despite suffering from pain every damn day, she always had this beautiful cheery smile plastered onto her face and she will always be in a good mood and look at life in a positive light. You know when I am bloody stressed up, seeing her will make me feel alot more better and I took her as my inspiration to remain positive no matter what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I really want to mention about her mom here. Her mother will always come to school to give her food and she will stay by her only child- daughter's side irregardless of rain or shine. That mother didn't know what difficult or hassle meant. She was always there. Apparently Fathimah couldn't eat all kinds of food and there's a specific type of food which she can eat and her mom will always do it that particular way. I mean I don't know how to describe the beautiful moment when we will be at the canteen and the mom will always come there with packed food to feed her. You know some emotions can only be felt , not explained ! But it was a very beautiful sight , very very beautiful ! No one in this world can put forth a perfect definition of a Mother's love ... it can only be felt , never be explained. But in a gist , Mother's love = heaven ! And I really really respected and saluted her mother. She was and even till now will remain as my epitome of unconditional love. I generally love to observe and appreciate alot of random people and their lives and always make some mental notes. And she's someone whom I'll never forget in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;On Saturday (15th May) , I was awaken by Pravin's call and he told me that Fathimah had passed away. I was so shocked ! I couldn't believe my own ears and since I was in a groggy mood I couldn't react. As in it didn't settle in yet. I had tuition at 1230 pm and dance at 330pm. I was supposed to go for tuition and head for dance but I had to push forth my plans and go for Fathimah's funeral. The time was 930 am and I had to be there by 12 because they will take away her body at 12 it seemed. So I really rushed and was reminiscing about all those moments I had spent with her and everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I first went to her house, Pravin informed me that they're bathing her. So Pravin, Shafie, Karpagam and I waited outside and somehow we were talking about alot of stuff that I kind of took my mind away from the funeral. Just then I overheard what the father said and also Shafie told us some details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It seems that she didn't die naturally. The dad took out the life support from her. He pulled the plug - he couldn't watch her suffer. Well, her skin started peeling out and her flesh was being exposed, she vomitted blood, her eyes nearly dropped out, her face was melting, alot blood were clotting her eyes, her body parts started coming out and .... all ... so he pulled the plug. In my frankest opinion, although i fucking hate the fact that she died , I think it was better for the dad to pull the plug. I cannot stand the fact that that poor soul suffered this much throughout her life ! Really fucking upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Soon, the dad asked everyone of us to see her face for the last time and they were doing some ritual ( muslim rituals ) and I was unfamiliar with all this. They gave us some light brown thing and we had to put it around her head and I did it. While doing it, I was looking at her face.. i swear, it broke my heart to watch a junior lying motionless there. I don't know what was happening but her face looked so disfigured. Her nose were like melted .. it was had melted and nearly "ate" her left eye away. And I think the doctors stitched it up and all. I don't know how to describe how fucking sad I was... I really couldn't stand it and I really wanted to cry my heart out - serious. I would have burst out crying if I had been standing inside. So I instantly walked out of the house, found a lonely spot and was crying my heart out. I wish I could do more than just crying but it's not in my power to reverse time or anything. I am so sad. I couldn't bear to see her mother cry too. I know the parents did all that they could but .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I really pray that Fathimah is peaceful up there. She was always a fighter. She could have gone earlier but she fought till the end and despite all her problems and suffering, she never failed to put up that smile. Thank you Fathimah ! Although I am really depressed that you went away too soon, I hope this will put an end to your suffering. Girl, I really love you and will miss you but you will never fade away from my memories. Although we had a short stint during our MI times, I know enough to cry my heart out ! Rest in peace Fathimah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. And I will take away all the pain that you have suffered on this earth" Revelation 21: 3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hate death. I am so afraid of this that I really don't want it to be part and parcel of my life. Some people will say "life still has to go one" but I cannot move on just like that. I know that all of us have to go one day. But I don't have to courage to watch a loved one go off like that. And that is why, I really really make and effort to reduce fights that I have, forgive people really very easily and all. Alot of people have asked me :" are you out of your mind ? Why do you always forgive people easily ?" Well we only have that limited time on this earth and we'll all go off one day and I don't want to die with any regrets. I just don't want to. I want to lie in my death bed just like my grandfather - with a smile on his face. I was very young when I saw it and I often mistook it thinking that he was "laughing" before he died and that was why there was a smile but as I grew older, I realised that he died without any regrets. I want to be like that. I don't know how things will go but I just don't have the heart to see my loved ones die ... and that is why i really pray that I will be gone before they do because I can't see all this ! I fucking don't want to. That is why every little things affect me. For instance, when my mom , my aunty , cousin and I were out, I constantly kept looking behind to see if my mom was safe and all. She was walking with my aunty but I always have this uncertainty looming around me and I am always afraid. So I kept looking back and all and my aunty got irritated and she scolded me. I understand her irritation but I can't help. Haiz. I guess this is just me. The way I am. I hate funerals and I hate death. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate all this ! Just hate !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And to those people out there who take great pride in breaking people's hearts - you don't have the right to break someone's heart. Learn this. When you die one day all they can think about is how badly you broke their heart. I don't think you would want to be known as a heartbreaker ! Some people are super insecured. They think that its better to break someone's heart rather than them breaking your heart but in LOVE, you don't nurse insecurities. You only love unconditionally - not with materialistic or non materialistic conditions. I hope people will all realise this one day. Lets spread love, not hatred ! Please ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal rants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am beginning to embrace the fact that you should never expect so as to avoid disappointments. Yes, that is true eh ?. Sometimes I feel like some certain things in life looks so momentary. Like nothing last for an eternity - expect for unconditional love ? But even so, some people put such a abrupt end to it and well, that is certainly besides the point here. I believe that words have 2 different sides. Words can be a double-edged sword - it can kill and motivate someone. I am really mentally exhausted of listening to vicious words. Sometimes I feel like I am misunderstood but when will they find the right juncture to understand me fully ? I am really hurt and I guess its a phase I have to go through again-yet again. I guess I must be God's favourite daughter that He chooses to test me as much as He can at every possible moments. Honestly God, I am very very drained. I really wish you can stop because I can see that you create all these obstacles just to test me but I don't know the real reason and people out there do condemn me because they all they see is nothing but my failure. I know this is not fair at all - I really am waiting for answers but I don't get any ?! I am so confused because you make things look so complicated for me. I really don't understand why, God ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I hope you can feel what I feel and really stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9N9opF-PK5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9N9opF-PK5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-416484893551318550?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/416484893551318550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=416484893551318550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/416484893551318550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/416484893551318550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-7327966947302886911</id><published>2010-05-11T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:15:48.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 9 months to us ! Yay !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It's double celebration for us - our anniversary + his birthday on the 16th. Due to his tight work schedule, I am really trying my level best to map out some surprises. Well God, please help me out with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMZRFN7VI/AAAAAAAAJSw/-biPwYBQLTk/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMZRFN7VI/AAAAAAAAJSw/-biPwYBQLTk/s320/b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469916850639727954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMYfYMV6I/AAAAAAAAJSg/eDiNA6g2M8w/s1600/Photo1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMYfYMV6I/AAAAAAAAJSg/eDiNA6g2M8w/s320/Photo1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469916837297543074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMYJB3A8I/AAAAAAAAJSY/BIZlNXM2OD0/s1600/Just+us+....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMYJB3A8I/AAAAAAAAJSY/BIZlNXM2OD0/s320/Just+us+....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469916831298290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMXrNA6iI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/d_zoRG8p8Tc/s1600/Image1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMXrNA6iI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/d_zoRG8p8Tc/s320/Image1666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469916823292013090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy us :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Friends of mine know that I am not in the right state of mind now. Well, I'm really stressed up and things are piling up and its making me even more stressful. I mean this is life and there's no time for any screw ups and so please, don't screw this up for me. Please ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I really feel very exhausted with some ideas actually. For instance, there's this new competition on Vasantham and its called some "SuperStar" thing and my friends are encouraging me to sign up since I can dance, host, act and etc etc .. but the main question is, what am I going to get out of it ? I mean I understand the opportunities and all but I really don't know if I have the time to commit for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;On Tuesday, 18th of May, I've got a drama scene to do. Its for the drama called "Mani"- Siva's production. Actually I was fucking pissed with myself after the auditions. I know that I didn't do my best. I was shocked with my own attitude at the auditions. I mean I write scripts and have taught people how to act and all and .. despite being a director and telling people what i expect and all , I myself didn't act well. I mean imagine this : a scene where you know you were molested and obviously certain emotions should come out but I couldn't do it. I was like thinking how would I react if I have gotten molested but since I've like never been molested, I couldn't react. But that's not an excuse ! When it comes to acting, we have to visualise and act out ! Oh my god ! I just did badly la. I don't know whats the minor role for this scene but lets see. I hope I do it well enough ! That will lift up my spirits. I was so sad that i disappointed Siva. He gave me so many different roles and scenes to do and I couldn't deliver my best ! Fucked up me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You know, I don't know why I am having terrible thoughts nowadays. Like how long am I going to live out my passion and all. Well, maybe it comes with having too much of expectations I guess. Haiz .. I am so confused and stressed up man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;For now, I am only waiting for a response from 2 different things and if I get a positive one, I guess things will settle down well. Arghh frustrated la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Maybe the only one who kind of understand this situation is some people .. I guess Cheryl will be the best one .. cos' we're going through the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And last but not least, asshole, you don't deserve what you got. I guess you were just lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-7327966947302886911?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7327966947302886911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=7327966947302886911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7327966947302886911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/7327966947302886911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-9-months-to-us-yay-its-double.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-kMZRFN7VI/AAAAAAAAJSw/-biPwYBQLTk/s72-c/b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-267607790899908486</id><published>2010-05-10T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:53:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First and foremost, I'm quite delighted to note that some random people happen to read my blog and infact 3 of them sent me messages to my email account and facebook account ! Thanks peeps :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPL Campaign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, the EPL campaign has ended and I congratulate Chelsea for showing an outstanding performance. 103 goals ! That is awesome ! And of course, my best wishes to Didier Drogba for clinching the Golden Boot. I love him man. He's really good and has that predatory goal scoring instinct and he has amazing speed and good ball control ( well, minus his schoolboy antics la ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still proud of my VERY OWN RED DEVILS ! We fought till the very end. We trailed Chelsea by a SINGLE point. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efQckCWTI/AAAAAAAAJRw/vOZoXxuTIGM/s1600/manu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efQckCWTI/AAAAAAAAJRw/vOZoXxuTIGM/s320/manu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515377358821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And I understand there are some sore loser Liverpool fans are taunting Man Utd and their fans because we didn't surpass their record of 18 titles. We're on par with them now and I can tell you sore Liverpool loser fans that, we WILL clinch that historic 19th real soon- very soon infact. We're known as RED DEVILS for a reason assholes. And whatnot, I received irritating messages from Liverpool fanatic taunting me. And of course, I gave it left and right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Praba sent me a forwarded message - guess he sent it to all Man Utd fans. So I replied back and our argument took me to send 7 page long messages and so on. And then I stopped and pondered ... well he must be pretty sore due to Liverpool's failure and I decided to stop arguing since it is a complete waste of time to fight with a Liverpool fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Last but not least, Liverpoolians - stay as LIVERPOOL not LOSERPOOL. 7th this season ? Try and get into top 4 before taunting us and dreaming about clinching the title la, assholes. When we win our 19th, you guys are pretty dead. And please, for Pete's Sake, don't even think that you guys did Chelsea a favour by losing to them. I think you guys simply buried your pride. Gerrard was totally not inspirational this season and I really pity Torres ! He's so talented and yet he's so stuck with a loser club. I hope he moves on to Manchester City. It's a complete waste of his talent and time to be stuck with a loser club. And Shankly must be crawled out with disgust in his grave with the current dilemma of Liverpool ! He proud so much of pride to the club and it's a club with rich history. Liverpool is definitely one of the most decorated clubs in the world and yet, what a pity ! Well, should blame it on the loser fans and that pretender of a manager they have. Loserpool, buck up, if not you guys are going to be relegated soon and Ayam Brand will start sponsoring you'll ! Start walking alone la, assholes. And despite being a Man Utd fan, I had my respect for Liverpool but i guess its the fans that make me DESPISE Liverpool totally and from this season, I have become &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANTI LIVERPOOL ! FUCK LIVERPOOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efPtkbILI/AAAAAAAAJRo/GrnhD1DVsyc/s1600/wayne-rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efPtkbILI/AAAAAAAAJRo/GrnhD1DVsyc/s320/wayne-rooney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515364743979186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so impressed with Rooney man ! He was really there for us. So much of burden on a 25 year old's shoulders. OMG , you were there Rooney. My star. But I really hope Fergie will make some important signings for the next season. I heard that Silva is interested to come to United. Welcome dude. But I want a fiery striker to pair up with Rooney - someone like Torres. A Torres-Rooney partnership will be mouthwatering. Please sell Berbatov-he can't perform when he needs to and he cannot be relied upon. I really thank Nani for taking the role of scoring goals. Macheda is good man.. I bet he's going to be world cup soon. And I hope fergie will invest more into buying very good midfielders - I want a good playmaker - like Xavi. Xavi's good very good vision man. He can change a game just like that ! A fucking good instrumental playmaker. And of course tone up our defence. Its time the old legends leave us .. haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efO6JnFqI/AAAAAAAAJRg/0ujehPBGZGU/s1600/WR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efO6JnFqI/AAAAAAAAJRg/0ujehPBGZGU/s320/WR1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515350941308578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To those who mentioned he had belly. He lost it peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other hand, I do miss Cristiano Ronaldo. People think he's arrogant and that he's a Portugese Peacock and whatnot. But the truth is, at 24 he has managed to establish himself as one of the best players in the world. He may be selfish as to score first before passing but hello, he turns out good results. Like how he helped Real come back from a Mallorca's first goal. He's good man. He has that fiery desire to be the BEST and he trained hard and he becomes the BEST. When you are the BEST, you know what to do. Its your word against the others. Thats what he does and people instantly think he's arrogant. There's a thin line between arrogance and confidence. In my opinion he's a very confident player. I admire his confidence and his desire to be the best and nothing less !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efOlaLSxI/AAAAAAAAJRY/kSQ4e5820_g/s1600/amani6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efOlaLSxI/AAAAAAAAJRY/kSQ4e5820_g/s320/amani6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515345373645586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He's simply ripped ! OMG ! fucking ripped man ! I wish I had a swimming pool in my house. I would be jogging like a mad girl around my estate and immediately swim my ass off and I'll be in good shape too ! I love his physique... wooooohoooo. He's sooooo goodlooking and he's got amazing body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efOGTkcdI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/oK-MilmZxII/s1600/amani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efOGTkcdI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/oK-MilmZxII/s320/amani1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515337024434642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ronaldo's hattrick against Mallorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxNomQOw9DY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxNomQOw9DY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WORLD CUP is coming but i don't think my father is going to purchase the channel since its so expensive now. Fucking hell, last world cup was alot more cheaper and now it's doubled. Damn them ! This is what happens when we have to solely depend on them for World Cup coverage ! Shit them la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My personal thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was having a good morning till I saw this particular status and simply asked one question and the other person on the other side simply had to show some fucked up attitude ! Look you can be a King/Queen of Sarcasm but you know how to control your fucking fingers and mouth. I hate sarcastic fuckers and I can retaliate back too. I can insult you in many ways - many many ways but I can tell you now on your face that its going to make you feel damn fucking bad about yourself ! Self-confidence is what you show others but words can hurt you real bad. Trust me. I know what to do and how to do it but its JUST THAT I DON'T WISH TO INSULT YOU in the name of sarcasm. So play your damned cards well and don't test my patience. And perhaps, go and ask your momma to pay you to be polite-looks like you've got a serious issue with that, motherfucker !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am really waiting for something to happen. When that happens, I am going to unleash a different me. I am just waiting because its going to be time, I give back what people gave me. But before I do that, something must happen and that's exactly what I am waiting for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, I am quite stressed up about dance. Firstly, balls to those who would gloat about this state. Especially that Gay boy who is waiting to apparently take on us and that bitch with a fucked up attitude who is apparently waiting to prove to us. I don't care. We're coming back stronger. Don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then again, I am very pissed off with this fucked up womaniser ! He BEGGED me to come back and of course I gave him a chance. He told me how his ex gf restricted him from joining us and I didn't buy his story because I know him too well but I still have him a chance because I do believe in giving second chances but that womaniser simply have reasons to NOT come for dance every time. All the reasons that he gives are fucking pathetic-just like his face and his life. Stupid womaniser, you are really going to get fucked by life and God. Haven't been to NS ? Yea? Hope you get your ass screwed. And yes, I call him womaniser for a reason - why because he cannot control his dick. He will be after every girl and when he meets another girl, he'll vanish from your sight and you will be labelled as a BAD GIRL FROM HELL ! Such a fucked up character man ! Yucks ! Not man enough to hold his own balls and what irritates me is all this girls who are too nice to him. I wish some girls will give him back big time .. only 1 did something like that but not fiercely ! Eeeeks ! And his friends think he was the scapegoat in all his relationships ?! HAHA paavam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondly, I really admire the hardwork from some of my dancers - they know who they are but some are not focused. They have short attention span and I was really controlling my temper on Saturday. Hope things get better sooner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efl2POlrI/AAAAAAAAJSI/PFo-LiyS-do/s1600/Photo1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efl2POlrI/AAAAAAAAJSI/PFo-LiyS-do/s320/Photo1136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515745028118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me preparing to do the "knee glide and push back up" move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efkpVDJRI/AAAAAAAAJR4/NyFSLPkVOhs/s1600/Photo1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efkpVDJRI/AAAAAAAAJR4/NyFSLPkVOhs/s320/Photo1137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515724383003922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah - after doing this , you should push yourself back up by using those hands on your ribcage and the supporting knee .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-eflbJ08dI/AAAAAAAAJSA/PTvfqX9kI1k/s1600/Photo1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-eflbJ08dI/AAAAAAAAJSA/PTvfqX9kI1k/s320/Photo1138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469515737757708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Like this and up ! This is really tough for me .. all because I have an injured knee ... normally people will use their left knee for support but I can't do that .. this particular stunt cramped my whole body ... I have suffering from cramped thigh, calf, hands and strained shoulders .. and Sashi neck was cramped , Ameen's legs and hips were gone , Gopi's thighs , calf and whole body was cramped .. and etc .. HAHA omg .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-267607790899908486?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/267607790899908486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=267607790899908486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/267607790899908486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/267607790899908486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-blog-first-and-foremost-im-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-efQckCWTI/AAAAAAAAJRw/vOZoXxuTIGM/s72-c/manu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8988023101375673112</id><published>2010-05-07T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:41:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello bloggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am slightly upset with some stuff ... a few thoughts ... . I am thinking about alot of issues and I can't seem to put them into proper order to establish a certain form of coherence. Damn. And before I kind of talk about them, I just need the typical indians to stop asking me questions and begging me to reveal their identities. I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;This particular person whom I know happened to be molested by his tuition teacher. When he was a mere 8 year old, it happened. It was behind closed doors and whenever he told his parents, his parents asked him to stop fabricating stories. He believed it was something "normal". He hasn't gotten rid of that phobia. He's still traumatised. He can't even get into a r'ship out of fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I tried my level best to put some sense into him. He told me he can only become normal when thing ordeal be reversed. Meaning, we need to travel back in time and undo this. But I am no superhero and I want to help but I don't know how to do that. I am encouraging him to step beyond and start living his life. He's trying real hard - i know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scenario 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You were not in a good mood. You cried and I felt it and so I called you, forced you to pick up the damn phone and you did. I was lending you a listening ear. I wanted to listen to everything but you do know that I am a sensitive person and I can really feel people's pain and i felt it and so I cried. I mean I am not a third party here to listen and then hang up. I'm a friend and I don't know how others define friends as but in my dictionary, I really go beyond the proposed parameters and try and fix the situation. In short, I am trying to be a better friend. I am really disappointed that you would come to such a conclusion - never ever to share your problems with me all because it will make me feel sad. What am I to you ? Have you like downgraded me from a close friend material to an acquaintance-material ?. You know sometimes I wish I was staying near you so that when you lack logic, I can come straight to your crib and give you a fucking bitch slap ! And do you realise that whenever you think - especially when you're in a emotional mood, you make the weirdest of decisions - to be frank - fucked up decisions. Seriously, i think you need a slap !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Overtime, I got to know that X didn't have a smooth journey in life. X had to face the torture of meeting expectations all through his/her life, to the extent that his/her life depended highly on his/her parent's expectations. Like what the parents didn't fulfill at their own childhood, they imposed it on him/her. So living within the constraints of their own expectation was bad. I personally think you should set yourself an expectation and live up to it rather than living to the world's expectations. The world doesn't know your feelings and thoughts. They can't feel you because they aren't living in your shoes. But too bad, it happened and being dejected because of this doesn't yield the right purpose. Serious !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Fine ! The expectations is done and over with. I think some Indian parents ruin their kids. Some give them too little freedom and smother them with their own expectations. These kids who have such parents end up the wrong way - depressed. They often feel that they're not living their dreams - their interests are completely concealed. For example, when you think back and revisit your life, all you can remember is such unhappy moments ! Is this life ? On the other hand, some parents trust their kids too much and discuss open topics with them and give them alot of freedom and what happens because of that ? They get tattoos done behind their backs, lead such a wild sex life behind their backs ( imagine the parents getting to know that their daughter is a slut ) and indulge in booze and drugs. Sad life. Maybe Indians just love drama and twist and turn in their lives that this has to be a fundamental part of our community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Coming back to X's life, the damage has been done and there's no use brooding about it. No use complaining about it. Seriously, no use. You need to start to reinforce the way your mind thinks. Sadly some people undermine the value of their minds. The mind is such an essential tool. For instance I know of this slut who apparently claimed that she is addicted to sex and she needs to have it every single day. But I am saying that if she learns how to control her mind, she can kick that habit of hers. For instance, some of us cannot stop craving for some food items - like hmm prawns ?. But before you indulge in good food, remember this - the taste only last for 5 seconds. You cannot preserve this taste for 10 hours ! So why eat it ? If you practice such an art of taming your mind's upsurge of changes - you can control whatever that needs to be controlled !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And whats the point of labeling yourself "hopeless" "wasteful" and "imbecile" ?? Its people who label others and if you're going to do them a favour by accepting it as your identity then its ENTIRELY your fault. God gave you the brains to think ! But are you using the energy to think ? You don't ! Why can't you stop labeling yourself and start building your life ? How did losers even came back stronger ? Don't tell me the whole world didn't label them ? Even John Terry - I hate that motherfucker but to think about it, at a professional level of soccer such negative comments about you on internet forums, Facebook pages, twitters and etc can affect your morale. His fans were insulting him on his face ! Radio to tv to newspaper to internet is your face and your cheap antics. Do you think he wasn't bothered ? He was !! Any normal human being would be embarrassed, disturbed, dejected and etc but did he bring it to the field ? And he's the captain of Chelsea and yet he stood steadfast in his purpose, his goals ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And that is exactly what I am asking you to do ! Remain steadfast in your quest. You know your goals ! You have set them well ! Now, all you have to learn is to control your mind ! I realised that its your inability to control your mind that even created alot of problems for you. it's your weakness. We all know we have to suffer in the present moment but once we know what we want to do and do it right then we can move on in life and live a better future but if you are going to step into a future with such a weak mind then you will NEVER have the character to face up whatever problems your future may bring to you. I'm doing research on this and I will transform you. I don't care if you like it but I am doing my duty as a friend. Hate you may but give up on you - I never will. I am not your parents or the society ! I am your friend ! Get it right !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scenario 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I really hate it when people leave their problems into the hands of knife/pen knife/suicide/drugs and etc. Why ? You don't have the balls to face up to problems ?? Next time use a fucking chainsaw and cut off your hand ! It can numb your problems for life ! And some geniuses can find a fucked up theory called "it can numb your thinking ... so that you don't have to think about your problems"! Honestly I feel like showing both my middle fingers on your face and scream "bullshit" ! You aware drugs also numbs people's thoughts and problems ? So is that right ? Sucide also numbs people's thoughts and problems ? Is that right ? C'mon ass, speak with sense ! Of all people I cannot believe YOU practice this 'art' ! Typically, its the low-life anjadi idiots who want to boast their love to another low-life anjadi idiots who would do such a thing ! Serious .. its low-life, uneducated idiots who would do this. Because if you're really educated, you would know that cutting yourself is a deed of a coward ! You're basically running away from problems ! I really wonder if you would be man/woman enough to save your mother from dangers if she ever get into one ! You run away from your own problems and how will people BELIEVE that you can help your mother in distress ? I wonder !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Like what I said, learn how to control your mind. You're too weak ! I hate to say it but you need to start controlling your mind or else your problems would start controlling your mind - just like how Lord Voldemort could contorl Harry's weak mind ! And you know the effects of such a weakness. Its always easy for your enemies to manipulate you and affect your life ! Please, I am begging you to start becoming the master of your destiny ! its only possible if you can learn how to shut away from the society and to learn how to control your mind ! I don't want you to put the trust on a low-life knife ! Put it on your amazing mind ! Please ! I will be there to guide you through this - because I am your friend and allow me to do my duty ! Please ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A special dedication to you : listen to the lyrics well :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgT1AidzRWM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgT1AidzRWM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8988023101375673112?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8988023101375673112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8988023101375673112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8988023101375673112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8988023101375673112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-bloggy-i-am-slightly-upset-with.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-2148506401770905694</id><published>2010-05-07T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:41:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures :)) ( more in my Facebook account of course ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shalin's awesomeness BBQ party !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64vfuKdI/AAAAAAAAJRI/uHMbcQwfm7I/s1600/Photo1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64vfuKdI/AAAAAAAAJRI/uHMbcQwfm7I/s320/Photo1049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208750310336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babyboy and me :)) and it was a family function with friends of course - my future family that is :P .. and everyone know about us and although things are not official - I mean in THAT way .. hahaha everything's good :)) . HAHAHA as much as I hate his "botak" look - my mom and grandma thinks he looks better with hair !! HAHAH rofl ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64RuMF5I/AAAAAAAAJRA/uA1zG1_0TrE/s1600/Photo1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64RuMF5I/AAAAAAAAJRA/uA1zG1_0TrE/s320/Photo1074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208742317954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY :))) - he was sooooo cute ! He peeled BBQ prawns for me and fed me . He got so worried when I got tipsy that he actually asked his cousins why they gave me too much of drinks ! HAHAHA and lastly when I was swimming he got so worried .. cos he wasn't gonna swim and he was afraid if i'll drown ..HAHA yes .. and soon after he got himself changed - he took his cousin's clothes n swam :)) .. he's sucha baby ! I'm really lucky right ? I know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64JkBR7I/AAAAAAAAJQ4/ig-YNuYBkog/s1600/Photo1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64JkBR7I/AAAAAAAAJQ4/ig-YNuYBkog/s320/Photo1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208740127819698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6OL0sU_I/AAAAAAAAJQw/BW31FTp1BNU/s1600/Photo1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6OL0sU_I/AAAAAAAAJQw/BW31FTp1BNU/s320/Photo1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208019180114930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of drinks inside. I had 2 different types of Red Wine, White Wine ( my fave ) , Hoegaarden, a Holland beer ( I forgot the name ) and Chivas - this kicked me off .. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NyT-uYI/AAAAAAAAJQo/5hejuSHgO-g/s1600/Photo1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NyT-uYI/AAAAAAAAJQo/5hejuSHgO-g/s320/Photo1040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208012332022146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Red Wine ( i hate red wine man ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NaPh53I/AAAAAAAAJQg/Qn4aWK4lj28/s1600/Photo1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NaPh53I/AAAAAAAAJQg/Qn4aWK4lj28/s320/Photo1054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208005870905202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy here ! Those are Sentill's parents ! And I really respect them for the kind of love they have even till now ! Awesome parents !! And they're Baby's Godparents :)) ... I am soooooooooo HAPPY :)) !! HEHEHE and Aunty actually told Baby not to hide anything and that they all know that we're together ... hahaha so no use being low profile :P .. and Chandra Uncle - he's not in this picture - he actually asked me "so where's your baby (referring to Kabi)  now ? On the way ? " and I actually kept calling Kabi "Baby" too many times .. and it was really awkward when people caught it hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NG2x-2I/AAAAAAAAJQY/EracpbyX8Xg/s1600/Photo1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6NG2x-2I/AAAAAAAAJQY/EracpbyX8Xg/s320/Photo1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468208000666827618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl - SHALIN :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6MvM7MoI/AAAAAAAAJQQ/bEHjZ826jKw/s1600/Photo1081b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L6MvM7MoI/AAAAAAAAJQQ/bEHjZ826jKw/s320/Photo1081b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207994317255298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5YfNH6_I/AAAAAAAAJQI/dpzW4vPaAl8/s1600/Photo1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5YfNH6_I/AAAAAAAAJQI/dpzW4vPaAl8/s320/Photo1103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207096669924338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE them alot alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5YKuuAJI/AAAAAAAAJQA/iho6RKx64gk/s1600/Photo1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5YKuuAJI/AAAAAAAAJQA/iho6RKx64gk/s320/Photo1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207091173687442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RISHI BABY !!!!!!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5X8nDo7I/AAAAAAAAJP4/iwpXgysmVZc/s1600/Photo1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5X8nDo7I/AAAAAAAAJP4/iwpXgysmVZc/s320/Photo1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207087383454642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5XqLS1hI/AAAAAAAAJPw/_HBM8fUVnio/s1600/Photo1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5XqLS1hI/AAAAAAAAJPw/_HBM8fUVnio/s320/Photo1115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207082435171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks to me ( at times i don't get it ) and he listens to me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5XM2YycI/AAAAAAAAJPo/PdYKzkFckCA/s1600/Photo1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L5XM2YycI/AAAAAAAAJPo/PdYKzkFckCA/s320/Photo1117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207074562853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucha BABY !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4mc84xQI/AAAAAAAAJPg/LC3QJ-UWF94/s1600/Photo1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4mc84xQI/AAAAAAAAJPg/LC3QJ-UWF94/s320/Photo1122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468206237071492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISHI baby feeding me coffee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lxeLidI/AAAAAAAAJPY/khOUbFpUg_Y/s1600/Photo1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lxeLidI/AAAAAAAAJPY/khOUbFpUg_Y/s320/Photo1125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468206225399974354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM SOOOOO MUCH SIA !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lk1KqBI/AAAAAAAAJPQ/HScXHaPv9As/s1600/Photo1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lk1KqBI/AAAAAAAAJPQ/HScXHaPv9As/s320/Photo1124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468206222006724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lH5ZZ2I/AAAAAAAAJPI/XZpNN6P8Z0E/s1600/Photo1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4lH5ZZ2I/AAAAAAAAJPI/XZpNN6P8Z0E/s320/Photo1131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468206214239840098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4kxunXqI/AAAAAAAAJPA/ECsGqXxDHZY/s1600/Photo1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L4kxunXqI/AAAAAAAAJPA/ECsGqXxDHZY/s320/Photo1132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468206208289037986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUACKS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-2148506401770905694?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2148506401770905694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=2148506401770905694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2148506401770905694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2148506401770905694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-more-in-my-facebook-account-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S-L64vfuKdI/AAAAAAAAJRI/uHMbcQwfm7I/s72-c/Photo1049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-1627562431215815842</id><published>2010-05-06T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:57:54.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was supposed to rant about something important but then again, I kind of lost focus. Well, not today then.. DAMN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh man, my tummy hurts - guess I ate something wrong :( !! On tuesday, I ate beef slices, beef patty, teriyaki salmon, rice, coleslaw, fries, ice kachang, ice cream and had 1 coke float and 1 ice lemon tea - ALL FOR DINNER ! Yes, you saw it right ! I am pigging out like crazy !! :(  !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH NO !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I tell you? I am super addicted to the Minced Meat Noodle at the BPP Kopitiam. So when the whole Kopitiam was under renovation, I was upset. So today I was there and ate there :) and when I came home, my mom bought KFC - i ate 1/3 of A chicken piece. Soon after, I felt hungry and I ate Tuna flakes in Olive Oil with wholemeal bread .. OH NO !!! Early afternoon, I planned to starve since I pigged on on Tues but unfortunately, I had pangs of gastric pain and had to cook Aglio Olio with chicken breast. Haiz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH NO VITZ !! You need to look trim, fit and sexy ! No way am I gonna gain those pounds !! NO NO NO !! Gonna have light lunch and dinner tomorrow ! I promise and will be running on Friday :) ! Yay me !! And dance on Sat !! HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's day this Sunday , Baby's birthday in 10 days time , Mom's birthday in 18 more days .. I am gonna be hella broke ! OH NO ! I planned for something for baby's birthday but since I am low on funds, I need to scrap of my idea ... well, I planned to have a private yacht session with my baby with good food - fine dining that is provided in that private yacht and that yacht will be travelling around till the next morning ( if i am not sure, it'll go to a neighbouring country and back ) - giving us ample time to spend quality time :)) -  oh no !! nevermind, we'll have it when i start working at a new company again :) ! I LOVE MY BABY !! And yes .. most importantly, our 9th month coming in 4 day's time :)  wooohoooo !! Double the happiness for me and my baby booo :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Child O'Mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1w7OgIMMRc4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1w7OgIMMRc4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's got a smile that it seems to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reminds me of childhood memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Was as fresh as the bright blue sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now and then when I see her face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; She takes me away to that special place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And if I'd stare too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'd probably break down and cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet child o' mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sweet love of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's got eyes of the bluest skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; As if they thought of rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate to look into those eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And see an ounce of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where as a child I'd hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And pray for the thunder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; To quietly pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet child o' mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sweet love of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do we go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where do we go now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where do we go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sweet child o' mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-1627562431215815842?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1627562431215815842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=1627562431215815842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1627562431215815842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/1627562431215815842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-supposed-to-rant-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-2269576603773689838</id><published>2010-04-26T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:28:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's raining cats and dogs now and I totally wish I was beside kabi !!! I miss him - and the best thing is, I met him on Saturday ! Hahaha :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways in my last blog entry, I mentioned that Kabi is busy with work and as such we can't spend time together and all .. well 2 weeks back, he sprained his knee during soccer and I went to visit him in his house. And honestly I was pissed, sad and worried for him too and we ended up talking alot and I told him what I felt and he kind of agreed with me. He even apologised and was close to tears.. I was already tearing when I mentioned how much I was missing him. Well, from that day onwards, he made an attempt to change - as in I know we can't meet as often but he started to call and sms me very very frequently and I was really so so so happy !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We met up on Saturday to celebrate Babom's birthday @ Sahara Bar. But before that we had our own personal time and oh my God !! It was perrrrfect !! It was such a blissful day for me. I love Saturday !! I love my baby alot man !! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, I just want to mention this :- sometimes in life, you will have to wait really long to find the best. I am really so glad that I did waited for this long instead of jumping the gun a long time back. I mean I am not saying I never got into any relationships - of course I did, but the point is , I could have gotten into many more relationships. I know I dated alot of guys but I always had reasons to not bring my date to the next level. Thank God !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kabi is really the best thing that has EVER happened to me. I am so glad that he is part of my life and that I am sharing my life with him. I am 100% certain that he is THE one for me. I am really very sure that he is definitely 1 in a million. Many Indian guys are extremely narrow-minded - even if they belong to this century. But Kabi is not narrow-minded at all ! Not at all ! He shares the same opinion as me and sometimes his opinion is alot more better , his ideologies are simply so modernised, his character is outstanding ! He's so freaking understanding !! . In short, he's nothing like a typical Indian and that's what makes me feel 101% sure that he is the RIGHT one for me.  Infact I feel very settled in life - especially my love life ! Mr Perfect ! My life feels soo complete with him around. He's really like my other half :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I really thank God for giving me such a rare gem of a person. I love him alot alot and he loves me alot too. Honestly, I can't wait to get married. It'll come in about 6 years time ( I mentioned 6 years cos it'll give both of us enough time to become stable )... 6 damn LONG years !! I wish I can marry him right now man ! Haiz .. 6 damn long years ! Grrrr. And yes, we have decided to put a tattoo of each other's name after our engagement - and please don't think we're in the process of getting engaged. I don't even know when it's going to come. My mom knows about him while my dad doesn't - I want to break it to him when I am very stable in life. Kabi's parents know about it but I haven't got officially introduced :P and 3/4 of Kabi's family likes me - especially his cousins, aunties, uncles and dad ! Well, I don't know about the others. I have to work even harder to mingle with all of them :P .. HAHAHA and I cannot believe I am like blogging about this .. HAHA :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Love is such a beautiful feelings - ESPECIALLY if you are with your OTHER HALF :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8_i8nKI/AAAAAAAAJO4/9V2hvbPIx1k/s1600/Photo1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8_i8nKI/AAAAAAAAJO4/9V2hvbPIx1k/s320/Photo1026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352836059700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my other half !! Btw , I prefer him with his spiky hair but he likes to shave his head bald ! Haiz , hair hair grow back !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8hSvTvI/AAAAAAAAJOw/64z8blubxIw/s1600/Photo0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8hSvTvI/AAAAAAAAJOw/64z8blubxIw/s320/Photo0985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352827938655986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks baby :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8TTlbHI/AAAAAAAAJOo/CPZw2GwBDJ8/s1600/Photo1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8TTlbHI/AAAAAAAAJOo/CPZw2GwBDJ8/s320/Photo1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352824184106098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats my crazy other half :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkze74VI/AAAAAAAAJOg/VLX8CHpU6is/s1600/Photo0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkze74VI/AAAAAAAAJOg/VLX8CHpU6is/s320/Photo0979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352420504789330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi baby and me @ Causeway :) - I love him sooooooooo much la !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkVOFsNI/AAAAAAAAJOY/zPGj25GXDAk/s1600/Photo0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkVOFsNI/AAAAAAAAJOY/zPGj25GXDAk/s320/Photo0975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352412381065426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooooooooooo happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkK6QUHI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/151V367SPYs/s1600/Photo0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkK6QUHI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/151V367SPYs/s320/Photo0961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352409613521010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishiiiiiiiii baby !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHkK6QUHI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/151V367SPYs/s1600/Photo0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHjvLciII/AAAAAAAAJOI/X1QFVGzPEw0/s1600/Photo0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHjvLciII/AAAAAAAAJOI/X1QFVGzPEw0/s320/Photo0960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352402169432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my laughter here is cocked up but well HE LOOKS SOOO CUTE HERE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHjaJO2TI/AAAAAAAAJOA/A_fWROoKDJ8/s1600/Photo0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHjaJO2TI/AAAAAAAAJOA/A_fWROoKDJ8/s320/Photo0947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352396523002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHPJT6PlI/AAAAAAAAJN4/dWrRkcsyBto/s1600/Photo0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHPJT6PlI/AAAAAAAAJN4/dWrRkcsyBto/s320/Photo0948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352048407002706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS BABY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHOrd2TZI/AAAAAAAAJNw/-09BIWAk_DE/s1600/Photo0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHOrd2TZI/AAAAAAAAJNw/-09BIWAk_DE/s320/Photo0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352040395623826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHI ISHI ISHI ISHI !!! I call him Ishi instead of Rishi because he calls himself ISHI too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHORKnSZI/AAAAAAAAJNo/rHh6Yryhpgo/s1600/Photo0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHORKnSZI/AAAAAAAAJNo/rHh6Yryhpgo/s320/Photo0885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352033335626130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw thats my new hair-do ! I HATE the weather and so I decided to go for a short crop .. hehehe ! Trust me , its super short ! If I style my hair the wrong way, I will end up looking like a butch. Its fucking short ! Hahaha ! But well its a pixie crop ! And Kabi likes it ... he loves playing with my hair now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHOBWREhI/AAAAAAAAJNg/HpETqCh76go/s1600/Photo0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHOBWREhI/AAAAAAAAJNg/HpETqCh76go/s320/Photo0849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352029089534482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right ?! Ignore Rakki at the back ! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHNrD3yAI/AAAAAAAAJNY/FNLZbPYKOBg/s1600/Photo0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VHNrD3yAI/AAAAAAAAJNY/FNLZbPYKOBg/s320/Photo0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352023106799618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL MANIA @ Valhall ! -  bloody hell !! My speed is still there man !! OMG !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-2269576603773689838?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2269576603773689838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=2269576603773689838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2269576603773689838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/2269576603773689838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-raining-cats-and-dogs-now-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S9VH8_i8nKI/AAAAAAAAJO4/9V2hvbPIx1k/s72-c/Photo1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-959608928772708078</id><published>2010-04-03T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:26:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Hello blog. I am really confused.. freaking confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Well by now most of you'll would have known that my knee snapped last  Saturday while dancing. I was dancing for Vanaras Pattu song with my  dance mate - Shobi and while dancing , I suddenly felt it snap and I  dropped to the ground. The best thing was, Lavan was recording our dance  and the snapping of my knee was also recorded and it looks freaking  scary ! I didn't dare to watch that video. Its up on Facebook by the  way. Haiz , sadly my knee injury , which I obtained on the 1st of July  in 2005 still remains as a major hindrance to my active lifestyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I know that I haven't been strengthening my knee and doing a bit of  physio but then again, oh my God ! Why why why ?! When I was trying to  put my knee back into place by bending it over and over again, everyone  heard it snap while it moved back to its original position. For some  strange reason, its not my knee cap .. nope ! It is my ACL which keeps  on flipping. I am so sick and tired of snapping my knee !! Why did I go  through that injury man ?! Why did that bitch crashed into my knee on  that unfateful day ? Bloody motherfucker , you are ! And bitch, I still  haven't forgive you yet ! Grrrrrrr how could you ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Haiz... anyways I am really contemplating on whether I should go for an  op or not .. I am hell-confused. I really need sound advise here ! I  shall also post some videos for you'll to watch and then peeps, gimme  your suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I can't upload this animated video. Well, it shows the : Animation of  ACL reconstruction&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q96M0jRqn7k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; The real video (operation) - viewer discretion highly advised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jwyiV6AXgM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jwyiV6AXgM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; OK, let me side-track now. Well, this knee actually brought upon a  certain blessing in disguise. If you want to know more about it, ask me  online or something. I am very happy with it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; On the other hand, I am very pissed off and upset with my other half.  Its been 52 days since we last met or had a decent conversation and  SMS-ing itself is a big thing. He told me to go on with life till he  works his ass off. He wants to make a career out of his current job and  for that he wants to work his ass off right now - even sacrificing the  time he could have spent on me and his friends. Can you believe it ? He  asked me to focus on everything else except him. He told me he would  compensate for this when we go on a trip in a few months time. I am  quite pissed off with his nonchalance. I mean I can understand his  motive but then again, whats the purpose of a relationship ? Everything  is supposed to be 2-way and he prefers to be caged up to focus on his  career ? Why isn't it 2-way ?. So I am waiting to blast him big time  when we meet .. I am so angry with him. After all this , he still had  the cheek to say I love you and somehow told me to understand his  current situation and that he would make it up soon. GRRRRR  ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-959608928772708078?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/959608928772708078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=959608928772708078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/959608928772708078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/959608928772708078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6741819252626792436</id><published>2010-03-31T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:18:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apart from the complications in the morning, I am very very happy with the 2nd half of the day. After tuition -( my tuition kid is sooo naughty and she's irritating me ) , I went to Lot1. Trust me , I was really shagged - oily face , specs and etc etc .. Hehe . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And And And :- My brother is back ! Omg , thats like the best thing that happened ! Omg , I've only dreamt of this day but I never thought it would come true ! OMG OMG !! Haha I don't know how to explain my emotions right now. The way we kept looking at each other's eyes and saying "I really miss you" and the hugs and everything ! It was simply superb ! You know I realise this , no matter how much you fight, when there's love , it totally prevails ! True love prevails !! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy . I will post pictures when we take one :))) ! Till then suspense ... weee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE YOU BROTHER !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S7IxI-6qbhI/AAAAAAAAJNQ/8k63WarfJj4/s1600/sibling-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S7IxI-6qbhI/AAAAAAAAJNQ/8k63WarfJj4/s320/sibling-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454476129096855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?? I know :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6741819252626792436?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6741819252626792436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6741819252626792436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6741819252626792436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6741819252626792436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/apart-from-complications-in-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S7IxI-6qbhI/AAAAAAAAJNQ/8k63WarfJj4/s72-c/sibling-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6415226773317136879</id><published>2010-03-19T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:05:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiz , snapshots of my work space ( for the courtesy of Gaya - she told me since she uploaded pictures of her work space on her blog, she expects me to do the same .. haiz )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMCaDJ08I/AAAAAAAAJNI/GKNls7g-rL4/s1600-h/Photo0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMCaDJ08I/AAAAAAAAJNI/GKNls7g-rL4/s320/Photo0461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353947028607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, welcome to the office where I work. I reminds me of those office "cubicles" I watch on movies :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMB7aPYzI/AAAAAAAAJNA/wsNpcVSPGKo/s1600-h/Photo0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMB7aPYzI/AAAAAAAAJNA/wsNpcVSPGKo/s320/Photo0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353938803942194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temporary work space till they get me a "cubicle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMBZopHMI/AAAAAAAAJM4/lADitUO0hJg/s1600-h/Photo0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMBZopHMI/AAAAAAAAJM4/lADitUO0hJg/s320/Photo0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353929737542850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the important medical details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMAxdNlLI/AAAAAAAAJMw/NnVqqolOUMY/s1600-h/Photo0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMAxdNlLI/AAAAAAAAJMw/NnVqqolOUMY/s320/Photo0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353918952182962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMAt1MM1I/AAAAAAAAJMo/ZVD6KSEhvZk/s1600-h/Photo0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMAt1MM1I/AAAAAAAAJMo/ZVD6KSEhvZk/s320/Photo0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353917979013970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, I am very uncertain about a certain formation. Looks like changes have to be made- sadly. Haha omg , its MANCHESTER UNITED vs LIVERPOOL MATCH !! Like always, I will be watching it with Gaya of course. But this time, with a different scenario :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;GGMU !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6415226773317136879?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6415226773317136879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6415226773317136879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6415226773317136879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6415226773317136879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-bloggy-gist-of-today-is-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6OMCaDJ08I/AAAAAAAAJNI/GKNls7g-rL4/s72-c/Photo0461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4726173996382395562</id><published>2010-03-19T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:06:02.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm not in a very good mood. I played out on my beauty sleep and I'm feeling cranky and freaking agitated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6JgGaSFGqI/AAAAAAAAJMg/4X5yONwXQtA/s1600-h/frustration-300x299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6JgGaSFGqI/AAAAAAAAJMg/4X5yONwXQtA/s320/frustration-300x299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450024162322356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes , this pictures depicts my mood perfectly well. I am freaking frustrated with people's attitude. Seriously, I had my fair share of respect for you but trust me, I don't find a reason to continue with that belief of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Do you know how frustrating this journey is for me ?. Do you know how much I am struggling to have this passion of mine glowing ?. Do you know how much I am trying to keep other people's belief alive , their passion alive ?. Do you think its freaking easy ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've never once complained. But c'mon, how could you have played out on me there and then ? But still I told myself to keep the hopes alive. Hey if you can get bitchy with me, I can get double of that. I can unleash the extreme bitter bitchy side of me - BUT I hate to show it to people. I gave you the face just so because, you happened to mean the world to a friend of mine. But it doesn't mean I will continue to show that same face to you and that other bitch too. Got it ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And there are REAL irresponsible people who did express interest in the squad. You expressed interest and you think you can just MIA ? What kind of behaviour is that ? Do you expect me to run after you and beg you ? Who the plain JACK do you think you are ?. Hello, we have to guard our own self-respect ok ? Honestly, I've lost the respect I had for you - completely. I know how you guys ran and I know it wasn't on the right path. If you weren't interested, you could have told me ... I'm not a dragon nor a tiger - OH C'MON man ! I BIG lesson learnt ! I am so disappointed in you. And I don't think its going to change till you explain your actions - if its going to be a fair cause .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Argh, forget it man, birds of the same feather , do indeed flock together ! A big total disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Work + tuition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Work is really fun. Syah and Li ping are awesome buddies. Syah and I had our fair share of gossips from the good'ol days ( I'm reserving it for some time *winks* ) . Haha anyways, work is easy and I love the environment. Everyone speak GOOD English and it's really cool that I'm stationed at the same office as Doctors who act as General Managers of the HealthCare Group ! I am assigned to organise and transfer medical details into the system and - it's such an insightful project. I learnt alot of different stuff today and it's interesting when you read those files :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I really don't know what got into my tuition kid's mind - she was a changed person. I think my "funny" threat sealed the deal well. Remember I mentioned that I lost it when she tore my homework and told me that I didn't set any task for her ? I scolded her big time and I told her I won't hesitate to slap the bitch out of her if she repeats the same mistake and I think - I hit the nail hard on the "metal" coffin. She relented and she's a changed person now. She did all her homework and she even paid close attention when I taught her her stuffs. I am really happy that she has changed her behaviour for the better- see I really want her to make it into a Secondary School. I am so petrified if she would fail her PSLE again and be sent to Pathway school. I told her mom that I will push her no matter what and I really really want her to do well. It's March now and I hope she sustains this behaviour till PSLE is over. You know I bought gifts for her because I hate scolding people and I felt bad .. so I decided to give her but then since she was so good today , I manipulated the gifts and told her , I got them for her because she was good today and I also told her that if she wants more gifts in future, remain this way. I hope it works !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A special shoutout to someone who means alot to me : my dearest sister : Lavan ( the small one ;) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Lavan, I really can understand, relate to, feel your emotions and cry your tears. I have no power to say : Don't cry. Sometimes crying makes us feel lighter and prepares us to become stronger. See nobody become stronger without falling. But no matter what, I assure you that I am here (alongside all your besties , your soulmate &amp;amp; loverboy, and all your well-wishers) to hold you when you need a support, lend you our shoulders when you need to lend onto and push you when you want to scale higher. We are always here and it will continue to be that way. This emotions in us, will never falter. So babe, spread your wings right now and soar and when you look back , we will be there to cheer you and bring you to success :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Lavan, I need to remind you this :- we're born Indians. We watch soap operas and you know that its absolutely vital that we need to witness DRAMA in our lives. If not - we are not Indians. But you know strong Indians have come out of those dramas and made it there. Such dramas shouldn't pull you down. C'mon don't tell me they ( your haters)  don't know that they're being childish ? They know it but its just that they enjoy being like that. So let them be. For all we know, they will forget to grow up - but unfortunately, time and tide waits for no man. I know you know what I am trying to get at. So like what you said, they can continue to bark and they're not getting anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babe, you are as strong as a diamond. Do you know that ? Diamond in Greek means - Unbreakable. And a polished diamond has the "highest hardness and thermal conductivity". Do you know that a polished diamond can cut a rock ? Infact people use diamond to cut many things in the industrial sector. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is polishing you big time at this young age so that when you grow up, you will continue to inspire everyone to remain strong. God knows that no matter how hard he kicks you, you will continue to stand up and say "Hey dude, remember, I am unbreakable - try it once more " . Ya ! Thats my sisterooo !! And Lavan, you know how strong you are , those people are just jealous of you, don't ever give in ! Pain is temporary, glory is forever - likewise , Pain is temporary but your inspiration continues to shine ! So, Lavanya DIAMOND Anpha, "when there's comfort, there's no growth : you need to step out of that comfort zone to grow mentally". I love you sisterooooooo !!! Muacks muacks ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4726173996382395562?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4726173996382395562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4726173996382395562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4726173996382395562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4726173996382395562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-in-very-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S6JgGaSFGqI/AAAAAAAAJMg/4X5yONwXQtA/s72-c/frustration-300x299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-3750073663764429629</id><published>2010-03-17T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:23:06.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello bloggy. I've got a few stuff up my head and I'm so going to blog them out. It may remind some people of their own actions , it may be nostalgic to some , it may induce anger in some and etc etc. And I personally don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendships : what do they mean to us ?. Friendship is the one of the most important relationship to me ( other than my family ) . But like everyone, God gave me the opportunity to observe and know more about people's other side - also known as their Dark side. But its really sickening that one would use the name of friendship to fulfill their ulterior motives; such a major shame ! Some people only care about their own feelings and ignore other people's feelings and I think its better to distant ourselves away from such selfish bastards and bitches. Just don't use friendship for a namesake. Learn the real meaning and appreciate its value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people may wonder why I don't GIVE up fast on friendships. Well, I generally give many people many chances but most of the time, they take it to their own advantage and repeat the same mistake again. But God is always there and he watches over us and so , I know that Karma's a bad bitch. That is the only thing I can say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And of course, I went the extra mile to invite ex-close friends of mine to attend social gatherings and outings but they ignore my invitation as though I was being invisible. Well, the decency in me taught me to respect even my enemy but if that's the amount of lessons your momma or your lifestyle had taught you then I can't comment much. BUT please don't ever think , I stooped low and invited you- because I can never be you. You can delete away friends from your real life just like how you do on Facebook or Friendster. Memories don't mean a shit to you but sorry, this isn't me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now this brings me to another doubt. You deleted me and those associated with me from your friend's list. So why is my boyfriend still in your friend's list ? Don't you think its dumb ? or unless you are trying to tell me that you enjoy stalking his account to know the comments we exchange and view our pictures ? . Whatever BITCH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes, I did smile at you then because I didn't forget what you did last year. Its not because I stooped low. Don't forget that. If you cannot be bothered to return that smile , then its not my loss. You don't mean anything to me. Don't forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And and and , I hate Indian fuckers who condemn their own race. For instance, they will enjoy watching Wade Robson dance, Chris Brown do his thing , Envy Usher's slick movements and Adore MJ and etc etc but once an Indian do it, they will spit on his face and label him anjadi. Why INDIANS, why ?! I was pissed off with some people's comments with regards to Dance Jodi. Hey fucker, dance like them before you condemn them la. Just because they dance , you call them typical ?! Did your mom tell you that you're super typical to think like a typical Indian retard ?. Please la, if you cannot encourage, at least don't discourage la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh yes, do you guys know that I have tuition assignments on hand ?. I'm currently teaching English and Tamil to an EM3 PSLE-repeat student. Initially I thought she was slow but now I realise that she's absolutely cunning. She loves to watch the TV, play, gossip and do everything except study. I am trying my level best to ensure she studies. Actually, I can just ignore her imbecilic acts and even ignore the fact that she doesn't do her homework and still get paid but I am against this. I believe in ethics and morals. Hence I have to teach and make sure I change her life but she's sucking my blood big time now !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I gave her a homework to do. She copied the answers from the answer sheet. I realised it and tore away the answer sheet and I gave her another homework. This time she managed to copy it from her old assignments. I took away her old assignments and gave her another set of homework and this time ....... SHE TORE AWAY THE ENTIRE PAGE and told me - you didn't give any homework what ?!. I swear I nearly lost it. Her parents allow me to beat her but I hate beating kids ! I used a cane to cane her palm and I asked her to do the homework infront of me and she could look at the question and stone - trying to waste time. I scolded her and she cursed me under her breathe and I scolded her again and she gave me the bitchy look and rolled her eyes. So what am I to do ?! I still didn't slap her. I issued her a warning saying that I can slap her nicely if she continues to do it again. She was on the verge of tears. I took away her homework and kept it aside and read her a tamil story book and I asked her to act out. She's really bad in English and Tamil and its really tough teaching her. She was happily acting out and I was glad I cheered up her mood. Then I took her homework again and this time she did it well. But how am I to continue to encourage her if her parents are not doing their job well ?!. Tuition isn't the sole provider man, you guys gotta do your work too ! I am suffering .. infact I can QUIT anytime I want to but I hate leaving her like this. Her parents trust me too much.... see Vitz is in a major dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Life is going to be stressful once March 18 kicks in. I'm starting work on March 18th - office hours. I'll be working as a Medical Data Entry Assistant + Tuition assignment on every Mondays and Thursdays @ Boon Lay + Dance commitments ( and some people are asking me to dance for them for 2 different competitions and I'm so irritated with saying NO .. i have my own dance comp to think about man ) + driving lessons at BBDC + my personal training + spending time with the bf .. we can only spend time when he gets his leave and it's been 1 month and 6 days since we last saw each other. So how ?? Stressed up ! Trust me man ! And I so want to buy a car - maybe a 2nd hand one for now !! **note , I am not asking my Parents to get me a car - I MYSELF getting a car for myself using my own savings **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Talking about Kabi, I'm planning for a romantic get-away. Gopi and Nithya calls it our "honeymoon" ( haha what the hell ) . We so need to catch up on alot of things and Singapore's being a bad place. So I am really planning to go on a vacation with him, thinking of going on a short trip to a Malaysian island/resort or Malacca or even THAILAND ! But the major question is , WHEN ?! Sometimes , I pity myself but then again , its our strength and bond that will help us out of this. And of all shit that can happen, he JUST have to stay in Tampines ! I HATE Tampines because its so far !! Why can't he reside in Bukit Panjang ?! I think people who's boyfriends/girlfriends stay beside them are super lucky. You know, one of my best moments in Tampines would be the time when we sneaked into his house at 230am. Tampines seemed super good at that time but it gets soo noisy and loud in the mornings and I had the journey back to Bukit Panjang. No wonder couples get married fast... but then again.. haizzzz. I miss hugging him , kissing him, just lying on his chest and so many things .. 1 month and 6 days .. what am is going on ?! I sincerely have this desire : for his boss to kick him out of work , so that he can look for a new job and it wouldn't be this bad !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Abd can you believe , we didn't even celebrate V.day. We were supposed to celebrate it on 16th ( his off day) but he got called back to work. And till now, I am yet to pass him my V.Day gift ! It hurts me whenever I see it on my cupboard ! Really sad man .. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DIGbyiYI/AAAAAAAAJMY/y8sPFe7zOcE/s1600-h/Photo0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DIGbyiYI/AAAAAAAAJMY/y8sPFe7zOcE/s320/Photo0427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288618075130242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha guess what book this is :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DA932LaI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/BYvDFirOKBY/s1600-h/Photo0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DA932LaI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/BYvDFirOKBY/s320/Photo0423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288495517805986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted this book and Gaya mommy bought it for me :)) Gaya is sucha lovable mom :P. She really treats me like her own kid and she pampers me with love and gifts ... hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DAb9tD6I/AAAAAAAAJMI/CJbAKO66ytY/s1600-h/Photo0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DAb9tD6I/AAAAAAAAJMI/CJbAKO66ytY/s320/Photo0421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288486415568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she wrapped it up and passed it to me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C_rx42rI/AAAAAAAAJMA/5sdllR9c4rk/s1600-h/Photo0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C_rx42rI/AAAAAAAAJMA/5sdllR9c4rk/s320/Photo0413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288473481108146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the boys :- bhai, babom and naidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C83En5SI/AAAAAAAAJL4/QHKgXR0vZNw/s1600-h/Photo0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C83En5SI/AAAAAAAAJL4/QHKgXR0vZNw/s320/Photo0444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288424972870946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nitzy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C7OjHRuI/AAAAAAAAJLw/KxUxlVx8N2k/s1600-h/Photo0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_C7OjHRuI/AAAAAAAAJLw/KxUxlVx8N2k/s320/Photo0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449288396915033826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to act Jay Sean :P ( PS : all the pictures are up on FB . Too lazy to upload all of them here )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am sooooooo sad for Becks ! It pains me to see this .. and Becks, I know how painful it is when your dreams get shattered ............ I dislocated my knee 4 days before my Nationals .. don't worry man .. you will get stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgOemKqIzEE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgOemKqIzEE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE HER MAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's my personal fave in this whole comp ! She's freaking humble ! Compare her to our Singaporean artiste wannabes ! I am not talking about those with the real passion .. I am talking about the ones who take part in competition and think super highly of themselves and condemn others who can sing and take great pride in their stupid singing .. yucks , you disgust me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ns7PqoyhRaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ns7PqoyhRaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIYANKA , I love you babe ! Btw she sang my favourite stanza of that song :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;பகல் நேரம் கனாக்கள் கண்டேன்  உறங்காமலே&lt;br /&gt;உயிரெண்டு முறாய கண்டேன் நெருங்காமலே&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை என்றி எனக்கு ஏது எதிர்காலமே  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-3750073663764429629?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3750073663764429629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=3750073663764429629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/3750073663764429629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/3750073663764429629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5_DIGbyiYI/AAAAAAAAJMY/y8sPFe7zOcE/s72-c/Photo0427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-3995282300646280672</id><published>2010-03-10T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:43:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just have to post this man !! Its from the Nijangal Fan's FB and its about the Yamuna-Hari issue. My point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1551963896&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Loverablebabe Yogeshwari&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i would neva agree on yamuna's choice.... men r like that ... wad do we we women lack... jus get rid of hari and move on... so wad if she has a baby!!??? if she can manage have the baby if not abort it!! sometime emotionz cover the practical thinking...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Minnie Gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax tis is just a Drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="fb_dtsg" value="kQuMi" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="feedback_params" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;433885965106&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;10150133159960107&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;433885965106&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;100&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1551963896&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;bf4f5da7778beca4&amp;quot;}" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="656710746a59447f498439e7be697efc" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:09:20 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Uma Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b971fe695a377657fcba" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r only thinking for urself. Just imagine the reverse way, put Yamuna in Hari's Character and see wat is happening... Wat will u be your comment be wen she is begging Hari for a 2nd chance... The truth is not men r like that but now woman are also behaving like that so as a human we have to give a chance to both side... This is not only a drama to relax but its a life changing drama to think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vithiya Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="comment_text"&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b97220c2ccad721c70dc" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, its true that both the guys n the gals stray like this. Who should you blame it onto ? This one I leave to both of them .. their needs vs their wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't understand why whenever a lady gets pregnant, she has to go back to the husband. I know hubbys play a huge role in forming a stronger family nucleus but is it that EASY to forgive the mistake n live on ? It's not even a mistake to begin with. He continuously slept with her .. not by accident but by choice. He was in a conscious state to sleep with her but not think of the repercussion ? Is that fair for Yamuna ? A clear breach of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I strongly feel that as long as a lady is able to support herself, know what she's doing and know her caliber , she can raise the kid by herself. Woman who possess strong character and not seek this (baby issue) has a dumb excuse to patch back with the hubby can raise the kid by herself. Many single mothers have formed a strong foundation for their kids and the latter have been successful in life. Its bullshit when they say you need to consider your options when you're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes its a life changing drama but if we are going to continue to support our preconceived ideas and stay rooted to this idea then no dramas can change us nor our mindset. I guess its time we women realise our strong character and honour it and not put guys on pedestal just because they're guys ! A real man knows how to commit ! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-3995282300646280672?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3995282300646280672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=3995282300646280672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/3995282300646280672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/3995282300646280672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-have-to-post-this-man-its-from.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4062384773821578236</id><published>2010-03-10T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:16:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello bloggy ! Trust me guys , I know I've been neglecting my poor blog and I also know that I've got a gazillion photos to upload onto my blog too - well if you don't have me on your Facebook then too bad. All my pictures are up on my FB. So check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good news first - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I did well for my A' levels&lt;/span&gt; and I'm proud of myself. Well, I missed school for 2 months and I know I didn't study at all - it was pure last minute stuff. All my teachers and friends know this. And I wasn't expecting much and I was ready to enroll myself into SIM but then, I got the shock of my life of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See, I don't understand this - I did mug hard during the first attempt and my cert looked good except for the fact that I got a fucking 'U' for my Econs - and that was supposed to be my best subject. I was and still am angry with Cambridge - why ? - because I got a C for my Econs this time and that is  - without studying or , last minute of studying ! So I still don't understand how and why did I get a U then. Fucking misinterpreted ! Damn it ! You guys made me go through 1 year of depression !! Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And in this one year, alot changed. My dreams have changed .. and i'm feeling very confused as to what I want to do in life. Initially I wanted to take a degree in Political Science but now , I'm thinking of becoming a GP teacher and that is , to go back to MI and teach GP. So it might be NIE for me ... but I am still confused :P ... Whatever it is , I'm applying to all 3 Universities - NUS , NTU , SMU and SIM maybe ( I like the Banking and Finance course , there are many good prospects in the banking sector and I've a few good friends who are in that line and it's really good ... ) and 2 overseas universities. And once I get the courses , I am going to think through and decide. I am damn confused man ... You know I am even planning to sign on with the Army. I am very interested in their Air defence - the intelligence unit of course ! My cousin Neevan is the main reason behind this interest ! I've always considered becoming a CID with the SPF but SAF looks more satisfying. The only factor that is pulling me back is - family. I want to have a good family nucleus when I settle down and if I'm going to be in SAF, its going to tough for me and Kabi of course... Arrgghh stressed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Did I mention ? I got a D for my GP last year and Mdm M was really upset. She wanted me to at least end up with a B because I am her best student for GP and taking into consideration that I've got a huge penchant for going out of point for my essays , she expected me to end up with B and I got D. She blamed herself for my failure to attain B and she was very upset. BUT BUT BUT , this time of course Vithiya got a B for GP ! So I searched for her and went up to her and said " Mdm M , I've got something to show you and i hope you will be happy" and once she saw the B there , she was soooooooooo happy that she gave me a huge bear hug ! That so made my day man ! I am feeling proud of myself man ! And she mentioned " OMG , you totally MIA-ed from school and all the teachers were worried about you and you surprised us with a B ! Omg , Vitz I am so happy for you :)) " Haha and then all of a sudden Mrs Meyer came there and I was giving her this cheeky smile. Well she's my mentor by the way and she knows everything about me from A-Z and she went like "ya la , if you had gone for those GP lessons instead of MIA-ing, you would have gotten an A la" .. HAHA what the hell :P . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The tamil teacher - how can I forget them ?! When I MIA-ed , a certain tamil teacher was noted saying " Vithiya is too complacent, just cos she did well for Tamil Lit last year doesn't mean she will do well again what. She's going to drop big time this year". So of course once the results were out and I still sustained my grades with a B , the tamil teacher went like " ya la , if Vithiya had come for the lessons she would've gotten an A. But don't worry teachers, even if I tried my best , I will still get a B only. I don't have a strong grasp of tamil. I can only think in English and try my level best to translate it to tamil :P. I wish I was strong in tamil like Aravind but no , I am not Aravind , he's too good man ! So yes , I got B last year and I still got B this year :P . Haha .. A big slap on the face for that teacher of course. Some tamil teachers really make our lives hell man !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Either ways, I am HAPPY !! Haha . 2 months of not going to school + not attending any damn lessons + not sitting for any papers in MI (prelims 1 &amp;amp; 2 ) + last minute of studying , I am FINALLY going to a Uni ! How good can that get ? Of course , my haters must be feeling damn fucked up .. too bad. And please, try not to mess with those who have failed because when they come back , they come back &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STRONGER !&lt;/span&gt; Don't forget that. And at this juncture, I can laugh at those who laughed at me back then , but don't worry, I ain't that cheap. All the best with your future and a big adios to you . I had the last laugh baby :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And this wouldn't have happened without the support of all my loved ones - friends, parents, well-wishers, random people .. everyone who motivated me :) and a special shoutout to my pillar of support - Gaya. Anyways , I took this from Gaya's blog. Have a read , see how much she wanted me to excel :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Vitz did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yaaaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;anyways,im slow u noe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;when i saw her results i was just relieved....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;like phew!!...oh god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but i was kind of quiet for some time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;then like u noe...it started sinking in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;vitz has done it sia!!....1 year of pain,hurt,ppl's taunting,humiliation.....everything....she overcame all that shit....to prove every single one of them wrong.....all the times she cried....all her qns to god....everything....it was all just running on my head......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i was just staring at this human in admiration....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;n wad was she doing?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;bz reading newspaper....as if nth has happened.....as if the one year of nonsense didnt happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;she always does this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vitz,i am really really soooo happy for u sia.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i suck at showing emotions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe slow?...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but really.....im am just soooo sooooo happy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't even explain how happy i am dei...really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and im just tooo proud of u ....(another thing to brag abt :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u proved to soooo many of them out there.....like u promised u would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u dun make empty promises...u proved that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u've made it to the next level .....n i know u won't rest till u finish strong vitz!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll always be there by ur side,watching u shine....*my pinky promise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanna say sooooo much of stuff...but i can't find the words....dunno wad else to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Its not abt the distance or the pace gaya,.....its all abt finishing strong !...I'm gonna finish strong!" -Vitz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways check out my pictures now. Just some random ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPd5jLdbI/AAAAAAAAJLo/UWOVtHGagx4/s1600-h/Image2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPd5jLdbI/AAAAAAAAJLo/UWOVtHGagx4/s320/Image2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446839280666899890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kabi :)) Due to his stupid work, we haven't been meeting :( .. it's going to be almost a month since I last saw him .. and yes , its going to be our 7th month on thursday .. Haiz and I don't get to see him then too .. I think we need to migrate to Spain ! So that I can spend more time with him !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPdWjIo6I/AAAAAAAAJLg/sR8lF5DMBDo/s1600-h/Photo0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPdWjIo6I/AAAAAAAAJLg/sR8lF5DMBDo/s320/Photo0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446839271271474082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi - he can really make me so HAPPY !!!!!!!!!! He's sucha a cute baby !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPc1EcY5I/AAAAAAAAJLY/6IQWLEaiOKQ/s1600-h/Photo0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPc1EcY5I/AAAAAAAAJLY/6IQWLEaiOKQ/s320/Photo0404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446839262284374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture sooooooooooooooooo much !! Haha , omg !! Btw , we were watching a video clip on Selvi Yakkao's lappie.  And I carried him , OMG he's such a baby !!!!!!!! Muacks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPcTNlqiI/AAAAAAAAJLQ/NZhc0ndXLRk/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPcTNlqiI/AAAAAAAAJLQ/NZhc0ndXLRk/s320/Photo0386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446839253195926050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable ! He was playing with Selvi Akkaoz when I took this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOyF5-7OI/AAAAAAAAJLI/SE2T86zT9ZY/s1600-h/Photo0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOyF5-7OI/AAAAAAAAJLI/SE2T86zT9ZY/s320/Photo0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838528069528802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ishi, say AHHH &lt;br /&gt;Rishi : AHHHHH    Hehehe . Thats Vimzy and Rishi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOx-kjj2I/AAAAAAAAJLA/YMkbRjt2dF0/s1600-h/Photo0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOx-kjj2I/AAAAAAAAJLA/YMkbRjt2dF0/s320/Photo0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838526100606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimzy was doing sit-ups and Rishi saw that and tried to emulate him :P ... RISHI SOOOOO CUTE LAA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOxdWGoyI/AAAAAAAAJK4/1Y-0CYnz3CI/s1600-h/Photo0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOxdWGoyI/AAAAAAAAJK4/1Y-0CYnz3CI/s320/Photo0395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838517181621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi playing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOxA11u5I/AAAAAAAAJKw/FzU_CRwLr-4/s1600-h/Photo0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOxA11u5I/AAAAAAAAJKw/FzU_CRwLr-4/s320/Photo0398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838509530102674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya and I did this mohawk for him and he went " AHHH" while I took this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOw4_NTqI/AAAAAAAAJKo/vkepMobz05w/s1600-h/19341_298109936110_707326110_5130214_3773899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cOw4_NTqI/AAAAAAAAJKo/vkepMobz05w/s320/19341_298109936110_707326110_5130214_3773899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838507421912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's another baby I can't wait to carry la !! His name is Vicknesh and he's Gopi's cousin brother ! Cute isn't he ?? OMG babies are freaking freaking cute !! Haha !! OMG !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Imran Khan's Bewafa - he's cute and I LOVE this song man !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruswugl50SM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruswugl50SM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gal Sun Mere tu mutiyare,&lt;br /&gt;Ki samjhe apne aap nu?&lt;br /&gt;Mere vangaro tu Ki ki kardi,&lt;br /&gt;ae gal bus tu hi jandi,&lt;br /&gt;Menu sufayan pesh na kar,&lt;br /&gt;rab kolo thora jeha durr!!&lt;br /&gt;Sikh ja ke pyar karne de val,&lt;br /&gt;jhoote sang sade ik ik pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jado nere mere kol tu hove,&lt;br /&gt;yaadaan vichh door tu khove.&lt;br /&gt;Sanu sadni ae naa oda leke,&lt;br /&gt;tenu pende ode phuleke.&lt;br /&gt;Menu kuch kendi na hun lor,&lt;br /&gt;mera dil torke tu na hun tor,&lt;br /&gt;yaa  tere chaida na ho,&lt;br /&gt;saade pyar di nishaniyat tu mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere zindagi’ch kyu tu ayi?&lt;br /&gt;yaari kyu ni tu nibhayi?&lt;br /&gt;Kiti sadi naal bewafayi,&lt;br /&gt;sanu de kuriyee jawaab?&lt;br /&gt;dus de keri gul di,&lt;br /&gt;sanu deriyee sazaaaa??&lt;br /&gt;Rowe gi menu yaad karke,&lt;br /&gt;rowe gi menu yaad karke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tuu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well that highlighted verse means : Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be ; Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me. Man I like it soo much !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And if you want the whole translation , do let me know and i'll tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4062384773821578236?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4062384773821578236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4062384773821578236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4062384773821578236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4062384773821578236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-bloggy-trust-me-guys-i-know-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S5cPd5jLdbI/AAAAAAAAJLo/UWOVtHGagx4/s72-c/Image2109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-5873761918794474384</id><published>2010-02-12T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:40:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The 6th month anniversary went really super well and I'm quite lazy to upload the pictures instantly muahaha. Chill alright ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And I still say , there can only be one MUSE ! MUSE.MUSE.MUSE.MUSE !! I am so fucking MUSE-d !!. Omg !! I so regret not going for their concert and babom's rubbing it in because he went for their concert and got a good seat because he got their most expensive ticket !! *jealous*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thoughts of a dying atheist ( LIVE AB Brussels ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Gn00zrqyuk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Gn00zrqyuk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Omg ! I would have cried my heart out if I was there. Omg , excellent !! I really don't know how else to describe the feelings ... MUSE MUSE MUSE MUSE !!!!!!!!!! MUSE 4LIFE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Eerie whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; trapped beneath my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; won't let me sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I know you're in this room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I'm sure I heard you sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; floating in-between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; where our worlds collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; It scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and it scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yeaaaaa yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea o aaa oaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I know the moment's near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and there's nothing we can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; look through a faithless eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; are you afraid to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; It scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and it scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yeaaaaa yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea o aaa oaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; [Instrumental]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; It scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and it scares the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and the end is all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yeaaaaa yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; yea yea o aaa oaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-5873761918794474384?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5873761918794474384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=5873761918794474384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5873761918794474384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5873761918794474384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/02/6th-month-anniversary-went-really-super.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-8603805692599129355</id><published>2010-02-11T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:29:34.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey Romeo , Happy 6th !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S3MFtlwM5fI/AAAAAAAAJKg/31iA1bNst-Q/s1600-h/Image2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S3MFtlwM5fI/AAAAAAAAJKg/31iA1bNst-Q/s320/Image2533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436695455952856562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yes , it's our 6th month anniversary and I'm so happy. Well, we've been together for 1/2 a year now and to be frank, it's been the best ever 1/2 year for me. I'm glad I met my Romeo. I can't wait for tomorrow !! Yay !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your dream  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your wish  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your fantasy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your hope  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Be everything that you need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you more with every breath  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Truly madly deeply do..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will be strong I will be faithful  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Cos I'm counting on a new beginning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A reason for living.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A deeper meaning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to lay like this forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Until the sky falls down on me...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verse 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In the velvet sky,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll make a wish  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Send it to heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then make you want to cry..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The tears of joy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For all the pleasure and the certainty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That we're surrounded  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;By the comfort and protection of..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The highest power.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In lonely hours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The tears devour you..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I want to lay like this forever,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Until the sky falls down on me...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh can't you see it baby?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You don't have to close your eyes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Cos it's standing right before you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All that you need will surely come...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your dream  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your wish  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your fantasy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your hope  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll be your love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Be everything that you need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll love you more with every breath  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Truly madly deeply do...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I love you baby :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh yes, allow me to share this particular joke with all of you'll. During dance on Saturday, I had this very mischievous idea and obviously, i acted upon it too. I told my dance mates " guys, hmm just to let you'll know, Kabi and I are going to get engaged by the end of this year". HAHA and everyone got so happy and shocked at the same time. Lavan almost jumped with joy. Haha so cute. Oh well, don't worry.. it won't come anytime soon. Still long way to go la. I know my friends are all getting engaged and married but hey, I prefer a late marriage (not really actually, infact I can't wait to be married but well, career comes first for me) .  I'll countdown to that big day though :P. Haha ok , I'm super love-struck .. so please pardon me .. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-8603805692599129355?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8603805692599129355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=8603805692599129355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8603805692599129355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/8603805692599129355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-romeo-happy-6th-yes-its-our-6th.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S3MFtlwM5fI/AAAAAAAAJKg/31iA1bNst-Q/s72-c/Image2533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-251838493502348828</id><published>2010-02-07T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:40:11.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Holla bloggy !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My Sunday started at 230pm. Gopi woke me up from my deep slumber. Yes, I know.. but I only slept at 5am. Anyways, Invictus is really inspiring. I love it and I think Morgan Freeman And Matt Damon do deserve the the accolades and recognition. Wooohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Since my Sunday started so late, my dad was scolding me for washing the laundry so late into the day and for all those tasks that were left undone. I hate it when people ruin my Sunday. Just this month or towards the end of last month, someone badly ruined my Sunday and I totally hated it. If you know me well, just stay away from even staging a plan to ruin my Sunday. I have a low threshold for tolerance on a chill-out Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And yes, I can't help but channel my attention to this particular thing that has been going around for a couple of days. I really don't understand what the hell is your problem. Why aren't you seriously considering to find a closure for those things that happened in your past ? Why are you making YOUR problem into other people's problem ? Do you even realise that you are losing so many things just because of your decision to NOT stop brooding over the past ? Why why why ?. Honestly I am so sick and tired of seeing you go back to square one. 3/4 of the people around me aren't buying your story and believe that there's something more than just that. Well, I am convincing myself to buy your story. I hope you didn't lie to me and I really hope that your current mode or thoughts didn't bring about that decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I really don't like it when people throw their tantrum onto me. I'm not your punching bag to withstand it all. I don't owe you a living. And I frankly don't appreciate people being rude to me. Now I really understand what they meant. Thank God, I realised it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, to my other fellow readers, check this out. The lyrics are awesome and I love it. The absolute truth. Listen to it peeps and reflect !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kris Allen - live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we're hiding behind skin that's too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; how come we don't say I love you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; till it's to late, it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we could make a feast from these crumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; so if your life flashed before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; what would you wish you would've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Yeah... gotta start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; We only got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; 86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; And if your plane fell out of the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; who would you call with your last goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; should be so careful who we live out our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; so when we long for absolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; there'll no one on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Yeah... gotta start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We only got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; 86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; We only got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live -- like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; We never know a good thing till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; you never see a crash until it's head on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; all those people right when we're dead wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; you never know a good thing till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Yeah... gotta start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; this is all we got and we gotta start livin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; every second counts on a clock that's tickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; We only got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; 86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Like we're dying oh -- like we're dying [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; We only got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; 86 400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; [Fade out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-251838493502348828?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/251838493502348828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=251838493502348828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/251838493502348828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/251838493502348828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/02/holla-bloggy-my-sunday-started-at-230pm.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-6334743055369487957</id><published>2010-02-06T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:25:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello blog. I'm acquiring more lazy bones nowadays. Gosh, I so need to pump up some adrenaline to get my system running. Anyways , I'm currently One Republic-ed. I am head over heels with 'all the right moves'. Wooohoo. Its the bomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways I've got something interesting. Its just oh-so-beautiful !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Invictus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Finds and shall find me unafraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the master of my fate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the captain of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Muse - Muscle Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGYyQCPPi9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGYyQCPPi9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She had something to confess to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; But you don’t have the time so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; You will wait until it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; To reveal what you’d never shown her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Too little much too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Too long trying to resist it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; You’ve just gone and missed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; It's escaped your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Can you see that I am needing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Begging for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Than you could ever give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; And I don’t want you to adore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Don’t want you to ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; When it pleases you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; And I’ll do it on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I have played in every toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; But you still want to spoil it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; To prove I’ve made a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Too long trying to resist it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; You’ve just gone and missed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; It's escaped your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Can you see that I am needing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Begging for so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Than you could ever give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; And I don’t want you to adore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Don’t want you to ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; When it pleases you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; And I’ll do it on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I’ll do it on my own  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, on a final note :- I'm pretty disappointed but I've grown over these years and I've tuned myself to adjust to those changes as soon as they come by. So if you think I'm going to crumple, let me assure you, I won't. The stars are watching out and I know they will answer those unanswered questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ok , Valentine's day is around the corner and I'm very excited for our Valentine's day celebration. We'll be celebrating our 6th month anniversary and V.day together. What can I say, love is in the air and I'm getting too love-struck, thanks to Kabi-'romantic'-Lan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;L.O.V.E is A.D.D.I.C.T.I.V.E ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-6334743055369487957?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6334743055369487957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=6334743055369487957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6334743055369487957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/6334743055369487957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4875299449584206534</id><published>2010-01-15T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:31:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello bloggy . I feel alot lazier these days . I am yet to blog about my amazing birthday celebration and all . Well , hang in there . I'll be posting about it soon . Real soon :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And finally , I managed to watch Vettaikaran . I've got certain points to talk about .. so please hang in there :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S1Aiwq4RcaI/AAAAAAAAJKY/vcghERPH4BY/s1600-h/vettai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S1Aiwq4RcaI/AAAAAAAAJKY/vcghERPH4BY/s320/vettai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426875770520826274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Firstly , I am extremely disappointed with the storyline . But contrary to my disappointment , the film's declared to be a mega hit . I really don't know what to say .. but I'm very disappointed with my favourite actor's choice of movies and etc .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positive points &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well lets look at the positive side of Vettaikaran . I really think all the songs in this movie are super good . My personal favourite is 'Karigalan' . I love the lyrics and both Krish's and Suchitra's voices in 'Oru Chinna Thamarai' song . And I personally think the beats in 'Puli Urumudthu' is amazing . It's such a dance-able song ! Woohooo :P . I am sooooo surprised with Vijay Anthony's composition . I only know that he is well versed at giving catchy compositions but in this movie , he proved to really versatile - showing a diversification of his ranges of compositions ( remember , it's not just the diversification of compositions here , but it's the diversification of the ranges of the compositions ) . Kudos dude ! . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its pretty obvious that Vijay really sweat is all-out for this movie . You can literally see his hardwork in this movie . He must really be damn upset with the turn out of Villu but I'm glad that he managed to comeback stronger . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like one of the idea that they brought into the movie - to self-finance your own education . Well , I appreciate such a mature thought . Vijay kind of mentioned that it's not wrong to work and study at the same time . Cool ! I am also glad that he decided to take after his idol and follow his footsteps . I mean having a positive idol propels one to success . Good one there !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vijay and Anushka's dance movements are really good . She can really complement him well . Vijay once again proved that he's an amazing dancer . Woohoo !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad points &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am freaking disappointed with the movie ! Really really disappointed . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1) I feel that this movie was loosely based on 'Sathyam' -  for idolising a Police officer and wanting to follow his footsteps and the same police officer going MIA when something bad crops up , 'Thirupachi' - for the whole of "come-to-Chennai-and-you-will-be-shocked-with-its-atrocities" concept , and ' Bagavathi' - for choosing to go the wrong way and by changing himself for this decision and staying away from the gf . I am really sick of watching movies that ALWAYS have the same concept playing on the repeat mode ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2) Anushka's a very good actoress . I really respected her for her role in Arundhati . It's not easy to portray the character of 'Jakkamma' . But she did it and the best thing is , she is such a bubbly girl who loves to play around at the film sets and yet she could tone her state down and portray such a serious and strong role ! Hats off to her ! . And the saddest part is , they didn't make use of her talent in this movie . In all Vijay movies , he gets the limelight . The heroines are generally those girls who fell in love with him , dance with him for some songs and then disappear for the rest of the movies or at times , try to persuade him to drop all the violence and then they will disappear and then they will come back in the final scene to bid farewell to the audience alongside the Vijay . Seriously !! What the hell is this . Can we see a different storyline ? Like you know , a strong hero and heroine role in a Vijay film ? Something like "Thulladha Manamum Thullum" story ? Like where both Vijay and Simran had the chance to show off their talent and at the end of the movie , you will be left wondering as to who outrun the other ! Stop using the heroines just for the sake of glamour ! Ridiculous girls like Namitha should be used to portray such glamour roles - not the strong actoresses . It's such a pity when your talent doesn't get portrayed ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Vijay looks the same in all his movies - ever since Ghilli . I mean , in order to do certain roles , you need to change your looks and this is the toughest part in acting . For instance , Surya acted as an handicap , psycho , someone with a memory loss , as a teenager and etc etc ( the list goes on ) . You know , when you do such roles with a different get-up , it brings about a refreshing change in the actor . Change is the only constant thing in today's world ! Agree ? . Then why isn't change being brought into tamil films ? . Like I've mentioned , its not easy to change your get-up and act and besides that , you have to evolve into that character and be like that character till your entire shooting completes . It's definitely not an easy task to evolve into another character and live as that character for months till the shooting ends . For example , "do you think Kamalhassan put the make-up required to be a Japanese dude in "Dasaavataaram" within a few hours , spoke in Japanese and played the character within an instant and got it over and done with ? Obviously NOT !! Nothing can be achieved overnight ! It's a gradual hardwork - requiring research , portrayal , trying to act out bits of it infront of a mirror , getting praises and criticism . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now ask this question : Have we ever seen our Vijay as a blind man ? , handicap ? , retarded ? , as an italian dude ? . All we know off is , people celebrating his heroism in the film , he beating up the hooligans , his anger and etc etc . I am really tired of this ! I don't want my favourite actor to be seen as someone who is known for heroism only ! We people remember Kamal for his acting and Rajini for his style . Ultimately , it's acting prowess that makes us wanna watch a film not style or heroism . I mean if the latter was the deciding factor then why was "Baba" , "Villu" , "ATM" declared a failure ? . Vijay really wants to show his best and it's such a pity when they use his hardwork to promote his own heroism . I really wish Vijay can shred that heroism and act ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4) Vijay's ambition was to become a Police officer in this film and at the end of the film , he becomes a thug - someone who uses violence to correct/amend the atrocities in the country . You know , this is also known as terrorism . You instigate terror in people . Veerappan was known to do "good" for people , Tamil Tigers were known to do "good" for people and yet they were labelled as Terrorist because they used violence . I mean , why did they break his ambition in this film ? . Then think about how his parents would feel and etc ? . He didn't have the need to study if he were to become a thug ! . Alternatively , they should have brought a better idea into the movie . If a goon can join politics and become a minister overnight , then what about the educated Vijay ? . You can STILL do good without the need to resort to violence . This idea was brought into 2 good movies - 'Muthalvan' and "Aayutha Ezhuthu" ( yes there were some violence but was it the crux of the whole story ? ) . I really think , such Vijay movies are giving alot of people the wrong idea . More and more youths will stop thinking and continue to use violence to achieve their needs instead of using their red-hot determination to do good for the whole country by joining politics and etc . Well maybe , no wonder why we have all the oldies taking charge of the political arena of I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ndia . Haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5) And I'm really tired of watching "omg , Madras/Chennai is such a bad place that is filled with rowdies/thugs/hooligans and yada yada " . It really brings a shame to the place itself . I mean we all have been to Chennai before and do we like see all this things happening there ? I mean of course they do exist but c'mon , why keep brooding about the whole idea over and over again ? . And even the police are not capable to correct the wrongdoings and we need our hero to SINGLE-HANDEDLY correct the wrongdoings ? Are they looking down on their police then ? Or are they trying to show corruption very subtle-ly ? . I really don't know . But I'm personally tired !! . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6) I think the ONLY reason why the movie was such a hit is because of the good songs , good beats and the existence of media - Sun Pictures . In case you people don't know anything about Sun Pictures , let me give a brief . It's own by Kalanithi Maran . They were just production company that used to promote channels and they managed to break into the film industry . For example , Sun Pictures buys the distribution rights of a film ( usually go for films that have famous heros/heroines to boost the revenue that would come in ) and Sun Pictures then would use its extensive publicity tools to advertise the films . They kind of use "persuasive" advertising than using "informative" advertising . And we ALL know the majestic power of advertising . So yes . And the most interesting thing is , all the movies that were advertised under this banner had been hit films . And guys , Kalanithi Maran was even named as " Television King of Southern India by Forbes !! and Sun TV itself was listed on the Bombay Stock Exchange . Hmm and yes , he used to be India's 20th richest person ... I think this is certainly a very good business . As long as people keep producing such movies and promote heroism , you get to earn money !! . Sounds good ?? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7) When is tamil cinema see movies with good concepts - like these good hindi films :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1)3 Idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2) Taare Zameen Par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Rang De Basanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4) Mangal Pandey : The rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5) Chak De! India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6) Jodhaa Akbar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7) Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8) Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9) Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10) Dostana ........ etc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/12214854-4875299449584206534?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4875299449584206534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4875299449584206534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4875299449584206534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4875299449584206534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/S1Aiwq4RcaI/AAAAAAAAJKY/vcghERPH4BY/s72-c/vettai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-5816313985514890108</id><published>2010-01-05T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:46:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hello bloggy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Actually , I'm loving my life alot now . Apart from the stress that I attain from looking high and low for a job , life's good . Since I'm banned from exercising due to the blood blister on my toenail , I've been spending my free time with much quality . For a good start , I'm back with one of my most favourite hobbies - reading ! . I should thank Mr Kabi-o for it of course . Well , please wait before you guys jump into any conclusions . Kabi-o hates reading . Haha . Well he brought me for the Sherlock Holmes movie and that propelled me to touch my books again . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've always been a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan . I love reading stories about him and he instigated my love to become a detective when I grow up . Trust me peeps , I would always make my own deductions , analysis and all whenever I read good books . You guys should check out my "Angels and Demons " , "Da Vinci Code" , "Tuesdays with Morrie" and etc - they'll be extremely dirty and messy with post-its , highlights and loads of foolscap papers stuck in between the pages . Anyways , let me continue my rant before I go off the tangent . I didn't really enjoy Sherlock Holmes movie . They changed Holmes' character . He's nothing like how they portrayed him in the movie and obviously , being an ardent lover of Holmes' , I got frustrated . But the only 2 consolations were - 1) Jude Law was acting and 2) HANS ZIMMER's composition !! . Oh my crazy hell !!! He's excellent ! He's soooooooooooo good ! I loved each and every composition in that movie ! I'm soo going to purchase the movie's soundtrack ! It's simply freaking good ! . Perhaps , I should add - I'm a huge fan of Hans Zimmer ! . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I've been watching a plethora of different films and obviously , all are hindi flicks . No offence , but in case my readers didn't know , I have special preference for hindi films . They're my priority , followed by English films , Tamil , Thai , Japanese/Korean and Local films . And I was watching Dil Bole Hadippa and the dvd had to be spoilt . Grrrr . I was furious . I asked the aunty for a brand new dvd ( for rental ) and she told me she only had 1 of that . So she asked me to exchange it for another film . I decided to watch "Fashion" . It was a movie by Madur Bhandarkar . He's so well known for coming up with excellent concepts , realistic films and etc . He also has a penchant for putting up female artiste as the main protagonist in his films ! It's such a refreshing unique exploration that he has made in his films . And of course , he's a National Award winner ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fashion - Part 1 . Click on this and watch the entire flick :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fD56lHeiiCA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fD56lHeiiCA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well , fashion explores a very interesting concept known as "casting couch" . Well it technically means that you sell your body to gain entry into the job of your choice - most of the time - the cinema , music , modelling industries . The main protagonist - Meghna Mathur ( played by Priyanka Chopra ) aspires to become a supermodel and she leaves her hometown to become a supermodel . She has a gay bestfriend who's an assistant to a top designer . She went to Mumbai to become a model based on his advice . Her journey to become a model was fraught with obstacles . Eventually she'll become an ordinary model and that's when she realises that in order to be a supermodel , she need to be the showstopper for the fashion show and during her stint as an ordinary model , Shonali Gujral was the showstopper and she was a pretty arrogant woman who smoked , got herself drunk and abused drugs . Soon after , Meghna becomes the new face of a major modelling agency and she becomes a supermodel . She was becoming more and more famous each day . Her newfound fame gave her an air of complacency and arrogance and her rise to fame also affected her relationship and she broke up with her boyfriend and continued modelling . Shonali Gujral was kicked out of being the supermodel and Meghna replaced her . Shonali became an heavy drunkard and was heavily addicted to drugs . Shonali was on a downward spiral towards her own demolition . Meghna also started an affair with her boss and was growing arrogant . Soon she became pregnant and was kicked out my the modelling agency and her boss asked her to go for an abortion because according to the contract that she signed , she is not allowed to be pregnant . Well , apparently , the unwritten rule is - her boss is allowed to sleep with her and yet , she cannot threaten him with it nor become pregnant . She was depressed and she lost her status as a supermodel due to her arrogance and complacency . She was heavily addicted to alcohol and abused drugs and was literally destroying herself and her image . Then one fine day , she had too much of drugs and she clubbed her night away at a club and ended up being on bed with a black man . She was knocked off her senses due to her intoxication and it happened . Soon she lost all her desire to be a model and her self confidence reached its nadir and she flew back to her hometown . She was in exile for 1 year and her dad 0 who was against modelling , motivated her to go back to modelling and encouraged and gave her confidence to do well . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She went back to being a supermodel and it was a herculean task for her and most of them who were acquainted with her arrogance gave her the boot and she was struggling to make it big . She managed to become an ordinary model and during her walk down the ramp , she froze on stage because of her own fear of the past . And soon after , she gets to know that Shonali Gujral is now a depressed alcoholic and drug addict and has become a destitute . She decided to revamp Shonali's life and brought her home . Soon after , Meghna gets an opportunity to become the showstopper for a fashion show and Shonali was Meghna's pillar of support . Then one day , Shonali goes missing and it was Meghna's big day . Before she took the ramp , she gets to know Shonali was found dead on the streets due to drug overdose . This terribly affected Meghna and she couldn't walk the ramp . Her phobia of her past kicked in and she froze on stage . Somehow , she plucked up the courage and made that walk down the ramp . She dedicated her comeback to Shonali's support and she gets selected to be a model in Paris . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I like this story because , Madhur managed to highlight the dark side of fashion so aptly . When you watch the movie , you will understand why most of the famous artiste in the world are addicted to drinks , cigarettes and drugs . And the practice of casting couch still exist ! . It's such a pity because artiste are not as innocent , good and etc as how their characters portray them as . And it's very depressing to know that your idol may turn out to be a consensual victim of casting couch . I like the hard-smacking reality that Madhur introduced in this film . And now , I'm all equipped to watch his next film - "Jail" which will highlight the jail conditions in India . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The 2nd movie that I watched was "Wake up Sid" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5_VCtaC6J0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5_VCtaC6J0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I think this is a cute and romantic hindi flick . It shows how an immatured , carefree college student comes of age . I was really smiling from ear to ear when I was watching this flick . I like this movie man . It is has alot of happy stuff inside . Haha :P . Please do watch it too peeps .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-5816313985514890108?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5816313985514890108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=5816313985514890108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5816313985514890108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/5816313985514890108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-bloggy-actually-im-loving-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-4929339616230636813</id><published>2010-01-02T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:42:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways I realised that I didn't end my "Year-end" blog post but then again , its ok . It's over . WELCOME  2010 !!!!!!! . I was out with Kabi-O earlier on . What a great start of an awesome year ?! . My new year was FANTABULOUS again . Spending time with the boyfriend was too good :P . Kabi-O and I met Keerr and Vinot too . New Year was fantastic ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAREBEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways , I am sad now . Well , incase my readers don't know this , I am super super attracted to the LOVE ALOT CAREBEAR ! . It's red in colour and it's super super cute . Actually I was sooo into the bed time carebear - the blue one but I think the LOVE ALOT CAREBEAR IS FREAKING CUTEEEEEEE . I already have Amigo carebear ( orange ) and bedtime carebear . Now I am yearning to have the LOVE ALOT CAREBEAR - I want the HUGE ONE ! . While Kabi and I was out , I saw a very HUGE love alot carebear and I was soo excited and I told him " OMG KABI ! LOOK AT THE CAREBEAR " and he instantly grabbed me away from the shop and dragged me all the way to the escalator . Honestly , I would've cried ! I LOVE CAREBEAR !! I am sooooooooooo going to buy that baby home !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/Sz5Nvi861MI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/TmjzZTg0F20/s1600-h/carebear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/Sz5Nvi861MI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/TmjzZTg0F20/s320/carebear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421856480632165570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG ! Isn't he/she SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE ?! I WANT ONE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214854-4929339616230636813?l=crazyvitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4929339616230636813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214854&amp;postID=4929339616230636813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4929339616230636813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214854/posts/default/4929339616230636813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyvitz.blogspot.com/2010/01/h-e-l-l-o-2-0-1-0-anyways-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>vitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00461186215922905390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/Sz5Nvi861MI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/TmjzZTg0F20/s72-c/carebear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214854.post-1136661803175334600</id><published>2009-12-30T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:19:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Warning - It's going to be a long entry . It's my year-end post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Personal Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/Szo2idWGhTI/AAAAAAAAJKA/WhxtzBIi9jM/s1600-h/spider-man-3-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9e-bxkEzHbw/Szo2idWGhTI/AAAAAAAAJKA/WhxtzBIi9jM/s320/spider-man-3-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420705067114595634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes , this picture is from Spiderman 3 . I couldn't find a better picture to depict the personal battle that I faced this year . I've always managed to be victorious in every personal battle but for the first time in my 22 years of life , I succumbed to greater temptations and self-pity . I'm really embarrassed to admit this but I have to .&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie , an extraterrestrial symbiote crashes to Earth and bonds with Peter Parker and manages to influence his behaviour for the worse of course . But in my life , there's no extraterrestrial interference but I may have to account for some kind of intervention for the dilemma that I was pushed into . Yes - My A level results . Well , it was almost a guaranteed path for University for me and until now I really don't know howcome I failed my best subject because I've never failed it before and it's my best subject . The shock was too much for me to take and the shock eventually manifested into anger , frustration , pressures , humiliation , tears , pain , heartache and it turned me into a rebel . Yes , I became rebellious . I spent my days smoking , drinking , hanging out without a sense of purpose in my head , skipping school , not going to school for 2 freaking months , I lived like a hermit - just in my own shell . I simply had no end in mind . I was going wasted . This i know . Too many people started to advice me and motivated me to get back on track but I was not prepared to . I felt there was no purpose in life . I was simply trying to waste the day away . I wasn't even studying . I know ! I myself decided to re-take my A levels . Well all I can say here is - my motivation died as I met a myriad of setbacks - people who were supposed to be there wasn't there and they were the ones who broke my heart . I heard too many negative things . One individual even raised a negative comment and now he got kicked out of school . If I wanted , I could've humiliated him but I'm not him . I know the pain .&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short , I was complete a different person . I was mentally and physically weak . I was so lazy that I stopped exercising and only ate and chilled out infront of my computer 24/7 and wasted my days away ( when I wasn't involving myself into those vices ) . A strange dark , mysterious entity somehow tapped onto the negative energy surrounding me and managed to bond with my systems and it caused an uproar of inner turmoil . I was not the strong person that I was . It was supposedly a closed chapter . I was gone with the wind . Just gone ...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day , something told me that I had to put a fullstop to it . Really . I know it sounds so cliche but trust me , something woke me up from the momentary negative-stupor and told me to give it my best shot . But I was really weak . I had to strengthen my body and mind . So I did what have always managed to strengthen me to the max - running . Yes , there were days when I ran like a mad fuck all around my neighbourhood - panting like a dog that simply overworked itself . It wasn't easy but my journey to strengthen myself was one of the most brutal , torturous journey that I've ever been through . There were times when my temper would just go off like that in a jiffy and I would end up punching the walls to vent my frustrations . There were too many days when I went to bed with swollen knuckles and a tear-streaked face hoping for death .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , it wasn't easy for me . But I know running strengthened me - in EVERY ways . I know I didn't give my best shot and everything was last minute work but as the saying goes " finishing strong " . It may not be the best but I know I finished strong . I know I went far far far away from God but I've found the greater strength now and I'm coming back . Thanks for being tolerant with me God .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now , I really want to take this opportunity to thank EVERYONE who motivated me :- to my bestfriends , close friends , brothers , sisters , ex-close friends , teachers , mentors , actors , wise men , wise women , anonymous friends , long lost friends , my loved ones ... EVERYONE who motivated me in a way or so . Thank you guys , without your support , I am nothing . I really want to thank God , my running shoes , my running route , the people I meet while I run , Bon Jovi and random Youtube videos and a special mention to my teacher - Mr Thomas Tan - without him , adjusting to life would have been a bitter pill to swallow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIPS ( the release of the 3 names - for which people were 'eagerly' waiting to read )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Dickhead ( I'm sure people will know who you are as the read this entry )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Dickhead and I have been bestfriends for 12 years . It was the most horrible 12 years I ever had . I wish I had invested that amount time on someone else . Well , because of this 12 years , Dickhead backstabbed me 5 times . And just so you know , I am calling you Dickhead because , you seriously lack a dick and your face reminds me of a dick .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lets travel back and see when were those 5 times . The first time in Sec 4 when I was an arts student . I was a super-laid back student who never did her homework and as a result when the whole of the art class were done with our canvas preparation , I was stuck to complete within that day . So my art teacher gave me the key to the art room and told me to be careful . My friends came to spend time with me till I finished my canvas . Dickhead and 2 others played with the colours in the art room and one of them accidentally splashed the colours onto a friend's canvas . My art teacher got to know and she blasted me like crazy . I was crying by then because she threatened to not submit my artwork for my N levels exam . So I told her the truth . She asked me to bring the 3 of them to her and I told them to come . Dickhead immediately scolded me asking me why I had to GET HIM into trouble - why not the other 2 . I blasted him off saying it's my academia that was in the line and I'm not going to take up the blame . And Dickhead turned everyone against me and the 2 of them were saying they won't come . They told my art teacher secretly that I did it all by myself and I was forcing them to admit the mistake . But thank God my art teacher still sent in my artwork for N levels artwork submission . But she had this biasness against me till I left Swiss Cottage . What did I do after that ? . Dickhead and the 2 of them said sorry to me and I forgive them . Haha . Yes .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The 2nd time was during the O level period . I did very very well for my O level prelims . Dickhead wanted to experience being in the cooler side - well I was mostly in the limelight . I was in the sports team , good runner in Swiss , everyone knew me and I had MANY MANY friends . Dickhead was living in my shadow ( thats what he claimed ) . So Dickhead was trying his level best to be accepted by the other clique which he thought was cooler since you would have more friends . And one of them called Sha actually lied about me to Dickhead . Once upon a time , Dickhead was known as Gay in my school and everyone hated him because they thought he was a sissy . And Sha actually told my tuition friends that there was a gay in his class and he was a sissy and etc etc . I stood up for Dickhead and scolded Sha infront of my tuition friends . I didn't tell Dickhead about it because I didn't want him to feel offended or upset . So Sha actually twisted the story and told Dickhead that I told that to my tuition friends and Dickhead was so against me . He would hurt me in every possible way . When I wasn't in school , he didn't collect my stuff for me . He never called me when we had group study and etc etc . I was so upset because I didn't know what was happening and I was too confused and hurt . Somehow the O levels got over and all . During our Graduation , Dickhead and Co was kinda left alone and then Dickhead came and spoke to me and said sorry . I forgive him instantly because I wanted the 4 of us to be intact . Then right on that day , Sha also apologised . The best thing was , this guy who used to like me was from the same tuition class as me and Sha and he told Dickhead everything and Dickhead felt embarrassed with himself and he promised to be a better person .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The 3rd time is when I told you something about my family and you told someone whom you were not supposed to tell to . Dickhead , do you realise that I know alot about your family's secrets , past and etc ? . I never mentioned it to anyone TILL now . Too much of things and if I were to open my mouth right now , your family will be spitting on your face ! .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;One fine day , Dickhead , his cousin - lets name him J and I were out . The previous day , Dickhead was bitching about this friend of mine called Z . I was too confused with whatever he was saying . He told me that he thinks Z is not a virgin , she sleeps around with many people because his cousins told him so . He told me Z is an embarrassment to our clique and etc etc . When we were out , the topic somehow came up and I was talking to Dickhead that we cannot believe Z was like this based on whatever he heard and thought . But Dickhead was too adamant about his beliefs and conclusion . Since I didn't want to speak about the whole issue infront of J , I told him to stop . J not knowing all this decided to backstab ME in particular and told Z . Then J told Dickhead he told Z and Dickhead told me . I got J to call me while Dickhead and I were on the line . Dickhead was tooo petrified about being caught by Z . So he smsed me to do something about it . So I told J to twist the story abit to make it look like neither Dickhead nor I was in the wrong . But unknown to us , Z was secretly on the line . Somehow Z thought I was in the wrong and Dickhead secretly plotted a confrontation . He joined forces with many of them and asked them to confront me .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I suspected that there was going to be a confrontation and so I smsed him . He smsed me back "whatever it is , please admit whatever you have done and all if for the best " . I was quite irritated with his sms . Then when the confrontation started , people were questioning me and I was really confused because whatever I was being accused for was not what I ever said . It was whatever Dickhead had said to me . That's when I realised that Dickhead backstabbed me .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The highlight was , my cousin was accusing me of something really horrible . I was asking her to listen to me because she was going overbroad with her accusations . Because I didn't even say whatever she was accusing me for . That's when I realised that " he twisted the story " . Thank God , 3 important people stood by my side and were there for me . I was really affected by it because it was my Mom's birthday on that day and somehow she got pulled into this matter . My family got pulled into this matter . Dickhead simply saved his ass and made himself look like the one in the right . I was feeling soo fucked up that my mom cried because of me - even though I had no role in it . It was the most fucked up day for me .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This guy called Sri asked me why didn't I punch Dickhead because if Dickhead did the same to Sri , he wouldn't killed him . I had no answer for this . Alot of people younger than Dickhead advised him and told him off that he was in the wrong and Dickhead simply had no answer to tell them back . I was honestly on the extreme verge of slapping Dickhead . That's the day the inner animal in me took me over . I almost reached the limit of my extreme anger . Yes .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What would any sane human being do when their most TRUSTED bestfriend betrays them and backstabs them and creates problems between their family ? Stop talking to him and etc ? . I on the other hand forgave Dickhead because when I went to meet him to ask him why he did that , he held my hands and burst out crying ! . And yes , I forgave him . And he promised me to be a better person . I forgave you and I saved your name but till now , I remind as the black sheep in my family . Things are never that easy . Some things can never be forgotten . You are so happy there having a nice family gathering and etc , what about me ? . I am not as happy as you are now especially when you did the mistake all along dude . And yes , when we had casual talk about this back then , you told me that you asked J " why didn't you at least tell ME that Z was on the line ? I would've been caution " . Selfish or not ? You decide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The 4th time was when I had a huge conflict with one of my friends . Dickhead was called upon . My friend called P told Dickhead what he felt and etc etc . He thought Dickhead will put things in a better way for me and let me understand from his point of view . After that , Dickhead and I met . Dickhead told me that P and S hates me so much , they think that I am an embarrassment to them because of the relationship I had with my ex , that I am an abnormal person and that they lost respect in me and etc . So what would any sane person do at this point in time ? yes , I got angry and I blasted P and S and completely moved away from them . Then another issue took place and I wanted to call P and S and scold them . Before I did , Dickhead told me " Vitz , I need to admit something to you . When you were with your ex , I bitched about you to P and S because they asked me to . I'm sure they are going to bring this up when you speak to them later . Please forgive me and don't trust whatever story they were going to spin about me " . Yes , true enough , P and S told me so much about Dickhead - how he was laughing and mocking me behind my back for the relationship I had with my ex and etc . Alot .... it was very painful to listen to all this and when I asked Dickhead about it , he said "sorry , my situation was such " . And I called him my bestfriend ? . OK nevermind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The last one was when Dickhead was telling stuff to person M . He told M that he was going to stop this friendship with me because he felt I was treating him like a dog for the past 12 years and etc . Well I hope my readers can see who was treated like a dog here . One thing which Dickhead specialises is in trying to manipulate and convince people that he is in the right . He told M that he was going to India to further his studies and would stop calling me , emailing me and etc . He even told M that he was going to tell me off at the airport when I come to send him off .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M told me that she has something to tell me and since I was not happy with M myself , I was not keen to and I complained to Dickhead . He instantly got petrified and started calling M and warned her not to tell me anything . Dickhead even went far and told me , M would do anything and everything to break us up . And my soulmate G begged me to not sms Dickhead till M spoke to me . I did as that . M told me everything . It was the right time because I was already planning to dump Dickhead in a week to come because I was giving alot of thought to all his backstabbings and I used this "going to India for his studies " as a right opportunity to move away from him .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I planned with M to confront Dickhead and Dickhead kept calling me to know what happened with the talk with M and I lied to him . I arranged for a good day to confront him and when I confronted him with M and A there , he admitted for the first time in his life that " I admit , I never had the guts to admit all this because I am a sissy . Like what you mentioned in your letter Vitz , I am a ball-less fucker " . This was the best moment of my life . Because I didn't accuse him , he admitted ! . Then he MIA-ed . I sent him an email telling him that I was pretty disappointed with him and etc . I also told him , so what is the next step - because Dickhead was very hurt . And guess what Dickhead's reply was :- " I think we should stop this friendship because we are total opposites . And if I were to see you outside , I would still talk to you " . Mr Dickhead , how thick can you get ? . Didn't the tiny winny bit of moral fabric in you force you to admit your mistakes and ask for an apology ? . Well , I'm sorry , if you really had moral fabrics in you , you wouldn't have done this much . And you call yourself a christian ? A staunch one somemore , someone who remembers the whole bible in and out ? . You may have remembered and memorised it but did you understand the whole meaning behind those holy words ?? . If you were to say you do , SHAME ON YOU ASSHOLE and please don't embarrass other christians out there .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Other "beautiful things Dickhead did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1) I threatened him during the 5th confrontation that I was going to tell his parents about his clubbing adventures , smoking , drinking, lying to his parents and all . So what did he do ? - He told his parents that I forced him to do all this . That he was as innocent as a baby and I was the culprit behind everything and of course , his parents believed him . He knew that I would one day tell his parents and so as to save his ass , he framed me up .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) This was somebody's facebook shoutout ; "My favourite quotation: " I can't sit on my butt and watch my sista being bullied"... This is a famous quote by an oli oli artiste which brings back satirical memories..beauty world beauty world oh my Beauty world!!! " . Person S wrote this in his facebook . I can clearly understand and relate to this . I respect and salute him for writing this in his facebook because he knows what a cheap fucker Dickhead was .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dickhead treated person K as his sister and her family and his family knows that they treat each other like siblings . Yes and one fine day he told me , G and M that K has slept with her bf and he did alot of dirty stuff together and that K's bf himself told Dickhead about it . My question here is , which cheapo would sabotage and lie about his sister ? . Well he actually told me something very ugly about his own biological sister and at that point in time I was too shocked that he could actually bitch to me and tell me something that vital about his own sister to me . Since he did it to his own biological sister then perhaps , relationships doesn't matter . He would do anything to save his own ass I suppose ? . Oh yes , and you cheaply told me that you harboured feelings for K's sister S . And the best thing was , you called S a sister too . And you told me that you believe S had feelings for you too but then she was afraid of K . What a cheap guy you are !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Dickhead was super jealous of P and S . Actually more of S - because he felt that S was handsome , cool and etc . There was once he told me and another friend of mine that if he manages to lose his weight and spike up his hair , he would look alot more handsome than S . My friend and I burst out laughing . I mean I couldn't believe Dickhead actually said that !! I got no comments with this part ! haha :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4) Dickhead went around telling us that P and S were gays . And apparently they invited Dickhead to sleep over with them and it seemed that P and S would hug each other and sleep . Dickhead told us that he felt so disgusted when he heard it because according to him , guys don't hug and he never saw them as guys . So what were you Dickhead ? At least they don't backstab each other unlike you - who swear about everyone and say you're a macho guy ? ( oops , you admitted you were a sissy right - sorry I forgot ) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5) When once I stormed off from Tekka due to some irritation , you bitched about me to all my friends saying that I am always like this - things must turn out my way if not I won't storm off and all . You made everyone there believe that you had to put up with my attitude problem and sir , who called me the very day itself ? . YOU CALLED ME instantly and you mentioned that M was bitching about me to G ! How could you ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6) Once you told me that G was never loyal to me and that G can never be a 2nd bestfriend to me and that no one would take your place and etc . You even told me that the main reason why M hates me is because she's jealous that I am super close to G and that M herself told you this . And you forced me to make sure G speak up for me during the issue with M and L . I had you on the line when I spoke to G . I told whatever you asked me to to G and while I was doing this , you secretly smsed G and said " G, I understand your feelings . Vitz is like that , please don't get angry or something like that and you mentioned that you are in the same shoes as her ! Why the hell is your problem you bloody ball-less fucker ?! . Are you like trying to break us apart ? And trust me , you can NEVER EVER DREAM about comparing yourself to G . G is million times better than you are . I don't compare Temple to overflowed drains . So please know where you stand and think about it . For your kind information , G's at a place where you never had been able to come to . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7) You yourself told me that P was interested in you and that you think she was trying to make you into her sex slave . I was telling you that P and you are opposites but you told me that she was interested in you and so , whats the big deal . I said ok , if you want to , go ahead and date her and if things work out then go a step higher . And you yourself told me that even if P agrees to have pre-marital sex with you , you would take the opportunity . Don't you dare deny it . And then a few weeks later , you told me you don't want to pursue after P because she wouldn't be the type of girl your mom would want . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8) You yourself allowed me to take a photograph of your bald head . I asked you many times and you said it was ok . I took and I blogged about it . Then eventually Jalra read it and told your other half and you complained that Jalra was too nosy and you asked me to remove that picture . I did as you told me to and the best thing was , your mom blamed me for it and she was pissed off with me and you didn't even pacify her telling that you asked me to put it . You simply allowed me to be framed for something that you did .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9) You bitched about L , M and G so viciously . You managed to put some venomous thoughts into me and made me hate M . You told me that M is a malicious character who wanted to break you and me up and also pull G away from me and I believed you . And during the confrontation , you told me so much of things that you wanted to tell M off and eventually you kept quiet saying " i don't know how to start " and you smsed me to ask me to say your arguments then too . Of course , according to them , I said it all . You were too innocent .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10) Trust me dude , you did so much of uncountable bad stuff to me that I can't even organise them and blog about it here . First you broke me apart from my khaki from Swiss , then you broke me away from the potential boyfriends ( S , I , T,  are the classic examples of it ) , you injected bad thoughts about me to all my friends so as to break them away from you and you told me that they hated me , told me bad stuff about your own blood and cousins and made me think badly about them and etc . In my opinion , you are a real embarrassment to me . A big and major one . Please don't ever brag that you memorise the whole bible because seriously that will bring about humiliation to the community of Christians worldwide . People may stick by your ground now but I am least bothered - why - because I already know what you told me about them . If you can backstab your biological sister , god sister and a bestfriend of 12 years , I know damn well that you can backstab anyone else , so maybe I should sit down and watch the entire drama that unfolds before myself . But don't worry , karma's a bad bitch . It will show you the pain soon . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And to everyone who has been threatening me with regards to this , like I have always said , come on . The most that you can do is to threaten and even beat me up . It might temporarily shut me up but the matter won't rest there then . I know too many things and everything very well , and it wouldn't take me long to bring this matter to greater extent . And if you think you need to be there by your ball-less brother or friend's side then don't worry , I have sincere people on my side too . Though I don't want to use them for my selfish purpose , they are more than willing . And dearest Dickhead , you yourself have brought upon a huge embarrassment to yourself . Frankly, the instant you return and you see any of us accidentally , I think the embarrassment that you are going to receive is unimaginable . Think you can smile at me the next time you see me out ? ... think again .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And Dickhead - Well , as I mentioned , you are totally gone with my life now . I'm sooo happy to start 2010 without you . I am not going to keep this memories with me and I'm choosing the burn them away because you don't deserve it , you stupid gay . And yes , this is my blog and NO BODY - even your own brother or anyone have the right to ask me to not blog about you . And remember , I still haven't use your name yet . I can actually put your picture up and put your name and address but then again , I don't possess cheap cells in me . Goodbye corpse !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, just to reiterate this , I am not blogging here for attention or to create trouble like how some people perceive it to be or to bother anybody's life. My reason is plain simple :- once, I came across something - someone blamed themselves for ruining the bond of the clique and than it made me think. Well, honestly, I've never believed in going around , spinning stories about the whole thing that happened or so. So people might be confused as to why the whole thing crumpled. So lets just be frank here and analyse the whole situation from the start .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Firstly your hatred with me started off from the ECP overnight . You told G that I didn't understand L and pestered him to study . But of course it wasn't a serious issue then . Then one day I told you that I didn't like you taking the tricks I played on G seriously . And from then on , this issue between us have been accumulating . Suddenly I heard from L that you had this prejudice against me where by you think I am too dominating and etc . Then you apparently told L that you were not comfortable with me because of your hatred towards me . And then I asked L how should I make this matter end and L told me " please don't approach or settle scores with M , if you have anything against her , please tell me and I'll tell her , you please don't tell her " . And this idea of having a mediator was the biggest reason why everything tumbled down .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You claimed that you felt uncomfortable to be around me and so because of that L decided to accommodate to your needs by not calling me whenever OUR friends went out . Infact , they can be meeting just a stone's throw away from my school or home and they would conveniently "forget" to call me . Well , that was THE FIRST ATTEMPT at breaking the clique up which was undertaken by them . M generally loves to assume things and act according to it . Her assumptions aggravated her hatred on me and it seems that it's impossible for her to change her mindset . In short , if she is against me , she will always hate me forever . Well , I didn't say it - her own friends told me " I'm sorry , M is too stubborn . She have NO REASONS to hate you but she hates you and it's very difficult to change her mindset . We're trying to change her mindset , but please wait " . Honestly , if you hate me , what the hell am I supposed to do ? . I'm not your fucking dog to crave for your attention and to make sure you start loving me ! I definitely don't think it's fair for you and L to break up the clique for some baseless hatred ! . L , you recently claimed that : " M doesn't keep anything in her heart ". But are you REALLY sure of it ? . Then what was all this ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;M , you have always tried to hear my thoughts out . But I realised that whenever I told you , you always add your own masala and tell the things in another way so as to induce some sort of hatred in them . I realised it the instant the thought that I told you got twisted when it travelled to the other party .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Seriously , you and I have no issues at all . But your own baseless hatred made things alot more horrible than they should ever be . You assume and assume and assume and than you easily put the blame onto others . You have never once took the blame onto yourself - maybe only for Dickhead . Honestly , I got nothing to do anymore with you . Believe me , it's not you who have chosen to move away from me - I CHOSE to move away from you forever because of one thing that happened between us . Yes . There was this issue with some people and L and I had to be involved due to some reasons and at that juncture you told him " don't trust Vitz " . N told me about this and I confronted you with regards to it . You simply shrugged off and mentioned " Oh I don't trust you because P asked me not to trust you " . Honestly , what the hell is this ? . Do I really look like your dog ? Do I have to like beg for you to like me and trust me ? . Seriously , EVERY relationship is formed on the basis of TRUST . Without trust , nothing can function well . Trust is something like salt . You cannot eat food with salt . Being friends with someone who doesn't trust you is like eating food without salt and I'm sorry I HATE to eat food without salt . And frankly , if you don't want to trust me , have the guts from within to tell me straight that you don't wish to trust me - please don't put the blame onto others . Learn how to accept blames when you're in the wrong . Don't constantly push the blame onto others ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And matters between you and me is completely over . I don't wish to settle ANY scores with you because it's pointless . You would once again start the whole thing with your assumptions or hatred . And since you don't trust me , there's no point in having any friendship . I'm choosing to forget the fact that I ever once treated you as a sister . Everything between us can never be worked out at all . So I am closing this chapter in 2009 . And thanks for celebrating my birthday , being there for me when I was down , giving me the support when I needed it most and everything . Thanks alot and wish you success in the coming year .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I am frankly blogging about you for 1 sole reason - it's not to settle MY scores but it's to avenge for the treatment you and L gave to G - my soulmate . Many of the people around are thinking that G had always been the most unfair friend/sister anyone can have known . Because according to them , G ignores you , she doesn't care about you and so on . Perhaps , since the year is ending , lets settle this for once and for all . G is such a gem of a person that she will NEVER EVER open her mouth to screw you for whatever you and L did for her . If L can stand by you when you did so much , I don't think there's anything wrong in me standing up for my soulmate . And please don't go around thinking that G asked me to blog .. G doesn't even know that I am going to blog about her issue here . G knew that I was fuming whenever you and L did something to her and the only outlet where she vents her frustration is on her private blog . And she barred me from her private blog because unlike YOU , she doesn't crave for attention . Remember once again - I am not doing to create an issue but to END the issue in style - the no holds barred style because it's not fair for someone who didn't do anything to go through shitloads of bullshit . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to know and things I want to ask and let both of you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1) Why was G deleted of M's facebook account ? -- Is it because you presumed that G had a hand in my blog entry ? Or was it because you believed G was the anonymous tagger Or is it because you wanted to end things off with G ? . Tell me why was G deleted off without any reason ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2) Yesterday L sent G a facebook message through someone else's account and he mentioned this - "1stly, M still loves u alot n it will to b til her last breath.......u may nt agree or believe............bt i swear on god tat its true..........it was nt her who deleted u from fb bt was me..........." . ---- Since you admitted that you deleted her off facebook , why did you choose to do it ? Is there any valid reason ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3) In your message you mentioned this - " bt if u mite miss M, which i dun tink so.............bt it u do..............u can contact her....________ or mail her " --- My question here is , who the HELL are you to comment on their relationship ? . Your stupid idea of acting as a mediator broke down their relationship . Because you can never have a mediator in between to convey one's love , and if you do that , it looks cheap . You spoilt the beauty of their love for each other . Seriously , you think G wouldn't be hurt when she reads all this which were sent by you ?? You told her off saying that " G's love for M is fake " , that G "never truly treated M like a sister " . Seriously , you can use such words as much as you want and you expect people to NOT be hurt ? . If you want to know the truth - let me be frank . You ruined their relationship . Each time you mocked G's love for M , that bond between them got a beating and because of that , G wondered if M even had a say in this . If such a thought creeps up to someone , do you think they can sustain 100% of love for that person ? . MOST HUMAN BEINGS will give up but G never did . Despite you hurting her so much , she stood by her love for M . She still does ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4) When G asked you to convey her regards to M , you gave a laughter on MSN and soon after , you changed your display message to " what the point of showing that your loving when we know its fake " . -- My question is , who are you to comment on their relationship . It's a bond between the 2 of them and you have to simply interfere ? Why ? . Would you like it if I comment on your's and M's relationship ? . I don't have the rights too . Why ? Because only you 2 know what you guys go through . Hence it's not right of me to comment on it . Likewise , you should know your role and then act accordingly . I understand you mean alot to M but that doesn't give you any rights to comment on their relationship . If you wanted to , placing comments on M's relationship TOWARDS G is fair but you have no no no no RIGHTS to comment on G's relationship towards M ! You're nobody to her . L and M , did you guys get angry when K commented on your relationship ? This is the same here ! . I HATE you for making G go through shit like this . Whenever M cries , EVERYONE gets to know about it - because M herself open up her heart to others or you yourself tell people . Do you think G ever did it ? . She NEVER TOLD anyone , other than me and asked me to promise her to never confront any of you'll with regards to this issue . Why ? Because , she NEVER craves for attention and prefers to LOCK up her feelings within her poor heart ! But how much can a mere 21 year old who already faces problems from all directions endure ? . Please la , spare a thought for her !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5) Once when I was having a huge war with M , L and A , somehow L , you displayed personal messages on your MSN for all to read and to react . I was reacting to whatever you placed there . But what did G do to you ? How did she even get involved ? . When G and M spoke things about , G asked M why L and A behaved coldly towards G . I remember L saying something like " she cares alot for her but she doesn't deserve the unconditional love " . Do you know what M replied ? . M said " she didn't even ask A and L to behave coldly towards G or even ask L to put such comments with regards to G . But the both of them decided to do it and did not listen to M . And M also told G that A and L were not keen for M and G to speak to each other and that M was trying her best to convince them that G still loves her . -- My question here is , when M and G were fine , why did you guys aggravated the problem ? . Was it your own war against G or did you plan to separate G and M ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6) M , you publicly let everyone know that you miss G by putting that as your facebook status . But why didn't you take the initiative to sms her , call her or email her ? . Because during that period , since you didn't come for G's 21st , you disappeared and suddenly out of the blue , you wrote like that . Honestly what would people think ? . They would think that G deliberately didn't call you and etc . Why do you have to put G in the bad light and make yourself look good ? Remember , if your LOVE for her is really true , you shouldn't give a damn about other people and you should by right call her up and scold her for not calling you and etc . You would instantly say " oh , I was afraid to call " . But what can G do for your own fear ? . You disappeared and she gets to be blamed when you miss her ? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;7) Mr L , you spoke to G on msn and told her that M misses her so much and you begged G to call M . I understand your undying love for M . But why must you put it in a way that shows that G was the one who ignored M ? . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8) This is something that I really want to know . M sent G an sms that read " I really miss G sooooo much and I don't know why she's ignoring me " . G got confused because , M was talking about G , so that meant the message was for someone else ?! . True enough , L sent the SAME message to G . And L kept sending soo many messages to G . L's intention at that point in time was to make sure G gets convinced to speak to M . --- but my question is , did the both of you'll PLANNED to forward M's messages to G to show G that M really misses G ? . If that was your plan , trust me , it's very very very cheap ! . Lets say M accidentally sent the message to G instead of sending it to L , then why did M told G " I didn't even know L sent you the messages ! " when G asked M about it ? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;9) L , you forwarded the messages throughout the night , the latest being about 430am or so . Do you know the repercussion of your actions ? . G overslept and didn't go to work . G's phone is always on general mode and she put alarm to go to work and each time you forwarded the sms to her , she woke up . She didn't sleep and only fall asleep after your last message , so she overslept . She missed going to work and missed a few bucks . ---- my question is , are you going to pay her back ? See what I meant when I say that you guys really tormented her ?! But did she even confront you or M with regards to this or even tell others about it to attract sympathy ? . Now this is where G stands .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10) L , you kept mocking G's love for her siblings - for M and even you . Once upon a time , you treated G like a sister . You have always managed to mock her love but are you aware of what she has done for you ? . Listen up ! During the June holidays , she realised that you and M were spending too much of time hanging out with your friends . And G asked M " hey , L got study or not , because he's spending too much time outside " . Do you know what M replied ? . M said " I don't know la . I don't study with him la . He studies with GO . Are you even aware that G was fucking pissed with M for the irresponsible reply that she gave ? . --- My question is , in your pursuit to ensure you cater to M's needs , you forgot to care about other people's feelings too . Honestly , why the hell must G even bother whether you got study or not ? . Why the hell must she bother ? . The answer is simple - she DID treated you like a brother but sadly , I feel she treated the WRONG person as a brother . If she had showered the same kind of love on someone else , she would have been appreciated . You definitely didn't appreciate but instead , you MOCKED and INSULTED her love for you and M ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;11) M , I really really HATE you for hurting G's feelings during her 21st birthday celebration . You did come for the one we held at a place . But you didn't come for the big celebration . G realised that you didn't come and she told me . She was upset . I told her it was ok , at least the others were there to grace the occasion . And then G asked you why you didn't come and you gave the most sadistic reply " I am sorry , A and I went to send off L to camp and by that time , it was time for A to break his fast and so I accompanied him to break his fast " . --- by question is , HOW do you think G felt when she saw this message ? ! I swear , she cried ! SHE CRIED BECAUSE OF YOU . I was really pissed off with you . I was about to call and screw you up and G barred me from reacting . Why didn't you say some other reason ? . A was invited for G's 21st too and are you trying to say that G wouldn't allow A to eat at her party ? . Seriously , do you any idea how hurting that is ? . And the make matters worst , when I chatted with A randomly , A himself said sorry for not coming and he said he went to JB . I told G about it . Then G asked you about it and you said " A was lying and that you thought that you wouldn't be important in G's 21st " . Seriously , can't you say some other less hurting reasons ?? Why must you hurt G's feelings like this ? What did G do to you ? . If you HAD REALLY LOVED G , trust me , you WOULD BE THE FIRST ONE TO BE THERE ! Please M , don't let your words SPEAK LOUDER than your action ! . If you really love G as much as she love you , PROVE IT . Don't give lengths of cinema dialogues . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;12) This incident happened when we celebrated a dear one's birthday at Pizza Hut . When N was singing , L was caught laughing . GK , G and I caught you laughing . Why did you do this ? . What do you think would have happened if N saw you laughing at him ? . Do you think you are the only one who can sing ? . C'mon man , if you were the old L , I bet for sure that you would bring him to one corner and tell him his weakness and strength . The L i knew NEVER laughed at people's singing ability . I definitely expected professionalism from you because of your exposure to more avenues of singing but you had to behave so cheaply on that day ? . Would you like it if people laughed at you ? . When your enemies looked down and laughed at you , you felt the pinch , didn't you ? . You the pain well , then why did you do this to N ? Is it because of the fact that he is supposedly on my side ? . Excuse me L , the only thing N ever did was to tell me that M said "don't trust Vitz " to you . For that , you labelled N a cheater , a betrayer ! . And you even spoke to N on the phone and asked him to pretend that he was talking about some singing stuff and asked him to smile and pretend - because I was around - and you were scolding N asking him not to open his gap and mess things up between M and me . Honestly , you tagged my tagboard and said " you guys are 20+ and please act your age " . Do you really want N to act his age ? . If he had scolded and blasted you at that point in time , where would you have put your face ? . Firstly , the L i used to know respected people's age even though he doesn't like them . This is not you . If you insist I have changed , then I encourage you to reflect upon your current behaviour . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;13) At pizza hut , G was sitting beside B . And G felt that B's attitude changed when her ex was there . And G told me but I asked her to keep an eye and ensure B was alright . Then when we got back home , G told me that B was very affected to see her ex there and her attitude changed the instant her ex came there . I asked G to keep this to herself . But G decided to ask M about it . G asked M " hey didn't you know that B was affected by her ex , then why did you invite him " and for that M's reply was " huh why must she be affected ? . I myself am not affected what . My ex was also there infront of me and I am not affected and i am fine with it . She must also be like that what " . Honestly M , this is the perfect example to show you your selfish nature . Touch your heart and say that you went through at least half of what B went through . You cannot do it right ? . Only B knows what she went through . You have never experienced it . WHatever you experienced was not even close to it ! . So please don't ever compare yourself to B and expect B to react like you . Learn how to be selfless . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;14) Once upon a time , all of us were supposed to go for GO's swimming competition and GK , N and I missed it because we only returned home in the early mornings . We were out and so we overslept . G couldn't come because she was stuck at home with things her mom asked her to do . And we missed it . We settled this issue at the kopitiam at Tekka itself . We settled the issue . And L actually spoke to G on msn and QUESTIONED her why she didn't come and G was irritated because she already told us why she didn't come and wasn't bothered to answer you and so gave a laid-back reply and for that MR L , you actually said " Nah , it doesn't matter , ALL THE IMPORTANT people were present . So it's ok " . My question is , whats the intention of your sentence ? . Are we labelled as the UN-IMPORTANT people ? . Who the hell are you to say this ? . This is YOUR SECOND ATTEMPT at breaking the clique up by separating them into "important and Un-important people " . The important people consisted of people YOU AND M loved and the UN-important people consisted of people who were supporting me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15) Let me tell this to you clearly L and M - I didn't ask anyone to support me . N decided to let me know because he RESPECTS me like no body's business . G supports me because she knows that I had nothing to do in the M and Vitz issue . GK is close to me because we used to met through a program and he has shared alot of things with me and so we have this bond . And because of this , you ostracised them . They were treated like an outcast . A classic example is , during M's birthday on 30th of August , you guys had some plan and ONLY G was invited . But one of my "supporter" GK actually took the initiative to call L and smsed and called A to ask what was the plan and you guys didn't even tell me anything . Do you know what GK did ? . He called me and he was fucking pissed . He thought that L and A didn't bother doing anything for M and he was not happy about it . But when I told him that you guys had your own plan , he's heart broke . What did he do for not being invited ? Is it because of the fact that he's on my side ? . NOW THIS IS HOW WE BROKE UP WHEN WE USED TO BE A HAPPY CLIQUE . This is the problem with you people , when an issue with me , G , L and M comes up , everyone have to be involved and people will have to be separated . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;M insisted that she missed G and L - you tried to make G call M . But what would you do if you know I , N , GK miss you and others ? . You don't do anything . Because according to you , only M's feelings are to be respected and other people's feelings are to be mocked at . Yes , this problem even travelled to T . I don't FULLY blame you for whatever T met with . YOU , M , I , G , A and N are to be blamed . Because you ( L ) started this problem by displaying personal messages and I reacted by replying and sooner , everyone of us got involved in it and there was absolutely NO PEACE IN T . I don't want history to repeat itself again . Because I respect the ARTS and I don't want problems like this to harm it and I know that many people see T as an outlet to let out their frustrations and worries . So in order to be fair to them , we have to all work together . You cannot expect me to possess a metal heart and act as though I am not affected whenever you posted lame stuff . I was affected . But my mistake was to react then and the whole thing never ended . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hence , at this juncture , I want to seek forgiveness from Nataraja and T for bringing my emotions into T . I also pray that each individual will act maturely and bring glory to T and stop bringing problems into T .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And M and L , my words here may be harsh . But I swear , I have no intention to pick a fight with you or so . I'm doing this without G's knowledge because as much as you - L love M , I love G alot alot alot . I HATE seeing her cry and I don't want people to think badly about G especially when she's not in the wrong . People only know your side of the story and I know that they believe in you'll only . But people can think of me wrongly but not of G . G is a gem and I don't want people to think badly about her . And L , I don't use my words as a weapon . In case you didn't realise , YOUR words have hurt alot of people . You don't realise the pain you inject onto others but trust me , alot of innocent people's feelings have been hurt in this process . I don't want that to happen again . And please stop all this hatred on N , GK and G . I don't care if you want to harbour hatred on me . But don't show hatred on them because they are on my side . It's not fair for them . And I don't have hatred on M like how you perceive it to be . Its a closed chapter . I only HATE her for whatever she has done to G . That's it . And yes L , before I forget . I know G sent you a very angry reply to the message you sent her . You cannot blame her because your words and you pushed her to her limits . I hope you take time to realise the damage that you have caused G and if you think saying sorry it the alternative , then please do . Thank you . And I wish you a great and successful year ahead . God bless the both of you'll . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I want to call this person W . W and I used to be close long time back . But due to his relationship with an individual , he drifted away from me . But he actually said that I treated him like a dog and etc . I'm sure I didn't . If he were to reflect well , he would know who was treated like a dog . And W , I am ashamed to have called you a brother then because I cannot believe you bitched about me so much to M . Thanks alot man ! . I don't want to have any personal relationship with you . This is it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciation of talents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This year I managed to delve deeper into the appreciation of talents . I am going to talk primarily of the Arts . 2 outstanding individuals have really outshone and made a mark in my heart and I'm so thankful that I belong to the era where I can still see, hear and watch them perform . The 2 outstanding individuals are KS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chitra Madam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Surya Sivakumar&lt;/span&gt; . Their talent , humility , dedication , commitment and hardwork really moulded me into a better person . Really !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;KS CHITRA MADAM &lt;/span&gt; &lt;spa
