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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-4836141976701928472</id><published>2010-02-10T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:22:41.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;if i had to spend my last 50 dollar bill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1.40 on cheese prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1.40 on ice milo DINOSAUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;2 lottery tickets( 4D and TOTO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;id buy the most comfortable footwear on the planet ( aka tai seng slippers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;then id wear my comfy shoes and spend 10 dollars and board a taxi with a friendly uncle at the driver's seat and chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ill buy potong ice cream and lepakafy at my backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ill buy a treat for my dog the beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ill buy my coldplay album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;id buy a poster of miley cyrus and destroy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;technically, i cant do everything stated above with da balooo note that is the sacred 50 dollar bill. but nevertheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i made my way to boat quay today at 4pm in the evening alone. just to sit down and absorb the splendour of the singapore river which isnt exactly a river...or so i've been told from people from foreign lands who've actually seen rivers. and to my surprise i wasn't alone. i was indeed one of the many who come down to be seated there as the sun sets to soak in the goodness of the RIVER. haha.. and yes i brought my sketchpad along. it was indeed bliss inducing. it was serene watching the water glisten against the setting sun with like partial smog filled gas blowing against you. HAHA. ok no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/5295284225054653019-4836141976701928472?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4836141976701928472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4836141976701928472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4836141976701928472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4836141976701928472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-god-if-i-had-to-spend-my-last-50.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-1444887872129757555</id><published>2010-02-07T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:21:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its been a whopping three months since the end of school. i just realised how much life has changed actually.ok i am not going to go on and on about what a slug i am or how miserable i am doing nothing or how i should find a job.my lifestyle has changed for the better or for the worse? i'm still impaired in many ways to make such a judgement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my life at present lacks structure which i dont think is going to be replaced just by a mere job.life in secondary school had more than structure for me.it had warmth. it had laughter. it had a class full of human beings.and when i mean human beings, i dont just mean the ones we meet when we cross the road or board the bus or as a matter of fact EVERYWHERE but people who have life(something most people lack) within them and not just the ones who wake up everday just to get through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now as i recall the past two years of life ive realised that ive had more but still so very little.( &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and for those who dont understand what it means, just carry on reading cause thats what you're going to do anyway&lt;/span&gt;) i m not going to be some hyprocite and say that ive had the best time of my life blah blah blah...neither am i going to say i hated every single part of it. cause thats just bullshit.its just heartrending to know that i am not able to walk up to someone and say i had THE BEST two years of my life. and no its not just about school. i made so many friends. and at the same time i've lost some too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss sashaying in my school uniform into golden village cinemas after school to watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss our communist community ( or whatever we were called) outings to swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss filling in jordi labanda with sham diy and hanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss the dead silence in class during social studies and the the SUDDEN outburst by mr neo chai wee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss OPPOSITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss changing into trackpants and WALKING home in the same fugly pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss dressing up in the weird outfits declaring my love for milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss watching gaya get DISSED by mdm hasniza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss watching zhi an shred his test papers into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss offering priya tissue to wipe her drool during french classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss lying to lim aun theen and skipping history lessons to run around school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss ponning tamil lessons and hiding in the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss the noodles from the canteen ive NEVER finished eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss bringing twiggies and raisins to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss our biolessons AND our tougay( or however you spell it) plant which we mutated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss secretly taking the lift to the art room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss just merely boiling leaves during bio pracs so that well have sthg to show madam (i forgot her name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss naming ceremonies for our pens and pencils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss taking new year resolution videos in the middle of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss yearning to make a fashion statement just like sella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss george the librarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss the silver chairs in the geog room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/5295284225054653019-1444887872129757555?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1444887872129757555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=1444887872129757555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/1444887872129757555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/1444887872129757555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-whopping-three-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-5314110742134370891</id><published>2010-01-25T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:18:37.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its fun catching up with my best buds.&lt;br /&gt;marche with hanan diy and gaya was awesome. bitching at the sky garden. bangla watching. taking random photos. clean fun.&lt;br /&gt;chinese classes with gaya are the highlights of my week. its brilliant spending time with my humble follower actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i spend half my day on the computer. the other half on the computer. mostly skyping with naidu and nisha.&lt;br /&gt;id be most willing to spend another 7 hours at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;nive my brahmin follower who looks up to my meat eating ways is doing great with a JOB.&lt;br /&gt;pradeep has risen from sathyam theatre&lt;br /&gt;and i officially enjoy doing absolutely nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-5314110742134370891?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5314110742134370891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=5314110742134370891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/5314110742134370891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/5314110742134370891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-fun-catching-up-with-my-best-buds.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-1818257515015839362</id><published>2009-12-31T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:10:32.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and now i sit waiting for the cucumber and tomatoes to dry on my face. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and its been quite abit of a ride this year.&lt;br /&gt;31st december. 6.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive met brilliant people. briliant people whove made me VERY happy. some people i never knew actually would and could.haha some people id treasure for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;ive skipped class to hide in the corners of the library with BRILLIANT company . HAHA&lt;br /&gt;ive preteneded not the hear the bells go off after free period;)&lt;br /&gt;ive lost my spectacles thrice&lt;br /&gt;ive tripped 5632478693784 times&lt;br /&gt;i thought i destroyed my knee&lt;br /&gt;ive lived through PE&lt;br /&gt;i officially own 14 hairbands&lt;br /&gt;ive tried paying attention&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to stop laughing like a spastic dog&lt;br /&gt;and through very credible sources( HAHA) ive learnt that i can use ..... to express copious amounts of emotions just like that.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i actually love my class:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been hectic. but in all a blissful experience.&lt;br /&gt;and im grateful.&lt;br /&gt;its a lonely new years eve. ill have to admit. with everyone all over the world. but its still special. in some way at least cause i cant wait to kick some 2010 ass:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-4994857444724146901</id><published>2009-10-28T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:52:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they'll never be knights in shining armours with swords in hand or kamikaze fighters..&lt;br /&gt;dont count on them to storm the barricades&lt;br /&gt;to take a stand&lt;br /&gt;or hold your ground&lt;br /&gt;youll never see any scars or wounds&lt;br /&gt;they wont walk on coal&lt;br /&gt;they wont walk on water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no princes&lt;br /&gt;there are no saints&lt;br /&gt;and if thats what you believe you need,&lt;br /&gt;youre wrong, you dont need much&lt;br /&gt;but someone to fall back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the half of us&lt;br /&gt;best in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youll be your prince&lt;br /&gt;youll be your saint&lt;br /&gt;you will go crashing through fences&lt;br /&gt;in your name, you will, i swear,&lt;br /&gt;be someone to fall back on&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-4994857444724146901?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4994857444724146901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4994857444724146901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4994857444724146901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4994857444724146901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2009/10/theyll-never-be-knights-in-shining.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-6582892157523036265</id><published>2009-10-10T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:49:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my friends. i love little india.&lt;br /&gt;the place is pretty much like ecstacy. the place i mean. you get drawn into it. and keep wanting to go back.&lt;br /&gt;all the blue denims, the sexy slippers, the hot fringes, the gold hair and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;coconut water. pavement. weird smell everywhere. brilliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-6582892157523036265?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6582892157523036265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=6582892157523036265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6582892157523036265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6582892157523036265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-3857087277516557275</id><published>2009-10-06T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:48:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EPIPHANY&lt;br /&gt; live till you last&lt;br /&gt;cause you will never know how long youll last&lt;br /&gt;life after all is ever so fragile&lt;br /&gt;trust god&lt;br /&gt;forget fate because we have faith at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just rewind&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel warm on the inside&lt;br /&gt;cause they were the people&lt;br /&gt;ill live to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/10/2009&lt;br /&gt; i learnt how to blow my first bubble from bubble gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-3857087277516557275?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3857087277516557275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=3857087277516557275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3857087277516557275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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after all the more a sweat the more i shine..&lt;br /&gt;and yes indeed... time does play with our lives.giving us everything we have but at the same time showing us what we never should have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-6424450963246014307?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6424450963246014307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=6424450963246014307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6424450963246014307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy today.. have you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think of whether you've been nothing else but yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how far would you go for the ones you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much would you do for the people you care for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you made anyone feel special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask what the world needs. ask what makes you come alive and go do it. because what the world needs is people who have come alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;society exists only as a mental concept cause in the real world only individuals exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can turn back on tomorrow and live yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are four questions of value in life... what is sacred.of what is the spirit made. what is worth living for and what is worth dying for... and the answer to each is the same. love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can close your eyes to all the things you dont want to see but you can never close your heart to all the things you dont want to feel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes you put walls around you not to keep people out but to actually see who cares enough to break them down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-3354183228670760029?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3354183228670760029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=3354183228670760029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3354183228670760029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3354183228670760029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-some-time-off-your-busy-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-2174281532048980947</id><published>2009-04-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:31:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my best friend&lt;br /&gt;i really do. ive hardly been there for him. he's always stood by me&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times where we used to talk about almost everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;the times where i'd just whine and he'd probably just listen to me ramble on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;ive been too busy finding excuses&lt;br /&gt;and once again i m sorry&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;but i promise i will&lt;br /&gt;cause you mean the world to me ...&lt;br /&gt;and if you're reading this ... keethanjali's really really sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-2174281532048980947?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2174281532048980947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=2174281532048980947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2174281532048980947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2174281532048980947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-best-friend-i-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-4148585152624076021</id><published>2009-04-20T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:18:33.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever sat down to think which hurts the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saying something and wishing you hadn't or saying nothing at all and wishing you had...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then i guess the most important things in life are the hardest to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't be afraid to tell someone how you feel about them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then if you do they might break your heart but well if you dont you might break theirs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cant tell your heart what to do or how to feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause after all we're all just merely human beings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever wanted to love someone with all your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you choose not to just because you're afraid that the other person wont let you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too many of us stay walled up because we're too afraid to care. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too afraid of rejection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too afraid that its too hard to handle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we tell lies cause we're afraid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afraid of what we cant do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afraid of what we arent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever walked down the school hallway hoping you'd see that special someone walk by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but just too afraid to walk up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too afraid to start a conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and eventually both of ya'll end up waiting for each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does you heart start racing every time you cast your eyes upon that special someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you pretend like nothing happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then suddenly you feel like your knees are all jelly on the inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is all about risks and requires you to jump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont be a person who looks back to realise all the things you could have done or should have done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if everytime you wanted someone theyd just never be there for you cause you never made them feel significant to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people live and people die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but what we all fail to do is to tell them how important they are to us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so call,text whatever people who matter to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people you want to be with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people you wish you can be with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and tell them how you really feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause rejection after all isnt that hard to handle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for everyone who came down to support us on saturday... thank you very very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-6635637246698382004</id><published>2009-04-12T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:14:51.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGqQAxXj0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/MAjw8RKtkao/s1600-h/anderson+sec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723426590330690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGqQAxXj0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/MAjw8RKtkao/s320/anderson+sec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGqP76uw4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ix0IrXFpsZI/s1600-h/1_332590620l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGqP7WZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tiBpykYP2zY/s1600-h/1_561505540l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723425135062530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGqP7WZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tiBpykYP2zY/s320/1_561505540l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4HSdmeI/AAAAAAAAAck/b5mLNY4w5s4/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723016022890978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4HSdmeI/AAAAAAAAAck/b5mLNY4w5s4/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4JSY3BI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fDZxEfVAvdk/s1600-h/1_171572264l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723016559451154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4JSY3BI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fDZxEfVAvdk/s320/1_171572264l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4qS16BI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SEZzeywzu7s/s1600-h/n627318156_1349534_2379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723025419724818" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4qS16BI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SEZzeywzu7s/s320/n627318156_1349534_2379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4TJNM3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/64YoTEZ4P1I/s1600-h/1_773914167l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723019205292914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4TJNM3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/64YoTEZ4P1I/s320/1_773914167l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4Rt4ydI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sbcmqE4Xi1s/s1600-h/keetha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323723018822273490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SeGp4Rt4ydI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sbcmqE4Xi1s/s320/keetha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally random/weird facts about miss keethanjali narayanasamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't eat apples unless they're cut&lt;br /&gt;2.i added myself on windows live messenger just to see how others would view my personal messages.&lt;br /&gt;3. i love the smell of air conditioning that's just being switched on.&lt;br /&gt;4. i love surprises&lt;br /&gt;5. i love to chew on straws&lt;br /&gt;6. i chew on air most of the time&lt;br /&gt;7. my phone has been on silent mode since forever.&lt;br /&gt;8. i kick ass in guitar hero. ( it was once anyway)&lt;br /&gt;9. i like it when people smell good. and the smell of my adidas deodarant.&lt;br /&gt;10. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE RIBENA&lt;br /&gt;11. i've fallen off a bus...&lt;br /&gt;12. i walk around serangoon gardens aimlessly when i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;13. i love the smell of CHOMP CHOMP.&lt;br /&gt;14. i failed my grade one piano examination. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;15. i was an air guitar player. yes in secondary school. and yes we even had a band.&lt;br /&gt;16. my pet dog hates me&lt;br /&gt;17. i love having random conversations&lt;br /&gt;18. i love it when i can taste bits of undissolved cunks of milo in my ice milo&lt;br /&gt;19. i can sleep suring any time of the day&lt;br /&gt;20. i love to wake up to good morning messages&lt;br /&gt;21. i have to poop everyday&lt;br /&gt;22. i love my vegetables&lt;br /&gt;23. i LOVE coldplay. people who listen to coldplay are born geniuses&lt;br /&gt;24. i have a brother. and yes we live in the same house. haha&lt;br /&gt;25. ihavent changed my ringtone in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;26. KILLSHOT was the crappiest movie ever&lt;br /&gt;27. i need a new backpack and yes the one from dickies! the next person who gets me that bag will make keethanjali the happiest girl on earth for a day at least.&lt;br /&gt;28. i love the smell of my shower gel.&lt;br /&gt;29. i sleep in front of my desktop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. my room is my sanctum. filled with divinity..&lt;br /&gt;31. and yes i am a very nice person:) seriously :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-6635637246698382004?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6635637246698382004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-4320765138849477263</id><published>2009-04-03T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:07:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breadstick..ribena...air conditioning... nothing gets better than this...&lt;br /&gt;i've got chemistry. and i have got no clue where to start.&lt;br /&gt;and when all you've worked for just doesntfall into place thats when you feel like crap. actually right now i've hit rockbottom... no wait. there's 50 feet of crap, rockbottom and then there's me...&lt;br /&gt;i bet we all feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss dance practices...i'll miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;knee caps included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling was fun.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems different. new faces. new buildings.&lt;br /&gt;coffee bean's gone.&lt;br /&gt;sad sad keethanjali...&lt;br /&gt;nisha :)&lt;br /&gt;p.s nisha it is not an otandii bike ah. sentimental value all okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-4320765138849477263?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4320765138849477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4320765138849477263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4320765138849477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4320765138849477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2009/04/breadstick.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-835157284842049565</id><published>2009-03-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:29:44.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise to pray&lt;br /&gt;i promise to always be there&lt;br /&gt;cause i love you&lt;br /&gt;i promise to protect you&lt;br /&gt;i promise to cherish you&lt;br /&gt;cause i love you&lt;br /&gt;nothing will happen&lt;br /&gt;not when there's hope&lt;br /&gt;you're my friend and i love you&lt;br /&gt;and that matters the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-1090960774982750594</id><published>2008-11-17T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:33:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SSExZy9fioI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OSF5WE8Qp88/s1600-h/1_452299817l222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269547358246374018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SSExZy9fioI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OSF5WE8Qp88/s320/1_452299817l222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1090960774982750594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=1090960774982750594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/1090960774982750594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/1090960774982750594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqZ01RCwDI/AAAAAAAAATc/tpTimhSa1Z0/s1600-h/1_539834363l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263188247466655794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqZ01RCwDI/AAAAAAAAATc/tpTimhSa1Z0/s320/1_539834363l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqZ1SUrN7I/AAAAAAAAATk/DIyFZQFxNBM/s1600-h/1_187658748l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqZ1j2_44I/AAAAAAAAATs/lOWMN-BlBl0/s1600-h/1_187658748l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263188259973882754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqZ1j2_44I/AAAAAAAAATs/lOWMN-BlBl0/s320/1_187658748l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEETHA is bored. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEETHANJALI just had a bread stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keethanjali is not supposed to be blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is supposed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be preparing for PW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-5311983477307354488?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5311983477307354488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=5311983477307354488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/5311983477307354488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/5311983477307354488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/keetha-is-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/_8uN2kfvXeO4/SQqaAp5JjPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wIXegC5SgqE/s72-c/1_834880010l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-3447545634654530919</id><published>2008-10-15T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:49:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying something and wishing you hadn't?, orSaying nothing and wishing you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't be afraid to tell someone how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, they might break your heart...if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own........when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what wedon't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could  have had.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people live and people die but we all fail to do is to tell the people really close to our heart that they matter to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its life. so live it. cause its your godforsaken right to enjoy and feel every minute of it~&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/5295284225054653019-3447545634654530919?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3447545634654530919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=3447545634654530919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3447545634654530919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3447545634654530919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-wondered-which-hurts-most.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-6414080557589402558</id><published>2008-10-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:54:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lay in bed for like almost thewhole of today. its been a dreadful three days and no i dont feel better. i am sick and tired and frustrated. well that aside.&lt;br /&gt;probability vs luck&lt;br /&gt;some go with luck.&lt;br /&gt;some with probability.&lt;br /&gt;but what does really exist. luck? is it just a mere figment of our imagination or a manifestation of what we deem to be unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;probability. is it just a mere mathematical calculation or a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;its up to the individual toponder.&lt;br /&gt;id just stick with luck.&lt;br /&gt;and by oh boy its astounding how my brain managed  to come up with all this. i swear its the panadol.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes i have to go get ready for my date. :):)&lt;br /&gt;yes with the couch and the television :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-6414080557589402558?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6414080557589402558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=6414080557589402558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6414080557589402558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6414080557589402558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lay-in-bed-for-like-almost-thewhole.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-3690725589082290930</id><published>2008-10-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:36:37.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sun wont shine since you went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seems like the rain's falling everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thats just the way that its gonna be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-3690725589082290930?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3690725589082290930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=3690725589082290930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3690725589082290930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3690725589082290930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-wont-shine-since-you-went-away.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-4412395996817602390</id><published>2008-10-04T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:43:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i did 100 pushups on thursday&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;just me&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;100?&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;because my backside itchy&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;the head of the company asked what would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you do if someone broke their leg in the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;i answered call SAF hotline&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;he laughed&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahha&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;why on earth did you say that&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;but the stupid sgt asked me to do push ups&lt;br /&gt;- keeth-Anjali~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my best friend is a moron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . &lt;strong&gt;i miss him very much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and did i mention saddistic? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;last week&lt;br /&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;this giant beetle came into our bunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we caught it and tied it to a thread then played with it for a whole week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surein says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got better meals then us okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surein says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it got to eat oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surein&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;and flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my bestest bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're still a pig surein HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-4412395996817602390?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4412395996817602390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4412395996817602390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4412395996817602390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4412395996817602390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/surein-says-haha-i-did-100-pushups-on.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-2540974942905582775</id><published>2008-09-22T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:02:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMOS PROMOS PROMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and CQ on saturday! social life here i come!&lt;br /&gt;3 more days. thursday thursday THURSDAY!&lt;br /&gt;now lets go find me a cup of hot cocoa&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was 1989...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught somewhere in between a boy and a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was 17 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was far from in between &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was summertime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;splashing through the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking by the campfire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the simple things in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we didnt have no internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but man i never will forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way the moonlight shined upon her hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we were trying different things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were smokin' funny things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;making love out by the lake to our favourite song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sipping whiskey outta the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bottle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not thinking bout tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singing sweet home alabama all summer long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-2540974942905582775?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2540974942905582775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=2540974942905582775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2540974942905582775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2540974942905582775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-promos-promos-shopping-and-cq-on.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-7265134336464355787</id><published>2008-09-05T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:18:25.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its almost the end of the non existent september holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate mugging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my toe is itching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i need a good laugh ASAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just did yesterday at 2am in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which technically makes it today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have this sudden inclination towards pomegranates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss anderson secondary school VERY VERY much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its starts in my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me crinkle my nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please stay for awhile now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby just take your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wherever you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-colbie cailat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7265134336464355787?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7265134336464355787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=7265134336464355787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7265134336464355787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7265134336464355787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-almost-end-of-non-existent.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-6645614018934372836</id><published>2008-08-29T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:31:51.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yes its the end of yet another end. well almost the end at least&lt;br /&gt;it was good hanging out with the close ones.&lt;br /&gt;teachers' day celebration in school. ACES day workout. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and yes i have awesome awesome friends. wait did i mention AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;shopping was good. and now the hole in my pocket just grew a &lt;strong&gt;tad bit&lt;/strong&gt; wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately been wondering&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a greater wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;It'll fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;With those dreams that are set in stone&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I wouldI'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down lowI'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;A way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a greater wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;And fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I wouldI'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down lowI'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -The Calling&lt;br /&gt;awesome stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-6645614018934372836?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6645614018934372836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=6645614018934372836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6645614018934372836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/6645614018934372836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-yes-its-end-of-yet-another-end.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-7923331342467731297</id><published>2008-08-25T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:59:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people come and go&lt;br /&gt;ive made many friends over the course of the past 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;well most of em dont stay forlong and then you meet the special ones. the ones  you know are always gonna be there. or well at least you want them to be. and u hope they will.&lt;br /&gt;theyre always there when u need to talk which for me happens to be all the time. :P you go on and on and they never complain. and when youre down they say the stupidest things to cheer you up like reminding me how i flew across the bus and how i dropped my phone into ice water and watched it explode(ok maybe not explode) right in front of my face or tell me how i am madly in love with the hot uncle living opposite me.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have the ones who stay up till midnight to wish you on your birthday. and friends who turn up at your house on your birthday,catch you at your MOST unglam,tie up your hands and make your eat your birthday cake off your own floor. Brilliant! and as i look back i actually realise that i miss these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my brain's saturated and i cant think of anything else that sounds deep and profound all HAHA so i shall resort to endingmypost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surein.ill miss you when youre away my friend. ive known you for close to two years now and youve been one of the bestest. thank you. youve been there when i was at my lowest to remind me that motherearth is not gonna crumble into a million pieces.youve been an awesome friend and ull always be.&lt;br /&gt;and p.s im still not done ruining your life. ;) lets go dip popcorn chicken in mountain dew again sometime soon  hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7923331342467731297?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7923331342467731297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=7923331342467731297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7923331342467731297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7923331342467731297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-come-and-go-ive-made-many.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-7703863377005079553</id><published>2008-08-24T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:38:56.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes blogger ive returned.&lt;br /&gt;i just deleted all my old posts which i have deemed as redundant for various reasons but i still left the ones which still leave me smiling . well its almost the endof 2008 and here i am.ok maybe not quite the end&lt;br /&gt;and yes ive met awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand, ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M THE MAN WHO CANT BE MOVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so imma gonna go look for the man who cant be moved cause i think hes the sweetest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;secondhand serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok random (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7703863377005079553?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7703863377005079553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=7703863377005079553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7703863377005079553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7703863377005079553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-blogger-ive-returned.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-7766020534298625964</id><published>2008-02-19T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:13:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who changes your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just by being part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who makes you laugh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;until you can't stop;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who makes you believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who convinces you that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there really is an unlocked door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just waiting for you to open it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all you gotta do is keep looking and ull find&lt;br /&gt;that someone who makes u smile &lt;br /&gt;that someone who cheers you up with the smallest things they do&lt;br /&gt;that someone who makes u laugh with the silliest things they say&lt;br /&gt;that someone youd never wanna frown at&lt;br /&gt;that someone youd wanna talk to for hours&lt;br /&gt;that someone youd never want to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its gonna be aj for me&lt;br /&gt;new school&lt;br /&gt;and ill meet new people along the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7766020534298625964?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-3176870014315601084</id><published>2007-12-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:20:50.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREETINGS FELLOW PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM BACK HAPPY AS EVER! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dedicating this blogpost to all my friends eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GAYVERT HAHA&lt;br /&gt;what will i do without you la ass! HAHA..you're always there for me. thanks la ding dong :) i still owe you dinner cock! and yea we still need to go out soon noob! HAHA remember ah..together we'll rule the world! well of course ill be the queen and yea you can be my sidekick HAHA..you may be retarded la...but youll still always be my best friend :D an i know youll always be there for me ding dong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To HANAN&lt;br /&gt;DUDE!!!!! YOOOOOOOU!!!!!!! youve gone missing...my sitting partner...AHAHAH good times man! all the crap we used to do...sms conversations...sleeping with our eyes open...clearing your dungeon HAHA laughing during SS...well actually you did the laughing and i did the freaking out HAHA...oh ya making fun of gaya! HAHAH feeding cake! wooooooo hahah and your DEO! HAHHA...ill never forget you buddy!youll always be there for me eh! AND YEA OUR BAND! AIR GUITAR NATION! HAHAH WOOOOO...and ouh yea &lt;strong&gt;time crisis&lt;/strong&gt; eh! HAHA woooots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DZY! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;DUDE!!!!!! YOOOOOOOOOOOu also go missing eh....my fellow early morning come to sch and talk nonsense buddy...HAHAH good times eh... 4 years seems soooooper fast man....all the crapping all the nonsense...all the retarded laughs...all our funny escapades....THOMPSON....FAR EAST FLORA....BONJOUR BREAD! WAHAHAHA...the arcades...monster-in-law... HAHAH..movie marathons...ill never forget ye mate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO SHAMSTER&lt;br /&gt;SHAM!!!!! YOUUUUU! NJC READY LA! HAHA...our genius! :D MY HISTORY PARTNER!!!!! HAHA LAT SHAM LAT! HAHA our notebook! and all the slacking HAHA HAHA HISTORY! all the essays...HAHAH...good times eh! GOOD TIMES! our sec 2 days... all the nonsense HAHAHA...crapness eh! maaaaaan ill miss you la....BUT YOULL STILL ALWAYS BE MY KICK ASS HISTORY PARTNER EH! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO FIONA!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH I KNOW YOU LOOOOVE MILO EH! HAHAHAHA... you my fellow scorpion eh! HAHA woooohoooo!i love u eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO FANSTER!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YOU STINKY FELLOW! YOU MAD GENIUS! HAHAHA ILL NEVER FORGET YOU MATE :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIYA!!!!! - MY E BUDDY! HAHAH MY FRENCH BUDDY! HAHAH remember out FRENCH lessons HAHAHA GOOD TIMES AH! HAHHAHA. i love you girl ! :D we'll still go for french lesson together ah HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUREIN- thanks for being there for me eh dude :) CHEER UP eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ALLLL MY OTHER FRIENDS!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! and ILL MISS ATC MAN! and happy holidays people! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA yeaaaa. im hyper again! WWOOTTSS...sunday orchard maybe...orchard on christmas eve again! HAHAHA!WOOTS WOOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-3176870014315601084?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3176870014315601084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=3176870014315601084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3176870014315601084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/3176870014315601084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-fellow-people-of-world-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-2975324074721043160</id><published>2007-12-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:56:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keetha says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SHARIFAH...you love to bathe...i hate to bathe...cause i m a PIG! I am a lazy pig! HAHA ya la ya la HAHA...AND GERARD IS GONNA SEE YA FACE MAN!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keetha says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keetha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH YA GIRL!boat quay and clarke are 2 DIFFERENT PLACES MAK CIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keetha says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sharifah says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH! HAHA!! I knew it, lah! I could SMELL you all the way from Clark Quay. I thought it was eutrophication of the Singapore River. But I was wrong! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea we'll go play tennis soon sharifah! haha we'll smash balls all over the place! hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH SHARIFAH!!!!!!! we crack each other up! hahah AND THAT WOMAN! IS GOING FOR THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MCR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CONCERT!!!!AHHHHHHH AND HER &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GERRARD WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IS GONNA SEE HER FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH ! NVM sharifah gets gerrard way ! haha nvm i'll bring my goon and we'll both go look for indian mama superheroes! HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;and the bimbo in australia la! WAH LAO! all my friends are EVERYWHERE but singapore la! well wait not all la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG joanne i miss you bimbo! hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY WAS FUN LA! HAHAH SANJEV CRACKS ME UP! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be suupper packed...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES ONCE AGAIN THE INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS AZIZI AND I HAVE! omg that guy ah! HAHAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dr zen ~ a marathoner~ 2 tired 2 walk. but not 2 tired 2 run. (team 'terror pin' ) *62278* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* when i lick my finger and put it on my body. it goes psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; keethAnjali... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahah no man it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- keethAnjali... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- keethAnjali... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma gonna head to bed soon&lt;br /&gt;toodles ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-2975324074721043160?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2975324074721043160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=2975324074721043160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2975324074721043160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/2975324074721043160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/12/keetha-says-haha-sharifah.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-698021863298688269</id><published>2007-11-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gwqe2AfnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N-_oRQ8miHQ/s1600-h/VERY+HORNY+FRIENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv6-2AfiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eOXEeoY2Szc/s1600-h/amwerics+next+top+slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7O2AfjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GmH89Sal6Ho/s1600-h/horny+lesbian+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136408069659459122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7O2AfjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GmH89Sal6Ho/s320/horny+lesbian+santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SANTA'S GOT ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7O2AfkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cEh5aGm0MgE/s1600-h/smell+the+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136408069659459138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7O2AfkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cEh5aGm0MgE/s320/smell+the+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMELL THE LOVE BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7e2AflI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AoQv_5qBxXU/s1600-h/horny+cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136408073954426450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7e2AflI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AoQv_5qBxXU/s320/horny+cows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;YEA MAN! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0kJ2e2AfpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/FYdbRndYksA/s1600-h/Sha052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136647681589935762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0kJ2e2AfpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/FYdbRndYksA/s320/Sha052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sweaty and i'm smelly..shar still loves ma la :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gxau2AfoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Oz0PZJUJ0-I/s1600-h/red+and+yello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136409710336966274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gxau2AfoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Oz0PZJUJ0-I/s320/red+and+yello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-698021863298688269?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/698021863298688269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=698021863298688269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/698021863298688269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/698021863298688269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-called-so-you-wanna-be-slut-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/_8uN2kfvXeO4/R0gv7O2AfjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GmH89Sal6Ho/s72-c/horny+lesbian+santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-8021607545676689646</id><published>2007-11-15T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:16:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'LL UPDATE AFTER PROM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-8021607545676689646?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8021607545676689646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=8021607545676689646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/8021607545676689646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/8021607545676689646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-update-after-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-4651023789344037525</id><published>2007-10-17T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:16:37.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just not one of those days i dont feel like smiling. its been bad...real bad...i need somebody who can cheer me up...cause i amdown...real down...for all the absurd reasons on earth...my songs are not cheering me up..my friends make me laugh...but at home its a hell different...not that i hate being at home...but its the same routine again.... living in denial never helps... i want someone to smile and make me laugh my lungs out... things never stay the same...things change...and so does everything else...prepare to meet the unexpected...&lt;br /&gt;paranoia never helps...trust your instinct...carmen's been there for me to listen to all my nonsense...i miss alot of people....yes very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-4651023789344037525?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4651023789344037525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4651023789344037525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4651023789344037525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/4651023789344037525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-just-not-one-of-those-days-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-466481871039674459</id><published>2007-10-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:44:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i got these shit ass funny jokes and i thought i should share it with the world! here goes haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenager goes to watch a strip show. His mother found out about this and was furious with him asking him: " And did u by any chance see anything u should not have!" when he replied: "Yes, i saw DAD".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wife stands infront of her mirror and said to her husband: "I am fat, old and no longer pretty. I am wrinkled and my breasts hang..Give me a compliment" when he replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Your eyesight is still excellent though!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A husband forgot his wedding anniversary. His angry wife demanded: "Tomorrow there better be something in the driveway that goes from 0 to 100 in under 4 seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;Next morning wife found a parcel in the driveway containing a new bathroom scale…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Daddy, why did you put your thumb impression on my progress report instead of your signature?"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I don't want your teacher to think that anyone with your marks could possibly have a father who can read or write."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl was yelling in the Church after the Chapel:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God! Please make Moscow the Capital of China!"&lt;br /&gt;The priest inquired: "Why must you pray so, my child?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "That's what I've written in my answer sheet in the examination!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spinster’s will was read after her funeral and she wanted the following on her tombstone: ”Born as a virgin…Lived as a virgin…Died as a virgin.“ The monumental mason thought the wording was too long and shortened it to have the same meaning: ”Returned unopened“.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it peeps! keetha's gotta go !  have a funtastic day people of the world! haha may your day be filled with chocolate sprinkles and candy bars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-466481871039674459?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/466481871039674459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=466481871039674459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/466481871039674459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/466481871039674459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-these-shit-ass-funny-jokes-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-7187054635890127458</id><published>2007-09-24T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:16:21.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" the half brained monkeys called....they want their brains back" kudos hanan.. i think its hilarious! hahah ok people i m off to study ! toodles... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7187054635890127458?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7187054635890127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=7187054635890127458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7187054635890127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7187054635890127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/half-brained-monkeys-called.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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-5295284225054653019.post-4891249918449517057</id><published>2007-09-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:19.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Ru94S6Fo3SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AAet2M98t90/s1600-h/Joanne!175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111436368314686754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Ru94S6Fo3SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AAet2M98t90/s320/Joanne!175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYIN'S BRAIN&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; EXPOSED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Ru94TqFo3UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NJnQZ0HUS1k/s1600-h/Joanne!183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111436381199588674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Ru94TqFo3UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NJnQZ0HUS1k/s320/Joanne!183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRELIMS!!!!!!!! are OVER!!!!!!!! JOY TO THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmhmmm mmmhmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its slackorama back over at home.... well maybe just for today! LIT = MAJOR PAIN... my poor hands.... they were begging for mercy... i stuffed five pages of brain power in 1 hour and 20 minutes... i am so proud of myself!!!!!!!! YEA!!! hahah oh ya we were all supposed to go for like LUNCH!!!!!! and ZHI AN didnt bring his wallet..... stupid nonsense la that felloW! oh well he got his wallet somehow! dun sme how or why. shamster joyin yi min and myself went for lunch.. shamster had to leave early so it was just me jo yin and yi min.. and HANDS DOWN!!!! it was the most haha crap filled lunch i have yet to have .... JOYIN is a clown and YI MIN laughs at almost anything!!!! haha wiat i have got Pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya so then what else did we do..... crap...crap some more and crap like even more.....WE STILL HAVE BLOCK REVISIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like AGAIN TOMORO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i am like lazy to blog... later on perhaps (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-4891249918449517057?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4891249918449517057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=4891249918449517057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-134419499985415782</id><published>2007-09-15T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIaFo3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dRqmAqGRUAg/s1600-h/siva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110277302670384338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIaFo3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dRqmAqGRUAg/s320/siva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meet my one true inspiration... captain gula jamun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIqFo3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LraDENfadyE/s1600-h/Photo-0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110277306965351650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIqFo3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LraDENfadyE/s320/Photo-0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIqFo3PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Omvb5y6h54/s1600-h/beach!+us!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110277306965351666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIqFo3PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Omvb5y6h54/s320/beach!+us!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG like from EONS ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIqFo3QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Mf0MMMYfQOs/s1600-h/Photo-0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Rutg0aFo3RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GiO4vkTb8HY/s1600-h/Photo-0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110284655654395154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Rutg0aFo3RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GiO4vkTb8HY/s320/Photo-0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha ok i have posted a few  pics before i go MIA for the next week at least! haha and all of you out there we just have a few mor papers...yeah we can so kick some ass! uhhuh uhhuh&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/5295284225054653019-134419499985415782?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/134419499985415782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=134419499985415782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/134419499985415782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/134419499985415782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/meet-my-one-true-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RutaIaFo3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dRqmAqGRUAg/s72-c/siva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-7588589018791557165</id><published>2007-08-03T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:21.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back people of the world! i have so much to update you guys on but i shall just start with the outing we had on thursday! hilarious stuff. siy sharifah akmal gaya me and zhi an went to swensens after extra lessons on thursday to treat ourselves and also mainly because zhi an had to treat sharifah ( haha long long story) but we were originally planning to go to secret recipe! but PEOPLE they have closed secret recipe in bishan we were like all bummed out but as they say when secre recipe is closed pop into swensens next door . we had like the most gorgeous ice cream in the world people! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny because were were like making fun of zhi an like big time and then there was this point where he went to the waiter and said could " could i please have masking tape to tape her mouth" her in this case referring to me and the waiter just laughed along with us... and the waiter looked VERy familiar ei.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we continued nevertheless and then zhi an approached the waiter again and was like this time can i please have EXTRA sticky masking tape to tape their mouths...hilarious i tell you ... oh and then suddenly we had this conversation about how we could run away from swensens without paying for it and how the next day in morning assembly there will be like this announcement going" the six students who went to eat in swensens yesterday but ran away without paying please report to the general office now...we do not have any identification whatsoever butt all that we know is that one of the students was carrying a GINORMOUS blue watter bottle! hahaha.....(internal joke)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so the bill came and then came the hilarious part....our friend zhi an TOOK OUT A CALCULATOR in front of the waiter to check how much each of us had to pay and he was practically waving it in the air! hahaha and yes yes akmal by the way has the most funniest expression humanly possible when he consumes ice cream... and yes i have pictures from thursday people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY-7K1e3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/M9gfUDkqofI/s1600-h/akmal+keetha+and+diy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ9bK1e_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/0-k4Rb0Yq5k/s1600-h/diy038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444146542083058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ9bK1e_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/0-k4Rb0Yq5k/s320/diy038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ8bK1e-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uYwF4YycbA0/s1600-h/diy027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444129362213858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ8bK1e-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uYwF4YycbA0/s320/diy027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the look of retardation hahah &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ8LK1e9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4kO4i0C7xpA/s1600-h/diy023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444125067246546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY_LK1e4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ovM4tMBPPII/s1600-h/at+awensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY_LK1e5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0SAEHmyDXGY/s1600-h/gaya+me+sharifah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094443077095226258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY_LK1e5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0SAEHmyDXGY/s320/gaya+me+sharifah.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY_rK1e6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/59zj19Typ_Q/s1600-h/salt+and+pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094443085685160866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMY_rK1e6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/59zj19Typ_Q/s320/salt+and+pepper.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-7588589018791557165?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7588589018791557165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=7588589018791557165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7588589018791557165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/7588589018791557165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-back-people-of-world-i-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RrMZ9bK1e_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/0-k4Rb0Yq5k/s72-c/diy038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5295284225054653019.post-8246524716143524704</id><published>2007-05-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:21.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RjbdiZPNmRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mCeHb7i3L1A/s1600-h/wah+wah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059474814357313810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RjbdiZPNmRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mCeHb7i3L1A/s320/wah+wah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look who got herself a blog... i was never into the whole blogging thing but hey....a hell lot of things happen to you when you are sick and tired of calculateing the next time the uterine lining is gonna start shedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well yeah so i just gave the blog a head start with a couple of pictures. Trust me a lot of whacked up nonsense happens when you explore AMK with dear fiona! it was whacked up but hilarious. it was cool. and i did do something productive with my life yesterday i covered one chap of history and one chap of ss. so my day wasn't too bad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well today woke up in the morning and went to the gym and ran 2.4. felt good. came home took a shower and desperately tried to cover one chap of history. and apparently it isn't working too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the week's been pretty fine so far. we had english prep prelims yesterday. well i guess it was not too bad. the usuals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uN2kfvXeO4/Rjbi3JPNmUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sv93vBdlK7k/s1600-h/muhahahah.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i will return when i feel that i have enough mental capacity to post something decent&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5295284225054653019-8246524716143524704?l=incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8246524716143524704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5295284225054653019&amp;postID=8246524716143524704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/8246524716143524704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5295284225054653019/posts/default/8246524716143524704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessant-thoughtwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/look-who-got-herself-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>keetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542672018098206352</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/_8uN2kfvXeO4/RjbdiZPNmRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mCeHb7i3L1A/s72-c/wah+wah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
