<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:51:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH DEFINITION</title><subtitle type='html'>High Definition is where i stuff in about my feelings, experiences and about anything i go through daily in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1381214777731868144</id><published>2011-02-20T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:05:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Bored |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Since I came back to Medan, life has been pretty boring for me. Nothing much has been happening. I turned out to be pretty lonely as well. I don't really go out much or hang out with anyone much already. It was those were the days thingy now. Used to have so much fun going out and I can still survive in the budget but now everything seems so hard. My stress level increasing slowly day by day. I guess cause I'm pretty much staying at home and locking myself in the room. I love being alone these days. Fells much better but the boredom kills very much tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;One thing for sure, I'm safe from so much from USU's drama's and gossips. Not into it either. Hmm, why am I writing this blog is because I'm bored myself. I'm gonna get some to do now. so yeah. adios~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1381214777731868144?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1381214777731868144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2011/02/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1381214777731868144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1381214777731868144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2011/02/bored.html' title='| Bored |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2347515432136920542</id><published>2010-12-14T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:14:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Back Home |</title><content type='html'>Phew ! That's how I feel ....Its been a crazy time I had in Medan. Well the last I blogged was early Sept'10. Well people...I'm back babyy! hehe. So, a lil updates of what have been happening since Sept till to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the quick update. Sept till Dec Nothing much happened. Semester three was a bit harder than I thought like I said in my previous blog update. And yes it had been a crazy ass time for me. Deepavali I was back home for a week. and then now I'm back for my semester break till end of Jan '11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be heading to India for a vacation. With my parents, my Uncle and Ugi akka. Really can't wait already. But I have only submitted my passport for visa application and will be ready tomorrow. So yeah ! YEay !!!! India !!! lotsa food and temples to look around and for the definite or I should say not to ever forget...SHOPPING !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna bounce off now ! Shall update SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love from me mwahh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2347515432136920542?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2347515432136920542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2347515432136920542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2347515432136920542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-home.html' title='| Back Home |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5375950087604791193</id><published>2010-09-03T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:54:49.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging after awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It's been sometime since I have blogged. About two months. Really feels like long long time since i have visited my blog or even posted a blog. My June and July holidays was really awesomely heaven ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Celebrated Dad's birthday, had lotsa food !!! , going out with my friends and chilling and for the the best times was spending time with Charles and my family. I loved everything about my holiday except for one sad part is when i was diagnosed for having hypothyroidism. Humph but that have not stopped me from going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS : will post some pictures on how my holidays in Malaysia was like =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;August came and I had to leave Malaysia Oh Malaysia to go back to hell-of-a-life in Medan. Life is hard but it has to go on no matter what. and yes! that is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Its been a month now I'm back in Medan. Semester 3 is much harder than I thought. It's not a playtime anymore. I need to study study and study hard!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done with block 9 last week and officially starting dental subjects and it's a hard one with many memorization to do and understand it as well. I'm here to accomplish one thing and only one fine thing is which to graduate my Degree in Dentistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For now life is not much in a favor, but I will hold on strong and do what i got to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5375950087604791193?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5375950087604791193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogging-after-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5375950087604791193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5375950087604791193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogging-after-awhile.html' title='Blogging after awhile...'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2402323186415020146</id><published>2010-06-19T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:30:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Ordering saree online |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avalon, is the online viewable and buy-able saree(s). Some are awesomely beautiful, some are just ugly, and some are just the way it is. Mum badly wanted to get a new saree for dad's 50th and i went up a store to lookfor it but dayumm! its then i realized how ugly and over designed saree can be. So, out of the blue \I showed mum Avalon facebook account. She scrolled till she found two saree that she really liked. So now she is purchasing a saree over the net. *fingers crossed* Hopefully the saree turns out the way she imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a picture of both the saree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/TByb7bihINI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jQr3vqrMJG8/s1600/blue+saree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/TByb7bihINI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jQr3vqrMJG8/s640/blue+saree.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/TByb8q4CZLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/leDOV_OKo34/s1600/razora+brown+saree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/TByb8q4CZLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/leDOV_OKo34/s320/razora+brown+saree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2402323186415020146?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2402323186415020146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/06/ordering-saree-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2402323186415020146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2402323186415020146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/06/ordering-saree-online.html' title='| Ordering saree online |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/TByb7bihINI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jQr3vqrMJG8/s72-c/blue+saree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5316795235060323263</id><published>2010-05-10T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:58:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Mother's Day |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year mother's day I had to send two cards. One to my ever beloved mother and another to charles's mother.The card was awesome. Loved it so much. I miss my mum so much. Didn't get to be with her on mother's day for the very first time and will be missing the next mother's days for the next 4 years. very sad indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are the two cards that I've sent out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S-fjPdSvpmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lo4A54F-o4g/s1600/29708_10150192489600122_591055121_12596572_3337823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S-fjPdSvpmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lo4A54F-o4g/s320/29708_10150192489600122_591055121_12596572_3337823_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's day card sent to Charles's Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S-fjTaqDSsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T1PVXlbLTXk/s1600/29708_10150192489590122_591055121_12596571_3043349_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S-fjTaqDSsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T1PVXlbLTXk/s320/29708_10150192489590122_591055121_12596571_3043349_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's Day card sent to my Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5316795235060323263?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5316795235060323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5316795235060323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5316795235060323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='| Mother&apos;s Day |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S-fjPdSvpmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lo4A54F-o4g/s72-c/29708_10150192489600122_591055121_12596572_3337823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-8039071136814177069</id><published>2010-04-22T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:35:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Month and still counting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been such a great 7 months to be with man that I truly in love with. I wonder, i mean looking back on those years, from the time i was 18 till now i'm 22. I feel so much better which the reason to it is being with a better man that not only never fails to make me laugh and angry and even smile when i say his name but a man that loves me for who i am. It's so joyous thing for me to still be with a man that i truly love till now and still counting for 7 months. i normally never lasted more than 3 months but this is just great. Numbers may be not a big issue for some but for me the months is the duration that not only telling me how long i have been but it actually proves to me that how much i love him and he loves me too. So. like i have always done. I sent him a card. Reached a lil' late but it reached. Love you hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S9BCIY9lPfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fjhxVbAif9M/s1600/Picture+116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S9BCIY9lPfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fjhxVbAif9M/s320/Picture+116.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-8039071136814177069?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8039071136814177069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/7th-month-and-still-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8039071136814177069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8039071136814177069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/7th-month-and-still-counting.html' title='7th Month and still counting!!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S9BCIY9lPfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fjhxVbAif9M/s72-c/Picture+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-7817828740476495435</id><published>2010-04-11T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:15:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Mum's Birthday +</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S8u7_AF64II/AAAAAAAAAMU/ww2142I5xN0/s320/Picture+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have sent this card to mum on her&amp;nbsp; 46th Birthday. She loved the card as yellow was her favourite colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YOU ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-7817828740476495435?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7817828740476495435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/mums-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7817828740476495435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7817828740476495435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/mums-birthday.html' title='+ Mum&apos;s Birthday +'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S8u7_AF64II/AAAAAAAAAMU/ww2142I5xN0/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5983724560105621930</id><published>2010-04-06T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:01:06.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥  Happy 22nd Birthday, Hun  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, I can't stop sending my cards to him. As he loves receiving it anyway. I asked for a black and purple birthday card and it turned out really cute and he liked it very much. It reached a bit earlier than predicted but it's all good to get wishes much earlier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's sad to know that I can't celebrate this very day with him on his special day. Last year this time was amazingly. Celebrating his 21st birthday with him and having 100% pure fun. Now thinking about it. I consoled myself that missing 5 times of his birthday is much better than 50 times. Anyways, I hope he had very very good fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7svFags-YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5JEWBPHIg7E/s1600/Picture+030+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7svFags-YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5JEWBPHIg7E/s320/Picture+030+%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUN !!! LOVE YOU LOADS !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5983724560105621930?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5983724560105621930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-22nd-birthday-hun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5983724560105621930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5983724560105621930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-22nd-birthday-hun.html' title='♥  Happy 22nd Birthday, Hun  ♥'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7svFags-YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5JEWBPHIg7E/s72-c/Picture+030+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2747575953843733617</id><published>2010-04-06T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:25:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Happy Easter !!!! |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Easter is the happiest day for all christian as the it was 3 days after the saddest day. So, I did something different which was sending Charles and his family an Easter wishes by card. It was fun to do so. The card design was so totally cute and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7sidGTUU0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/VHiL4SOD7zY/s1600/Picture+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7sidGTUU0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/VHiL4SOD7zY/s320/Picture+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7smt1iDJ5I/AAAAAAAAAME/LarszvbrCeM/s1600/Picture+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7smt1iDJ5I/AAAAAAAAAME/LarszvbrCeM/s320/Picture+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter All !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2747575953843733617?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2747575953843733617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2747575953843733617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2747575953843733617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='| Happy Easter !!!! |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S7sidGTUU0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/VHiL4SOD7zY/s72-c/Picture+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1936991102203112042</id><published>2010-04-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:28:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| End of Block 6 Exam |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yippie exam have come to an end for block 6. It certainly didn't feel much of an exm period. The results for block 5 still has not been released yet due to some marks which have not been added. It shall be out in a couple of weeks. Block 7 its worst than the previous ones with less labs tho. 12 lab and all at the end of the day. Mega screwed up. But now all I wanna do is gpo back home(malaysia) and relax.Have a pleasant relaxationtime with my family. Eventho it's only 4 days but it's some sort of break anyway. 9++ pm is my flight. hope i don't have any complications leaving Indonesia. Always worried. Ok gotta get things ready !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1936991102203112042?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1936991102203112042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-block-6-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1936991102203112042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1936991102203112042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-block-6-exam.html' title='| End of Block 6 Exam |'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-6143872768555592469</id><published>2010-03-23T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:04:30.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Cafe. Buffet Time !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Swiss Cafe at Cambridge offered buffet food. Price : Rp 120,000. Food was just the way it should be. It was heaven. From the appertizers to starter to main dish till the dessert, gosh it was superbly yummylicious. I ate everything I could as you know like i said earlier, food was heaven. I first had some salad( corn, beetroot, sliced carrot, chillie peppers and crisp bread with spread of your choice.), then I had barbequed prawns, fish and beef. The simplicity of the barbequed poultry and meat with the variety of sauces was even more finger-licking good than it seem. Next, we had some fruit and vegetable salad with mayo, hainan chicken, some lamb stew, fish with coconut curry, chicken sweet sour and lastly was the dessert section we finished half of it all by ourselves. After all that we rest a lil' by facebooking with our laptops and making some stupid but yet was awesomely fun making of each other time we were having. I truly had a great night out with my girlies. Made me feel like I was never alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6i8HPFLRHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-g4xUy7SM14/s1600-h/24014_1426122413122_1234632349_1242340_7559709_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6i8HPFLRHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-g4xUy7SM14/s320/24014_1426122413122_1234632349_1242340_7559709_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley loving her crisp bread with her choice of spread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jCvwfjeSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RvLwzpKmU5A/s1600-h/24014_1426122493124_1234632349_1242342_4977335_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jCvwfjeSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RvLwzpKmU5A/s320/24014_1426122493124_1234632349_1242342_4977335_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me too enjoying it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDPMsp-JI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yQn6mx4xskw/s1600-h/24014_1426123813157_1234632349_1242345_4862588_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDPMsp-JI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yQn6mx4xskw/s320/24014_1426123813157_1234632349_1242345_4862588_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chandra digging in her salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDedpiTWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nhz4ypkuA20/s1600-h/24014_1426123893159_1234632349_1242347_7167190_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDedpiTWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nhz4ypkuA20/s320/24014_1426123893159_1234632349_1242347_7167190_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashwini's all in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDgAlvV_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ih-cKkEzZR4/s1600-h/24014_1426123933160_1234632349_1242348_2050083_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDgAlvV_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ih-cKkEzZR4/s320/24014_1426123933160_1234632349_1242348_2050083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some starters and barbequed beef with teriyaki sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDh5hye2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2YJxMtTwMhs/s1600-h/24014_1426123973161_1234632349_1242349_318775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDh5hye2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2YJxMtTwMhs/s320/24014_1426123973161_1234632349_1242349_318775_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Facebooking never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDjSDIetI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0JIjxluqFhw/s1600-h/24014_1426124053163_1234632349_1242351_957880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDjSDIetI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0JIjxluqFhw/s320/24014_1426124053163_1234632349_1242351_957880_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dessertssss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDkk1-8iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HmTGKUqXlP4/s1600-h/24014_1426124093164_1234632349_1242352_6163471_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDkk1-8iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HmTGKUqXlP4/s320/24014_1426124093164_1234632349_1242352_6163471_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More dessertssss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDrtkOO1I/AAAAAAAAALc/QJA6dk3Bk2k/s1600-h/24014_1426125013187_1234632349_1242374_1603758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDrtkOO1I/AAAAAAAAALc/QJA6dk3Bk2k/s320/24014_1426125013187_1234632349_1242374_1603758_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Appetizers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDs0u4fVI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ubguo_svPLs/s1600-h/24014_1426125053188_1234632349_1242375_7943918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDs0u4fVI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ubguo_svPLs/s320/24014_1426125053188_1234632349_1242375_7943918_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;appertizers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDxcNfhtI/AAAAAAAAALs/LgQRMaCmMRk/s1600-h/24014_1426125093189_1234632349_1242376_1500286_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jDxcNfhtI/AAAAAAAAALs/LgQRMaCmMRk/s320/24014_1426125093189_1234632349_1242376_1500286_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jFKeLnzcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JY1fcQThVBM/s1600-h/24014_1426124893184_1234632349_1242371_1713795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6jFKeLnzcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JY1fcQThVBM/s320/24014_1426124893184_1234632349_1242371_1713795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/2190179782272632744-6143872768555592469?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/6143872768555592469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/swiss-cafe-buffet-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6143872768555592469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6143872768555592469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/swiss-cafe-buffet-time.html' title='Swiss Cafe. Buffet Time !!!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6i8HPFLRHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-g4xUy7SM14/s72-c/24014_1426122413122_1234632349_1242340_7559709_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4555332278715385752</id><published>2010-03-19T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:18:05.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 6th Month Anniversary ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my 6th month anniversary and still counting. Six months I have pull thru a great relationship with my boyfriend, Charles Ronraj and indeed a good, fun, bumpy yet exciting relationship with him. Hoping to last as long as time we allow us. Love him more day by day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual I sent him an anniversary card. It a black and red card simple yet extremely eye catching design from trinkets n'treasure. Thanx Shamu akka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6LszXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KVqyc9JdBAk/s1600-h/6th+month.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6LszXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KVqyc9JdBAk/s400/6th+month.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4555332278715385752?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4555332278715385752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/6th-month-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4555332278715385752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4555332278715385752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/6th-month-anniversary.html' title='~ 6th Month Anniversary ~'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S6LszXdZiOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KVqyc9JdBAk/s72-c/6th+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1908097419986859866</id><published>2010-03-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:21:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow my block 5 results will be out and I'm already somehow predicting that its shitty with many C's and D's as the lecturer said it's " cukup mengecewakan"( very much disaapointing). Hmmm, just hope for some miracle to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1908097419986859866?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1908097419986859866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/resultsss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1908097419986859866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1908097419986859866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/resultsss.html' title='RESULTSSS!!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2652410261164485889</id><published>2010-03-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:10:26.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I have been very depressed and not myself at all. I feed my feeling so much that I spend so much on food. Literally gained so much weight day by day. Things around me have gone way beyond than I have expected. Roomate being a pain in the ass with her sucky attitude which makes me feel even so worst. I have never felt such in my life till someone who I thought is not a threat to me is a threat. I feel sad for myslef that this have happened. I am not much of a strong person but this situation has told me that im not that strong at all. I don't know how in the world I cannot handle such a younger childish girl to step over my head and over rule me. Because of all this depression and eating to much and on top of all that not having a proper sleep is for sure a big big disturbance, feeling so uneasy about anything at all. Mostly, im not happy at all. I feel so grumpy. I even didn't even treat my boyfriend right. After sometime i realise i could do better than being this way but I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few days ago, all this just got so worst as we need to move out and i decided to move with my medicine friend. I have been finding for a perfect place to stay and NONE has got into my consideration bucket. All the place look shitty with super big room or nice place with a super small room. This is all so so depressing. To end all this I have decide to fly back home on the 1st April and return back here on the 5th of April. I really can't wait to go home and just sleep on my bed and eat my mummy's cooking and play with my nephews.This shortbreak i was asked to just be at home and I totally agreed as I have no mood at all to go anywhere. I hope the short break will cure my depressions and make me strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2652410261164485889?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2652410261164485889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/depressed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2652410261164485889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2652410261164485889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/03/depressed.html' title='Depressed =)'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4962436203650564875</id><published>2010-02-28T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:46:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ CNY Night Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KKCM or also known as the MCCC thrown out a charity and fraternity formal dinner party at Taipan with delecious rows of chinese meals and also some entertainment which i like the most is the lion dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went there with the rest of the D'Nite board members. It was really fun to enjoy the night out with the board members as i got to know them more and it was really a chill out time for me after the exam season!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, everything was just good! Below are some pictures of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_ElDFEGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aAgnuwT7sQg/s1600-h/24094_338730107216_654752216_4082461_6830601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_ElDFEGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aAgnuwT7sQg/s320/24094_338730107216_654752216_4082461_6830601_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The black stone with the silver writing which has a meaning to it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was the&amp;nbsp;door gift for everyone who came to the KKCM Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_oSrjG7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bo2vYNigEOA/s1600-h/24094_338729962216_654752216_4082452_883429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_oSrjG7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bo2vYNigEOA/s320/24094_338729962216_654752216_4082452_883429_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me =D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_oSrjG7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bo2vYNigEOA/s1600-h/24094_338729962216_654752216_4082452_883429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_uQfynSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AERYVLWNXQQ/s1600-h/24094_338730077216_654752216_4082459_2958595_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_uQfynSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AERYVLWNXQQ/s320/24094_338730077216_654752216_4082459_2958595_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Me again, =) with Yashila.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mARsmiqmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/am_NhmSyzAI/s1600-h/24262_338786312216_654752216_4082561_6424016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mARsmiqmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/am_NhmSyzAI/s320/24262_338786312216_654752216_4082561_6424016_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Durka, Yashila and Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mARsmiqmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/am_NhmSyzAI/s1600-h/24262_338786312216_654752216_4082561_6424016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mAfN2UT-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1oLVzA7kIk8/s1600-h/24262_338786792216_654752216_4082587_968804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mAfN2UT-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1oLVzA7kIk8/s320/24262_338786792216_654752216_4082587_968804_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mAfN2UT-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1oLVzA7kIk8/s1600-h/24262_338786792216_654752216_4082587_968804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Shalini and Shalini =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mBgTSgcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N8GtPDyQF4A/s1600-h/24094_338730092216_654752216_4082460_8219795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mBgTSgcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N8GtPDyQF4A/s320/24094_338730092216_654752216_4082460_8219795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lion Dance &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mBgTSgcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N8GtPDyQF4A/s1600-h/24094_338730092216_654752216_4082460_8219795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mBk6AlTVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7RH6zzmOZXg/s1600-h/24262_338785877216_654752216_4082538_3499896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mBk6AlTVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7RH6zzmOZXg/s320/24262_338785877216_654752216_4082538_3499896_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Platter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mB0uFWWrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SCWXwaEUUDU/s1600-h/24262_338785892216_654752216_4082539_5640090_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mB0uFWWrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SCWXwaEUUDU/s320/24262_338785892216_654752216_4082539_5640090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braised Shark Fin Soup with Shredded Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mB926m8FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h8V-7-TrjJM/s1600-h/24262_338785897216_654752216_4082540_24855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4mB926m8FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h8V-7-TrjJM/s320/24262_338785897216_654752216_4082540_24855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homemade Bean Curd with Mushroom and Spinach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4962436203650564875?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4962436203650564875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4962436203650564875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4962436203650564875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-night.html' title='Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ CNY Night Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S4l_ElDFEGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aAgnuwT7sQg/s72-c/24094_338730107216_654752216_4082461_6830601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-7126467744351908490</id><published>2010-02-25T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:34:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ End of Blok 5 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last paper to sit for in 2 and half hours time with not much preparation and also with much lack of sleep for the past few days. Done doing some notes and did some reading for the exam but eventough the paper is objective, it happen to be not that easy at all. But most importantly, blok 5 is done! Next is blok 6. Hopefully not as dreadful as blok 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-7126467744351908490?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7126467744351908490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-blok-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7126467744351908490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7126467744351908490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-blok-5.html' title='~ End of Blok 5 ~'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5650599950350843047</id><published>2010-02-20T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:09:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Mail My ♥ When There Is Distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3_AqwgVA8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/BE7TEidxSlM/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3_AqwgVA8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/BE7TEidxSlM/s320/Picture+261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;19th January 2010, 4th Month Anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3_CJLI-I-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/WXwZIzjIVns/s1600-h/22531_104234169601221_100000439155950_105605_3880164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3_CJLI-I-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/WXwZIzjIVns/s320/22531_104234169601221_100000439155950_105605_3880164_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;14th February 2010, 1st Valentine's Day Card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5650599950350843047?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5650599950350843047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-mail-my-when-there-is-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5650599950350843047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5650599950350843047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-mail-my-when-there-is-distance.html' title='I Mail My ♥ When There Is Distance.'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3_AqwgVA8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/BE7TEidxSlM/s72-c/Picture+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-384409142340415116</id><published>2010-02-19T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:44:18.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!..Exam!..Exam!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuurhabibah.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/exam_comic4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://nuurhabibah.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/exam_comic4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exam, not the favourite time of any of my studying experience. Wether when it was primary to secondary to college till now my university life. Exam is one thing that i really don't like not because oh shit! guess wat while i was writing this the stupid electricity just went off! How sad and unlucky. And this is one thing that i hate about being in this hostel, its because of the electricity cut and making the not-having-the-mood-to-study even worst than ever. Just hope that ill be just so lucky to manage to answer all the Qs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-384409142340415116?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/384409142340415116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/examexamexam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/384409142340415116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/384409142340415116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/examexamexam.html' title='Exam!..Exam!..Exam!..'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2657327748663500333</id><published>2010-02-16T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:56:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Khan, and I'm Not A Terrorist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3poTYglWHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZdgwQ0QLk4A/s1600-h/MNIK-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3poTYglWHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZdgwQ0QLk4A/s320/MNIK-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3poNYpt6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AwMOGoilk8I/s1600-h/My_Name_is_Khan_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3poNYpt6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AwMOGoilk8I/s320/My_Name_is_Khan_Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY NAME IS KHAN. A movie that would make everyone of us think what is love for, why do one need it. This movie have also personally made me think that religion has no longer atthe same height with humanity. Humanity is far beyond more than what we all think. We are borm in this world with no religion, what decides is who we are born to. MY NAME IS KHAN has clearly potraited that worls consist of only two types of humna, the good and the bad. Fighting for the right rights is good. Its never worth it to fight for your rights when it isn't the right thing to do. This movie will started pretty slow n steady and then the laughter comes in with love emotions tangled to it, then the sad part comes in with an ending that would make everyone think as humans we lived for our religion not humanity. This movie has it all from anger, war to love to comedy , everything in a movie. Most movie which has it all will probably sound so overdone but this movie is just perfect as it is. Hats off to Karan Johar and Hats off to Shah Rukh Khan to his act.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2657327748663500333?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2657327748663500333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-khan-and-im-not-terrorist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2657327748663500333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2657327748663500333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-khan-and-im-not-terrorist.html' title='My Name Is Khan, and I&apos;m Not A Terrorist!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3poTYglWHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZdgwQ0QLk4A/s72-c/MNIK-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4228843520871928358</id><published>2010-02-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:29:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of A Kind Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3f_LF7p6cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vQHFdXs64pc/s1600-h/vd3.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3f_LF7p6cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vQHFdXs64pc/s320/vd3.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gA9snIkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cbG3Iv83Cm8/s1600-h/vd.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gA9snIkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cbG3Iv83Cm8/s320/vd.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gByWNmBRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FYCb3zm7VLI/s1600-h/vd+5.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gByWNmBRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FYCb3zm7VLI/s320/vd+5.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gFyrAuP1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/bGFhO05vYyk/s1600-h/vd+2.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gFyrAuP1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/bGFhO05vYyk/s320/vd+2.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gGkrMfQRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rgF2_OhObSA/s1600-h/vd+6.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3gGkrMfQRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rgF2_OhObSA/s320/vd+6.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a week and a half ago I saw the new entry of cuppies on FB by Cupcakes Chic which is situated at Curve, Damansara. The cuppies was really the perfect Valentine gift for my Hun. So, I sat down and thought about a plan. How nice if i could irritate him and end of of it grant him a perfect Valentine gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made him pre-book the cuppies claimed that it was for my tuition teacher &amp;nbsp;which is from her boyfriend. He totaly bought the story and helped me pre-book it and agreed to collect the cuppies on the eve of Valentine's day. He was always grumbling how irratated he was about helping some other people out on their Valentine's than doing something for his. But I didn't fight nor shout at him coz it was for him, the cuppies was specially ordered by him was for himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Valentine's eve, he picked the cuppies up and he sounded so annoyed and asked me where and when must I deliver this. That was the moment, i told him that it was his. At 1st I thought he would get so pissed off but phew! he didnt. I felt so happy that I could have a Valentine day with him eventough we are separate by distance. But distance always remains but love always grows and I always fall in love with him like i just met him. He's such a darling and i really do love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY , HUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4228843520871928358?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4228843520871928358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-kind-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4228843520871928358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4228843520871928358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-kind-valentine.html' title='One Of A Kind Valentine'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3f_LF7p6cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vQHFdXs64pc/s72-c/vd3.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4902815783480009988</id><published>2010-02-13T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:59:21.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as Ticketing Exco for D'nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MPIoET8dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1_Vb92EzgQs/s1600-h/logo+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MPIoET8dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1_Vb92EzgQs/s400/logo+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MQ_rHB3dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w0bGTDkMvzI/s1600-h/ticketbacknew+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MQ_rHB3dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w0bGTDkMvzI/s400/ticketbacknew+(2).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MaCURmg-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WQWKiIV5gZQ/s1600-h/ticketfrontnew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MaCURmg-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/WQWKiIV5gZQ/s400/ticketfrontnew.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D'Nite is the event the '09 Batch will be proudly present on the 6th March. Ticket was designed by Kuhan. It's a night full of events and im so excited for the night as it gets nearer day by day. Hope the event will be a success! will be back with more updates!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4902815783480009988?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4902815783480009988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-as-ticketing-exco-for-dnite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4902815783480009988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4902815783480009988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-as-ticketing-exco-for-dnite.html' title='Me as Ticketing Exco for D&apos;nite'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S3MPIoET8dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1_Vb92EzgQs/s72-c/logo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-229937863439549978</id><published>2010-02-08T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:02:00.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't stop blogging. Current updates.</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i have blogged. Current updates are that i have officially got myself involved in some event activities here in USU. The new batch which is the 09' batch proudly going to present our event on the ^th of march at the Nelayan Grand Ballroom with fully decoratedand beautified by Nelayan itself and not forgetting the food....owh...9 course meal of Nelayan food is to die for. delicious!!!!! &amp;nbsp;So far everythig went well after the tense of getting my part of job done which is ticketing. My ticket was specially designed by Kuhan. He is just simply marvellous in creating this. Can't wait for the ticket to be printed out. On top of all that, 2 more weeks to exam!!!! And i havent touched a single notes. I'm doomed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-229937863439549978?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/229937863439549978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-stop-blogging-current-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/229937863439549978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/229937863439549978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-stop-blogging-current-updates.html' title='I don&apos;t stop blogging. Current updates.'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1391190559151536373</id><published>2010-01-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:17:56.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPROVED !!!</title><content type='html'>I was the saddest person on earth last night when dad strictly said no to my trip plan. I was not only sad but i also threw harsh words to Charles due to my dad's disapproval. This afternoon i decided to send my dad an email on why do i really want to go for the trip to PD with my friends. After awhile a reply came in from my dad saying that he now approves on the trip. I was so happy. Immediately i called my Hun to let him know about the great news. and Koki got to know the news, she was so happy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1391190559151536373?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1391190559151536373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/approved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1391190559151536373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1391190559151536373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/approved.html' title='APPROVED !!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-6585155602247205006</id><published>2010-01-09T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:18:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Five Days !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the most , the best five days of my life. From Monday till Friday i had the best times. I feell like i am living a whole different life suddenly. My parents who are all the time concern where and whom i go out with now suddenly didnt ask much abt my whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, I went over to Charles's place to pick him and chill out together. It was the day where i had to get my brother's birthday present, decos and also his cake with 14 candles ! On top of all that things to be done I spent my time being with Charles walking around Midvalley like around it till i think that those mini stall shops caretakers totally identified us. We had conversations that we rarely had. We did things we hardly like being so happy and all so lovey dovey. We ate at this new shop in Midvalley called The Spaghetti Farm. I ordered the beef bolognese and he took the ham carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dXPq1mOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aR5iQso9C3c/s1600-h/DSC05132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dXPq1mOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aR5iQso9C3c/s200/DSC05132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dH_75QoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Li5gg2tJwIQ/s1600-h/DSC05129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dH_75QoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Li5gg2tJwIQ/s200/DSC05129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dt5BeTQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wN3rflhIL6E/s1600-h/DSC05143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dt5BeTQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wN3rflhIL6E/s200/DSC05143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dgHFoMtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IGNBY0Wo6xU/s1600-h/DSC05167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dgHFoMtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IGNBY0Wo6xU/s320/DSC05167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday, I had a plan to drink with my friends at this chinese restaurant where we could just chill out and make all the havocs we want at that shop called Ganda. Like its name,our happiness being there was definetely ganda-fied. I had great time meeting up with karu, darren koki, visa, vinot, his friend kuna, dhivya and thiban. Charles and my university friend Govinraja joined later on to the fun we were having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventough i only when over at 4pm which i was 4 hours late due to the fixing of new astro beyond i still managed to catch up with the fun and photo session. haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dgWbkCJFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AUOA03QOy0I/s1600-h/DSC05271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dgWbkCJFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AUOA03QOy0I/s320/DSC05271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dgCoJRirI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IRqKLz1UOhA/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dgCoJRirI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IRqKLz1UOhA/s320/DSC05260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dfsfR-rKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BqMWc-bKkD8/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dfsfR-rKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BqMWc-bKkD8/s320/DSC05228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday, I was then called my Laleetha to meet up with her for a drink at Wangsa Maju. I left home at about 5pm and reach at Wangsa Maju at 5.30pm. When i once reached menie came to pick me up from the station also my smart laleetha friend have locked her car with her carkeys innit. accidents do happen...well, shit happens! When i got to the incident spot hemaraj, sasi, chanduru, darren and few other some TARC juniors was there as well. After managed to unlocked the car we had some 'chaya' and then some booze. We had fun listening to sasi's crappings, songs and posing for some whacko pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dkO3Pf4nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fjhd1NrcWmM/s1600-h/DSC05375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0dkO3Pf4nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fjhd1NrcWmM/s320/DSC05375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday, I went out to Midvalley again with Charles to watch movie. We watched Old Dogs. it was really funny and we had good time watching and also laughing our ass off!. Then we had some tea time at Sweet Chat Cafe accompanied with a lovely conversations. We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_XmZGjk8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gdviojV-dCc/s1600-h/DSC05455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_XmZGjk8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gdviojV-dCc/s320/DSC05455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_YDOn6BGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zGpAVTkWe0A/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_YDOn6BGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zGpAVTkWe0A/s320/DSC05437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_XzT9mzRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hFaVFLE9wC8/s1600-h/DSC05445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_XzT9mzRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hFaVFLE9wC8/s320/DSC05445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday, we did the same thing but diiferent movie and different lunch shop. This time we watched The imaginarium od doctor parnasuss and we had some light lunch at Kenny Roger's. Indeed i had a great time with him!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_Yqym4JBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aw_GH4Ce4bs/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_Yqym4JBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aw_GH4Ce4bs/s320/DSC05482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_Y5HNyTiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6Az-_YCa5tQ/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_Y5HNyTiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6Az-_YCa5tQ/s320/DSC05485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_ZFAVW1II/AAAAAAAAAGk/USFPgs8VE_U/s1600-h/DSC05493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_ZFAVW1II/AAAAAAAAAGk/USFPgs8VE_U/s320/DSC05493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, now you see what i meant by FUNFIVEDAYS?! i had a whole weekdays to myself and i went out enjoying with no boundaries and no complications from my parents and im just loving everymoment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-6585155602247205006?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/6585155602247205006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-five-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6585155602247205006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6585155602247205006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-five-days.html' title='Fun Five Days !!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/S0_dXPq1mOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aR5iQso9C3c/s72-c/DSC05132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5830713872448109319</id><published>2010-01-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:09:21.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Reducing....NOoOoOoO !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, i have been 2 weeks in Malaysia. I cant imagine two weeks passed like nobody business. I had some good times being at home most of the time with my parents. Sadly now i only have 3 weeks to go and i am looking forward to spend good time with my friends. Hoping that the next 3 weeks would pass as slow as a century long cause i am not ready to return to indonesia soon at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5830713872448109319?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5830713872448109319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-reducingnooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5830713872448109319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5830713872448109319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-reducingnooooooo.html' title='It&apos;s Reducing....NOoOoOoO !!!!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-7430992164637761756</id><published>2009-12-31T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:23:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;New years come and go, so does new year resolutions. Some are achieved, some are remembered but unachieved and rest are forgotten. Last year's resolution I have achieved some, remembered some and rest forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2010, I have some dreams, some goals and some obstacles to go through and also achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the list or my 2010 resolution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Loose weight.&lt;br /&gt;* Solve skin problem.&lt;br /&gt;* Score better in my university. hopefully &amp;gt;2.5 CGPA&lt;br /&gt;* Get closer or make bonding stronger with parents and certainly to gain the trust i lost.&lt;br /&gt;* Let my parents know abt my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;* Colour my hair ( hehe, i knw its not much of a resolution )&lt;br /&gt;* Start some savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how my resolutions are getting lesser which not makes that i have less to achieve but it feels like these are the main ones that i need to accomplish then the small petty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully, 2010 will be a better year as 2009 was really a tough year for me. So much of barriers, tough times and now i just need some laid back life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-7430992164637761756?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7430992164637761756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7430992164637761756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/7430992164637761756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-resolution.html' title='2010 Resolution'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-275822338260087796</id><published>2009-12-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:22:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was good over at Charles's place with some Aunt Linda's rice, sambar, fried chicken, prawns sambal and the delicious punch done by Charles darling. It was Vinod's favourite of coz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 26th Dec I went to Govinraja's 21st Birthday celebration. It was fun and simply lovely to see him being th centre of attention and looking all good. He was just beingthe man of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, my family and I went to Kuantan for a family trip for 3 days and two night at Hyatt Regency Hotel. Was different as we didn;t swim much or go out to places much. It was either going out to eat or sitting in the hotel roomwatching tv ang gambling away. It was so relaxing and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-275822338260087796?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/275822338260087796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/275822338260087796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/275822338260087796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-events.html' title='Year End Events'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-8391306577485482588</id><published>2009-12-24T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:50:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating anniversary, i have never done it before. Like going out and really cherishing being together and celebrating the love we have for each other. So, Charles decide to have one and i was glad he did. It was awesome day out with him to the Nando's which i dont really like. But after eating what he ordered, i kinda like the sauces and rest of the food on the platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQaMAZDsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kgADO0e_zYY/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQaMAZDsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kgADO0e_zYY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later on, he gave me a jewellry box as an anniversary gift to me. i simply loved it. It was very beautiful and yet simple with gorjus colours! Inside had my wanted butterfly and love shaped pair of toe rings. It was really pretty. i loved it. Thank you hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQoJWJ7MI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Li_6a5MwbTQ/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQoJWJ7MI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Li_6a5MwbTQ/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then wanted to head off to Midvalley but sadly it was terribly jammed up as usual and we then went to his house. Eventough his house was being renovated with new kitchen cupboards being installed, his family was so welcoming. I'm glad still that they will be my future family. Snoozy, their shih tzu pet dog was extremely cute. After spending about an hour there. We shoot of to Teh Tarik Place at Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a joyful moment with Charles after so long without any disturbances and worries. He was simply awesome on this day. We had a great time spending time after months being far appart due to me studying in Medan. I cant ask for more. It was to perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQ07HyiPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sn712EJZyws/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQ07HyiPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sn712EJZyws/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-8391306577485482588?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8391306577485482588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8391306577485482588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8391306577485482588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary-celebration.html' title='Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SzLQaMAZDsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kgADO0e_zYY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-3895192977746621863</id><published>2009-12-20T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:13:11.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- BACK HOME ! -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.20PM &amp;nbsp;I sucessfully reached malaysia. Finally, it's home!!!! After leaving savena and govin raj and also rejecting savena's mom's requets to send me back home, i went to withdraw money to buy bus ticket to KL Sentral to go home. But sadly the CIMB Bank was temporarily down. The worst was about to happen. I then went to the other MEPS machine to withdraw, sadly that also wasn't working. Luckily i had some Indonesia Ruppiah in my purse, so i quickly rush to the money changer. When i went there a Malay lady was there. She sed that i must hav minimum Rp 100k at least to change then i asked if there was any other withdrawal machine. She sed the ones near the arrival, but i then told her what happened earlier. The agreed then to let me change Rp 30k to Malaysian money. Quickly, i rushed to the bus station and hopped into the bus. The bus left at 12.15AM and &amp;nbsp;reached home which is at KFC. Requested to drop me at the KFC junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I got down I was thinking where is my father or brother. Its then later i saw my brother. We then all shoot off to my favourite chinese shop at jalan Maharajalela. I had my fish ball mee hoon soup with chicken rice chillie sauce. YUMMY!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got home, had a warm shower and indulged more Malaysian food such as cookies and pandan kaya pau. After that it was time to rest myself. My bed!!! Had a really good sleep after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just glad to be back home !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-3895192977746621863?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3895192977746621863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3895192977746621863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3895192977746621863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-home.html' title='- BACK HOME ! -'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4691348329964095613</id><published>2009-12-18T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:52:56.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...::: 24 hours :::...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now there is just 24 hours to go before I leave my hostel to take the flight back home. Counting and counting and yes! I'm counting my hours down to go home. Before this was weeks then become days, and now it's just 24 hours to go. YAY! But what's worst feeling is to go home happy feeling with the super duper bored feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm going homeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4691348329964095613?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4691348329964095613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4691348329964095613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4691348329964095613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-hours.html' title='...::: 24 hours :::...'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-987683051138903126</id><published>2009-12-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:42:30.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>][ 3rd Month Anniversary and Christmas ][</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual I am still sending anniversary card to my boyfriend,Charles. It's the 3rd month now and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my usual place to order my card is from Trinkets n'Treasures. It was a wonderful card. It looked really wild and super exoctic. Loved it the moment i saw the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sypp29To_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l83lN8uvy4Q/s1600-h/3rd+anniversary+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sypp29To_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l83lN8uvy4Q/s320/3rd+anniversary+card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy that I'm stuck with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Christmas was around the corner I thought of sending a Christmas card to Charles and his family as it was Christmas timee!!!! So I picked one card that I liked from few of the cards posted in FB. It also reached the same time as the anniversary card. I was glad that Charles and his family loved the card and i was glad in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SypsReYLmAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Rw2U6LxjfMQ/s1600-h/christmas+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SypsReYLmAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Rw2U6LxjfMQ/s320/christmas+card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas Uncle Raymond, Aunt Linda, Charles, Kevin and little Brandon !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-987683051138903126?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/987683051138903126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-month-anniversary-and-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/987683051138903126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/987683051138903126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-month-anniversary-and-christmas.html' title='][ 3rd Month Anniversary and Christmas ]['/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sypp29To_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l83lN8uvy4Q/s72-c/3rd+anniversary+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1195604370303314482</id><published>2009-12-13T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:36:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Finally, It's Over *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;If you were thinking what's finally over, hell yeah, exam are over with just one more remedial paper to sit and i'm so free. Blok 4 results will be out on Wednesday and hopefully there would not be any remedial for me as the paper was marvellously easy and was fantastically fine.&amp;nbsp;Hoping to ace it and enjoy my holiday back in Malaysia starting 12am Sunday morning when that is tyhe predicted time to be home after i land at LCCT on Saturday night at 11.20pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I caannot believe it that semester one is over . Time flew like a blink of an eye. sure hell it did.Now all i gotta worry is how amy i gonna have fun and spend my holiday as fun as it could last me another semester in Medan which starts next month. Well, let's not talk about next semester and Medan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Goodbye semester one, Hello home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1195604370303314482?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1195604370303314482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-its-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1195604370303314482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1195604370303314482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-its-over.html' title='* Finally, It&apos;s Over *'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1480735093367030745</id><published>2009-12-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:41:03.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Struck by Sadness +</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Pendrive lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st my pendrive, two actually,so its pendrives are lost. Sadly i gave to my friend to get some slides from the lecturer to be saved but it ended up missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for that, it was a big headache for my indonesian friend to repay me for the lost of my pendrive. He was forcing me to get one here in Medan when im not so interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, finally he agreed to pay me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd one is my results. I was trully scared and scared again to see my results. Especially my 3rd block as I know it's not gonna be a good score indeed.&amp;nbsp;For block 2 I scored a B and sadly block 3 I scored a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought the next whole week i could spend my time lazing, bumming around and doing nothing at all but no, i have to study for one freaking subject that brought me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully, ill do better for my remedials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1480735093367030745?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1480735093367030745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/struck-by-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1480735093367030745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1480735093367030745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/struck-by-sadness.html' title='+ Struck by Sadness +'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-6114968793960006249</id><published>2009-12-09T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:23:09.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 more days!! YIPPIE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the 9th of December. yippie! I finally have the last double digit countdown now. Ten more days and i will be happily heading back to MALAYSIA ! tanah air ku! so can't wait to go home and see my family, lovelies and have some real good food which i so darn miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-6114968793960006249?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/6114968793960006249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-more-days-yippie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6114968793960006249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/6114968793960006249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-more-days-yippie.html' title='10 more days!! YIPPIE !!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4740484241676090883</id><published>2009-12-07T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:19:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Sunday  =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;As in my previous, makalah blog. I only slept at 4+ AM in the morning. Due to over exhaustion and lazyness, I managed to force myself to get up at 4pm sharp. I quickly switched my lappie on and logged on to my facebook and my msn. After awhile, i was off to take my bath which i knew i was going to get frozen with the water as Medan just had its rain like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Water was as expected. extremely cold but managed to get fresh and clean. I then sat back on my lappie, it then someone knocked the door and it was Ashley =) my hostelmate cum classmate. She came to pass a message that we are supposed to get a power point presentation done for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WTF!! &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I opened my block book to find that my topic was urgh! BORING! looking at the subtopics, i was not that irritated yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, i happily looked up the net knowing that i'm gonna get done with this in no time and then i'm gonna surf the net and spend my rest of the Sunday just doing some crappy stuff with my lappie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, the situation appeared the other way around. I don't seem to get much info on the net neither the book too. So, i just did with the information i had and then when i looked at the time. it was 1.53AM. SUNDAY IS OVER! It's Monday already. And my back is aching but im not tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;How sad that my Short Sunday end so fast pathetically with an unexpected assignment to do. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4740484241676090883?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4740484241676090883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/short-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4740484241676090883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4740484241676090883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/short-sunday.html' title='Short Sunday  =('/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2454527140350477379</id><published>2009-12-06T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:18:43.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I'm done with my makalah with much effort and help from the book and the web. 12 hours and a couple of breaks in between. phew! Hopefully, its the right thing i did. No pain, No gain. Now, i just gotta get it print and pass it up. i'm off to bed now to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2454527140350477379?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2454527140350477379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/makalah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2454527140350477379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2454527140350477379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/makalah.html' title='Makalah'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1549355941173184952</id><published>2009-12-06T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:20:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Shalini's 19th Birthday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Shalini Sundrarajah, my aunty, not reli aunty just metaphorically, we call her aunty or also known as pinky.&amp;nbsp;You wonder why too that we call her pinky? She loves pink and has this reli striking coloured bag which is pink in colour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I only knew her for a year but that one year was amazing being with her and having her around our group of whacky friends. She was the cute bubbly gurl that we all like. Not only that she was the one that made words simple to pronounce especially J. J is known for jealous. So, we would like say to someone who we think that they are jealous, "You're just J! ". She will come up with various things to say and it will be so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Today, 6th December 2009, she turns a year older. She's 19 and the last year of her teen years. Sadly, I am not there to throw her a birthday gathering or party neither be there to hug her and wish her happy birthday. So, I sent her a card, a birthday card. Was made by Trinkets n'Treasures. It was really pretty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sxlh4nDUGAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DefRiFYtb5E/s1600-h/Shalini%27s+birthday+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sxlh4nDUGAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DefRiFYtb5E/s320/Shalini%27s+birthday+card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;She received the card just few days ago and she really loved it. She loved the deco and the message written innit. I'm glad i could still be here in Medan and also be a part of someone's special days by just sending a simple note or card to wish them. I'm glad that I sent her card on her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Shalini Sunds!! Love ya gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1549355941173184952?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1549355941173184952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/shalinis-19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1549355941173184952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1549355941173184952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/shalinis-19th-birthday.html' title='♥ Shalini&apos;s 19th Birthday ♥'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/Sxlh4nDUGAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DefRiFYtb5E/s72-c/Shalini%27s+birthday+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5404359698504506508</id><published>2009-12-05T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:06:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Diskusi +</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Diskusi a.k.a discussion. Every block we have discussion based on a problem given in our block book. Roshini, a tall girl which is in my discussion block would always talk as much she can. She is indeed amazingly good with her points, well she definitely does her research well before a discussion. But, today was not so her day. She as usual talk so much that the whole class get annoyed and we would just wait till she finishes so that we could jump to the next learning issue to debate or give out our points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's discussion was rather fast and short. As it is Saturday and also seems to get really dark outside at 2.45pm in the afternoon, we just wanted to get done with it and get home. After that, she boldly asked a Q on the difference of two matters which what came to my mind is you gave out your points which is correct and then lastly you ask whats the difference...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is she just trying to be dumb or she just prepares scripts to talk in class. i then happily explained to her in a harsh manner the difference in English, which made the class glad with what i told her. Finally, i did what i have been wanting to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BANG HER KAO KAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5404359698504506508?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5404359698504506508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/diskusi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5404359698504506508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5404359698504506508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/diskusi.html' title='+ Diskusi +'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5574213231763071409</id><published>2009-12-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:24:17.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For most people, being in love and being in a relationship with the person you love the most can mean in many ways. For me, its all so heavenly as everything is as smooth as a a ship sailing on a stagnant calm sea, with no barriers and objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 2 months that I have been with Charles Ronraj and nothing could i ever wish more goodness to happen to us than being to able to be with each other and love him as much as i love myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most people only celebrate anniversaries yearly, but i think celebrating it monthly isn't that bad after all. Celebrating our love which we have for each other doens't seem so paranoia at all. It's just that we love each other much and we are happy every month that passed we still care, love and trust one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 2nd month of our anniversary, since I'm all the way in Medan,Indonesia, it would be a godd surprise for him that i send him a card. I missed the 1st anniversary but i told myself that i'm not going to do so on the 2nd one. I tried finding for a unique good card but sadly Medan wasn;t that card shopping place at all. Then came up Trinkets n'Treasures. They save my anniversary day by helping me with a handmade card. It was just as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SxkMgjyKseI/AAAAAAAAADw/0vnJ-jIuS80/s1600-h/2nd+anniversary+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SxkMgjyKseI/AAAAAAAAADw/0vnJ-jIuS80/s200/2nd+anniversary+card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;" In the garden of my heart love bloomed for you" the card was as pleasing as the love quote on the card had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanx to Trinkets n'Treasures they made my 2nd month anniversary special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5574213231763071409?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5574213231763071409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-month-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5574213231763071409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5574213231763071409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-month-anniversary.html' title='2nd Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SxkMgjyKseI/AAAAAAAAADw/0vnJ-jIuS80/s72-c/2nd+anniversary+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2572726830103741159</id><published>2009-12-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:58:00.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Blok 4 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blok 4 hav officially started couple days ago. Not so exciting subjects but still we have to study it and ace it no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;peraturan-peraturan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;bioetika&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;medikolegal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;etika penelitian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the 4 subjects that we are currently. We need to study these subjects. They are equally important but why?!, why are the lectures are so boring and not exciting at all. From the day i started my classes here in USU, not even one day I enjoyed the lecture class. For now, i just hav to pray and hope for the best to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2572726830103741159?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2572726830103741159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/blok-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2572726830103741159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2572726830103741159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/12/blok-4.html' title='~ Blok 4 ~'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-3164161050385237896</id><published>2009-11-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:38:37.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This are not the type of friends we need!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why be a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;? why condemn about others so badly and what makes you think that you are such a good person yourself? gossiping. its good and bad. the good part is you have fun listening to all the crappy stuff but what makes you a bad person is you spread it around to show that you can beat CNN Live News. why do such? have you ever thought about the person you gossip? maybe he/she isn't that kind of person at all. maybe she just the nicest person and because of that people tend to make her into a bod one. if the person really have done something wrong. if it happens that you cant shut your mouth just know it and keep it to yourself. why spread? what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGQulaAKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Spzd7u24nU/s1600-h/habits-female-gossiping-400a062507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGQulaAKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Spzd7u24nU/s320/habits-female-gossiping-400a062507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400256558183491746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i know that one person downfall is another person's achievement. i dont see the value of friendship. helping each other up anymore. what happen to all that? what is it in life you get or achieve or you feel satisfied for being such? helping a person up and sharing everything both have succeeded, is that a big burden? we all should learn one thing that when we are far away from family, friends, yes i did mention friends. they are the one we need to shed our tears, share the happiness and support each other at any times. cause the closest to us when we are in trouble or need, are our friends.   value and cherish friendship. then you would know what is it like to have someone who cares about you and worries and at the same time cherishes your achievements, happiness or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGQ-oEqF2I/AAAAAAAAACg/nCveiOdRvU4/s1600-h/gossipers_get_fired_xlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGQ-oEqF2I/AAAAAAAAACg/nCveiOdRvU4/s320/gossipers_get_fired_xlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400256833777178466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure that most parents don't fully trust their child's friends. this is very very norm. cause some friends tend to pull down their friends when they are in deep shit or in urgent help but when they have the chance to come out of it. they will only save themselves not their friends. this makes parents to come up with such statements.why make friendship something that can be created easily and demoslihed easily too. why? i feel ashamed to those who do so. all i can say is karma will hit you back. watch what you do. enjoy life. and remember what goes around , comes around haunting U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGRr9duJJI/AAAAAAAAACo/sk5rYRgTtuI/s1600-h/what-goes-around-comes-around_d50def0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGRr9duJJI/AAAAAAAAACo/sk5rYRgTtuI/s320/what-goes-around-comes-around_d50def0e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400257612613559442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-3164161050385237896?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3164161050385237896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-are-not-type-of-friends-we-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3164161050385237896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3164161050385237896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-are-not-type-of-friends-we-need.html' title='This are not the type of friends we need!'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGQulaAKKI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Spzd7u24nU/s72-c/habits-female-gossiping-400a062507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-3915310487191368451</id><published>2009-11-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:58:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Love or Trash ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGUjcZ5eZI/AAAAAAAAADI/X8kFF-KnKBc/s1600-h/Loving_Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGUjcZ5eZI/AAAAAAAAADI/X8kFF-KnKBc/s320/Loving_Couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400260764835084690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When will you know that they have found the right person? when will they know that he/she is the lasting love of their life? when? after being in years of relationship? after one week of being together? how can we measure this? the fact is you can measure love or its lasting-ness of it. when you feel it is right and everything is smooth then it is. its all about the inner feeling of ourselves and also the confidence one has on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGSuoJxuRI/AAAAAAAAACw/clzKPc_-yyk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGSuoJxuRI/AAAAAAAAACw/clzKPc_-yyk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258757943998738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGTqct8pyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/svMKriB7Xu4/s1600-h/break-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGTqct8pyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/svMKriB7Xu4/s320/break-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400259785666635554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people tend to go far apart, throw all the happy times away just for one mistake done between them. why? is the partner did something that is undeniable and forgettable, then leaving them behind for the sake of better life. indeed it is okay. what about those relationships that they throw away just for something small? what happens to the love they had? what happened to the promises? the words and love they meant to keep it going for eternity? was it all for love sake? for the sake of loving him/her for that moment? making them as an accessory. one thing we should mistakes are avoidable. its either we can accept the&lt;br /&gt;consequences or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGVuGlj-bI/AAAAAAAAADY/07BKGEYfzyA/s1600-h/fighting-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGVuGlj-bI/AAAAAAAAADY/07BKGEYfzyA/s320/fighting-couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400262047468616114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGVnQaDH_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yeFs-tILRSU/s1600-h/couple-fighting10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGVnQaDH_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yeFs-tILRSU/s320/couple-fighting10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261929845596146" 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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving someone takes a lot of strength, courage and responsibility. to keep them happy and not letting them down at any state. why love when one cannot keep it alive? why kill the love and tarnish love when we are the one should be ashamed at? love your partners truly and live the love up to its best. after all its not some trash you can throw it away. its someones feelings.&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/2190179782272632744-3915310487191368451?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3915310487191368451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-or-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3915310487191368451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3915310487191368451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-or-trash.html' title='~ Love or Trash ~'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SvGUjcZ5eZI/AAAAAAAAADI/X8kFF-KnKBc/s72-c/Loving_Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1793601376440762054</id><published>2009-11-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:39:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- in the dark -</title><content type='html'>How unlucky would i be on a halloween night? well, excited to hit the club on a halloween night at medan's one of the best club to be in on a happening night. hell no, my room light flicked out of no where. that was really freaky as it was halloween night and this happened when my whole hostel was very very quiet. everyone was out on this night for somesort of a reason. it was only me and my roomate at that night. it was a spine chilly experience for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then we happily head to enterance. but sadly when we got there, we had no chance to have fun that night there as it was more than packed. we would be clubbing in a sardine can. so the best is to cancel the plan and balik. it was halloween but sadly we had to just go home with no hope to spend much fun on this night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1793601376440762054?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1793601376440762054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1793601376440762054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1793601376440762054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-dark.html' title='- in the dark -'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-8545663044764310387</id><published>2009-10-31T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:56:56.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ emptiness +</title><content type='html'>why is it life became so difficult to hurdle through suddenly? why is it without them it's all so different now? if you was thinking what i am talking about is my friends. i love my friends. care for them more than i do for myself. why? i wont say i dont know. i know. i love them for they are and who they have not changed into. they are just as perfect as they are and as truly and loving like they have also been when i need them during my sad happy and every emotion times. but now, its all about missing them, thinking about all the good times we had. all the unforgetable times. they are miles away. across the 'selat melaka'. why such separation making me feel all so sad. i guess the fun times where more of done with it and it back to responsibilties and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my wangfly and segians =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-8545663044764310387?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8545663044764310387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/emptiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8545663044764310387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8545663044764310387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/emptiness.html' title='+ emptiness +'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-5596879406221404914</id><published>2009-10-06T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:14:00.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   19th September, it was a rainy day. i knew something was up his sleeve. something that i waited for a very very long time, yes that is exactly what i meant. something that anyone in my place will long that for. just to be in the arms of the person that you dearly love. him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove off to some where which i don't know at that time. the destination to the place he wanted to take me. i then guessed it well the destination he was taking when i knew he passed Bukit Damasara and Kepong. i knew it was Desa Park City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He make sure i shut my eyes so that i could not figure out what was he up to. holding me tight to not let me trip while i walked closer and closer to the place. when i opened my eyes, i saw this place a unexplainable place. a bench under grown ferns and there was this cute little choco and cheese cake right in front of my very naked eyes on a beautifully multicolored cloth and two candles with the exotic looking stands to complete that night. he wished me happy belated birthday and then the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he proposed to me to be his girlfriend, i was just blank and i happily said yes with zillion of butterflies flying in my tummy feeling. was that wonderful feeling i had. was the time that we both waiting for - this day completed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you hun for everything, love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-5596879406221404914?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5596879406221404914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5596879406221404914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/5596879406221404914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-2279919773994450823</id><published>2009-10-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:39:18.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurdles in Medan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13th August, i can still remember it was a Thursday. i was very happy and excited to not only pursue my degree studies in another country but to get some freedom as i was also wanting to be a free bird. mommy came along as traveling out of the country was my 1st time, so i didn't want to get all so lost and clueless about everything. it was very helpful of mom to come along as i got everything done even tough she was very very sick at that time. the moment i reached Polonia airport of Medan, i was more than shocked when i 1st saw the airport. it was quieter than the Subang old airport and it smelled of old wooden architecture. it reminded me of Melaka. maybe it smelled of old historical place. after settling some paper works, we were sent to check out and settle down at our hostel. was expecting something good. but damn, it all went trashed when i saw my room. it was pathetically small with one bulb which i doubt of delivering much light out. but i was wrong. it was as bright as the whole room had enough. and we were suppose to share as the room sharing cost cheaper. my roommate is from Kuala Lumpur too. she is 19 and yes a smart person. i also had few other guy friends which i got along with till now. they are endlessly funny and amazing nice people. so before we started with the dentistry classes and all we have ospek which means orientation cum ragging from the seniors session. which i feel it completely ridiculous as i don't get any benefit from it then knowing the seniors are mean and some were nice. i would say everything was a 50-50 portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ragging was not into what i called the way they prepare us to become a better prepared doctors and dentists but personally it made me shoot up the anger towards. for the seniors we were plain fun and joke. trust me it was never about making friends or welcome us with wide open arms. we were more like refugees or victims or their play games and jokes. as time passed by i had anger grew day by day than trying to suit my new life here in Medan. its all part and puzzle of life. hurdles was the hardest in running and hell yeah it was hard for me to pass through very hurdle i had to jump, i fall on some and survive in some cases. all of this hurdles gave me more courage and lessons to learn from. people over here loved spreading news about each other....whether it was true or not, at least they want something to talk about. as long as there is something to spread. for me this kind of people are classified as empty vessel which makes so much of unwanted noises. they just feel superior with such attitude. but what their are hidden from is reflection if themselves. it sad to actually see how these future doctors or dentists portray themselves. HURDLES! i say. believe or not, i have not seen any newspaper yet but i get news about people faster than CNN or BBC. these people should study to become reporters or newscaster. they will make a good team together. don't u think so far based on what i have said.i have more hurdles to jump over and suffer or cherish the after effects. for now this is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-2279919773994450823?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2279919773994450823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurdles-in-medan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2279919773994450823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/2279919773994450823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurdles-in-medan.html' title='Hurdles in Medan'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1231825116098028201</id><published>2009-06-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:26:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>][ LOVE ][</title><content type='html'>this next write up will not be any different than the other blogs i have written so far. nuthing much have really changed. neither the weather or the barriers but one did. surprisingly it did! mainly due to the unexpected situation that i have made to make it happen out of the blue. i have come across such line where dont laugh at people's dreams bcoz they have one n you dont. i believe that when we dream of something is when we want something and we can opt to achieve it. one of the many achievements that needs a great risk into it is LOVE. what is love? is it justa word or its just a feeling? for me love is a feeling arises from one to another. it can be from opposite sex or same. love is still love. there is no identities for love, it doesnt know race, age, neither rich or poor. if u can love a person and give them the care, honesty, liability, trust and security. its more than enough one can ask from the person that he/she loves. loves ends all negativity and gives a start to positivity. if only people had love than racism, then war will never be existed. the world will be at peace. but nothing could be change when racism outshines than the ultraviolet rays. if only people had more love for each other, many things would stop from wars to corruption, everything negative that causes hatred. the LOVE is wrote about was mainly on people and how it linked to the world and also joining as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, love is also a connection created between a guy and a girl in general. it is when u feel your partner is no other different or awkward u feel towards him/her. he/she will be felt exactly the other half of yourself and everything else around feel so perfect.experiencing love will explain everything u will, want or should know. so start showing some LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1231825116098028201?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1231825116098028201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1231825116098028201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1231825116098028201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='][ LOVE ]['/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-3946682729257792213</id><published>2009-03-25T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:01:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Life and the unexpectations -</title><content type='html'>we live a life that we think we cannot change the endings of it. And that is the wrong thought that everyone have in mind where the beginning of it can be out of our bare hands but never the ending of it. every step or move we make in life, it makes a difference to either ourself or others. we never know. But doing whats right or what is beneficial to us is more important.sometimes we just never know what would happen to us in the future. Bad or good. we shud just be prepared for it n face it with full strength.many many unavoidable things happen. life is all about expecting the unexpected.so life live to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-3946682729257792213?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3946682729257792213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-live-life-that-we-think-we-cannot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3946682729257792213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/3946682729257792213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-live-life-that-we-think-we-cannot.html' title='- Life and the unexpectations -'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-302893475854714364</id><published>2009-03-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:43:18.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>][ thoughts of the heart ][</title><content type='html'>I see a free bird chirping away like it wudnt noe if it will be hit by a helicopter or even be alive till death has its call for it. But the point here is, it is freeeeee. Free-dom, thats the kinda thing i would wanna have know. wanna do something that i would have much fu and enjoyment with my loved ones and not get hurt at all in any way. Free to do something that i crave fro or keeps me going. Now, thats just merry merry wonderland thoughts for me. Snap out of it!... I'm in reality , the world of rules but nothing more than it. just gotta BARE THE PAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-302893475854714364?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/302893475854714364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/302893475854714364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/302893475854714364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-of-heart.html' title='][ thoughts of the heart ]['/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1836282111458540651</id><published>2009-03-14T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:51:07.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-LOST-</title><content type='html'>I wake up from a shiver,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Looking around hard,&lt;br /&gt;Seek nobody but just plain darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I find some light where nothing seem to be bright,&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for that truth,&lt;br /&gt;When i know im just lost,&lt;br /&gt;Is this my fault or my path,&lt;br /&gt;When i can't find south,&lt;br /&gt;Show me the sweet escape,&lt;br /&gt;From this eerie place,&lt;br /&gt;For all i know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1836282111458540651?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1836282111458540651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1836282111458540651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1836282111458540651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='-LOST-'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4843370233165704947</id><published>2009-02-12T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:23:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in miracles? When you get up in the morning, expecting something outrageous is gonna take place on that very day. Something good, something that is called miracle. Miracles happen when unexpected things happen out of the blue. We hope. We wait. Thinking that someday it will happen or either way. The existence of miracles is way out of our modern believes as its not proven scientifically. So why do we even hope for miracles to happen? These are the mind boggling matters that confuse us each and everyday. Matters that we hope to happen and you thinking that it will never happen, and when it do happen that is when one thinks that its a miracle. How bullshyting is that? Its the mind control that one should have of making things happen in our life and hoping and waiting to things to happen and assume it as miracle. Countless efforts will do good if we stop hopping for miracles to happen. So we should stop hoping for miracles than getting that fatty lazy bum of us and make some tiny effort to cherish more moments in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4843370233165704947?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4843370233165704947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-believe-in-miracles-when-you-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4843370233165704947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4843370233165704947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-believe-in-miracles-when-you-get.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-4665435021743696180</id><published>2009-01-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:45:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.stay strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living a life with full of suprises, well i wouldn't say those suprises where you would receive a lottery strike or someone leaves you a sweet love note with a single rose at the doorstep but those unexpected ones with heartbreaking. Those kinda situations are just hard to bare. To receive heartbreaking news or i shall say more of a unexpected suprise is just dreadful, what more in baring it full heartedly and at the same time being as strong as a tempered glass. Not to shatter into Ge-zillion pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being 21 this year is just as hard as i thought it would be when i should afford to bare everthing challenges at any circumstances. I have learn so much when i now know the real 'him'. The ' him' that i was totally blinded. Love is blind after all, right?...Love isnt like those times where when you say someone that you love them, they would feel like the whole ocean got excited and had a clean sweep of tsunami in your tummy or you would just feel like swimming across the Pacific Ocean with all the energy due to the happiness bloomed. But nowdays, love is like connective wires. It only connects if you got more voltage to supply the guys. Expecting them('him') to just love me right and being loyal was the hardest thing he needs to do. Like if he would love me, he would just get electrocuted or die. How can i ever taught or even stick around with 'him' when i knew all this was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i was blind by love again and again. Sad huh?...well it was more like the pathetic feeling i had in me when i knew i was not the one and was never the one for him. Staying strong was the best thing i could do know. Its not like last time, to make him realize that i could live without 'him' but it was about moving on and making myself happy for the short life i have. After all, life is short with just one shot and i would want to be the best and feel the best, not to ruin my life anymore. I have learned to protect and love who i am n search deeper what exactly i need and do to be the person i want than scarifying everything i got for 'him'. I'm just staying strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all life is a battlefield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-4665435021743696180?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4665435021743696180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4665435021743696180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/4665435021743696180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-strong.html' title='.stay strong.'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-8818313270288246232</id><published>2009-01-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:30:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year morning</title><content type='html'>i'm up early on the new year morning early with barely had a proper peaceful sleep last night. When i dozed of into my sleep at 12:00 in the morning i only heard the sound of all kinds of firecrackers cracking n fireworks bursting into the bright sky last nite. i would care less about the arival of new year and what it is going to happen next. All i wanted to do was sleep tight on my bed hugging my bolster like it would die if it had been alive. After few minutes i hear dad coming into my room wishing me happy new year as i was already half a sleep at that time. I would still care less but only wish him back for the sake of new year and the excitement they all had except for me.&lt;br /&gt;my family have left to the temple to pray but i wasnt able to go for some reasons. i was told when i was half awake that i should be up and get ready for breakfast and photography session. i was clueless and nothing more information was left. N yes i was also told to wear white as everyone in the family was.They would be bak any moment now. I better go get ready now. I have no idea was this year is gonna be like but i'm ready to face it all. Everything, each and every of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-8818313270288246232?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8818313270288246232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8818313270288246232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8818313270288246232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-morning.html' title='new year morning'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-8752318265046957502</id><published>2009-01-01T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:00:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 NEW YEAR RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>I have always never been keen to end a year or even start a year. I am just as excited as everyone else coz everyone else is. For me, its like another year with another year older to my age but everything else stays the same. So the new year resolution will not be much of a different thing to me but the same as previous years as i still yet to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;improve attitude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay away from problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop *******....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start reading more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;less phone calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loose weight!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more networking! i lovee this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hav more fun...cry less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get out of the country soon!...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love him more!! =p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use the word *fuck* lesser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut down anger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more organised&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more boozeee! haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i guess thats much about of what i can get out of my mind right now. Hope to accomplish most of it next year. * fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-8752318265046957502?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8752318265046957502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-new-year-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8752318265046957502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/8752318265046957502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-new-year-resolution.html' title='2009 NEW YEAR RESOLUTION'/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190179782272632744.post-1082568494405018285</id><published>2008-12-31T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:06:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>][ Quarrels with my mom ][</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   My mom and I are never really type where we would have the mother-daughter thingy. We often quarrel, just about anything and anywhere. It sounds really an awful time and i give that a hell yes! Its sad to know that my mom is not the type and changeable to the modern mom where daughters could just make them tag along wherever we go. She is still the type of mom who would act so strictly towards me like the world is gonna end any second and if i don't listen to her, the earth is definitely crushing into zillion pieces. Apparently that's the exact feeling my head feels, crushing into a zillion pieces. The only thing she will ask me to follow her to places not bcoz she wants me to follow or so called have a happy time out but just to make me a driver that i could drive her around to places and make me wait in the car like dunno for how long it would take her to get back. That annoys me pretty much but hmmm, still im just gonna do it to be the so called good daughter on act. God help me! why did i even take the driving license?...I just gotta drive everyone everywhere. Probably i should have just taken the bus driving license instead of car. Could just load everyone in and drive them anywhere. The best thing to do is listen and dump it all in the bin and buat bodoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190179782272632744-1082568494405018285?l=shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1082568494405018285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarrels-with-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1082568494405018285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190179782272632744/posts/default/1082568494405018285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shalinisuppiah.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarrels-with-my-mom.html' title='][ Quarrels with my mom ]['/><author><name>Shalini Suppiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934348403044340903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKrJWEOIm3E/SsmUOzheOkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XIvJBteMZQ0/S220/gathering+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
