<?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-30376099</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:15:39.083+08:00</updated><category term='KL ROX'/><category term='Whoohoo Weekends...'/><category term='PRANKS GALORE'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Bawani</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9185113672393061846</id><published>2010-02-20T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:45:26.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeee (random)</title><content type='html'>Been tryin to enter my acct but been unsuccessful till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chattin with my cousin earlier.. and his last sentence made me laugh like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:&lt;br /&gt;ask anithi except psp..&lt;br /&gt;ur periyamma very rich now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thina says:&lt;br /&gt;dowan larr&lt;br /&gt;i tell nex time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:&lt;br /&gt;kk.. sure ah?&lt;br /&gt;cuz we maybe comin down there very soon,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thina says:&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno..&lt;br /&gt;maybe sumwhr in march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thina says:&lt;br /&gt;2010 or 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thina says:&lt;br /&gt;great we all can die together yahoooooooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. part of me is worried bout 2012.. d other part juz can't be bothered..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9185113672393061846?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9185113672393061846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9185113672393061846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9185113672393061846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9185113672393061846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/wheeeee-random.html' title='wheeeee (random)'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2401999172787452007</id><published>2010-01-17T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:21:09.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad</title><content type='html'>Below is adapted from the movie Koi Mil Gaya stars Hirthik Roshan and Priti Zinta. Old hindi movie yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just calling someone mad won't do. The word "mad" doesn't make it clear what kind of a madman someone isand what category of madness she belongs to. For example, schizophrenia is madness. So are megalomania, obsession, psychpathy and mental inbalance. And there's also plain madness itself. And madness has no limits.Mad, idiot, crazy... are names for the mad. So are crack, cuckoo and dimwit. There are people who the world thinks are mad, but they aren't really mad. And there are those whose madness is not obvious, although they are mad! In short, this is a small summary on madness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try using it on ur friends!!! I'm gonna if i can memorize the whole damn passage!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2401999172787452007?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2401999172787452007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2401999172787452007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2401999172787452007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2401999172787452007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2010/01/mad.html' title='Mad'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7543936691565221430</id><published>2010-01-06T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:00:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Seriously.. first thing that came to my mind of 2010 is ... 2 more years to destruction!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I've quit my job.. Had fun with my relatives and now is 2010. I really have no idea what i wanna do. I think i juz wanna chill for  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on going to Ukarain in June. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7543936691565221430?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7543936691565221430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7543936691565221430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7543936691565221430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7543936691565221430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2590449303764572054</id><published>2009-12-23T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:35:36.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas...</title><content type='html'>Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my final day at work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantra Inc is Goodbye for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like a whole shit of burden is gonna be off my back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be free.. and like really free!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, wishing all u peeps a Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Sweet Xmas people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455561706874082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SzI4oArHJOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/wvGZFZTv9CI/s200/christmas-tree-main_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2590449303764572054?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2590449303764572054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2590449303764572054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2590449303764572054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2590449303764572054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SzI4oArHJOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/wvGZFZTv9CI/s72-c/christmas-tree-main_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3141081955040511944</id><published>2009-12-02T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:11:05.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM - a month away</title><content type='html'>I'm goin to quit my bloody job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.. and this time i'm very clear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to tahan for one more month. Till dec end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410563669723652610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SxYu_cCDIgI/AAAAAAAAA98/uRb5EVDWoS4/s200/happy-face.gif" border="0" /&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/30376099-3141081955040511944?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3141081955040511944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3141081955040511944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3141081955040511944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3141081955040511944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/12/freedom-month-away.html' title='FREEDOM - a month away'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SxYu_cCDIgI/AAAAAAAAA98/uRb5EVDWoS4/s72-c/happy-face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3179724163661480650</id><published>2009-11-23T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:35:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Vikneswari's wedding is done. This is in regards to my wedding program. It's like a load of burden had vanished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still have 5 more days of shooting spanning from next Monday (3oth Nov) till 20th December. I sooo can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i'll continue to work hard and i really need someone to drag me out to relax. My butt won't move on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my office will be my new home now. Due to d probs at home, i prolly will be spending more time in my office. And if i have d time, i'll be prolly drivin around since the car is now in my hands. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3179724163661480650?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3179724163661480650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3179724163661480650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3179724163661480650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3179724163661480650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-that-vikneswaris-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8250637622543183939</id><published>2009-10-31T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:25:14.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful or just being Nosey</title><content type='html'>My bro and I couldnt be bothered about the fact that we arent talking to each other. Or at least that's what i feel. But ppl around us, say frends, are d most worrying about that fact. And hey, even my mum got used to that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was my bro's best frend. Now it's my sec sch classmate who was a recruit under my bro. I don't get why these ppl bother. I mean, yea, they may be good frends but can't they juz leave it as it is? It's not as if it's a HUGE problem. This happens in majority of families. &lt;em&gt;(especially indians&lt;/em&gt;). But thing is that, all are speakin up for my bro. They are telling me the things he did. Which is working cuz i feel soo bad. But he started it. haha. Which is true. Cuz i didnt not talk to him first. Thinkin back, it all happened when i was angry at my mum about my bro. But i wasnt angry at my bro. Then he stopped talkin to me until now. I know a good talk will settle all this. BUT... niether me nor him would like to even start talking. I guess this is where 'ego' comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow found out what i wanna do in life. I wanna be in various businesses cuz now, i've got ppl askin me to be part of this and that. My interest still lies in Media. I've already got 2 proposal for short film project. One on already on the way while d other is at d moment juz talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great &lt;em&gt;(Nah... juz feel like sayin that...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8250637622543183939?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8250637622543183939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8250637622543183939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8250637622543183939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8250637622543183939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/10/helpful-or-just-being-nosey.html' title='Helpful or just being Nosey'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2429503598614324115</id><published>2009-10-25T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:29:16.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I juz looked thru my picture file and i couldnt see any nice pics to update, SO here's what's left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my major MTV i did comprimising of 20 Vasantham Artistes!!! It's for Deepavali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuRP9ulb6LI/AAAAAAAAA88/S7_KnCegAkg/s1600-h/Pic018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526175392360626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuRP9ulb6LI/AAAAAAAAA88/S7_KnCegAkg/s200/Pic018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was tryin to get the group pic but too much interferrence. But Rishi was kind enough to pose for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuRPhjHXJ_I/AAAAAAAAA80/94utOgvTU7E/s1600-h/Pic019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396525691277092850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuRPhjHXJ_I/AAAAAAAAA80/94utOgvTU7E/s200/Pic019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best i could take was side shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROdunRC7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ae-lrbQixGY/s1600-h/My+local+Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524526132595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROdunRC7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ae-lrbQixGY/s200/My+local+Fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Devi celebrated her 21st Bdae and this is my local family!!! Not all came thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROVqB8QbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/x_ZEH31uhck/s1600-h/Devi,+Me,+Senthil+n+Suen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524387463348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROVqB8QbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/x_ZEH31uhck/s200/Devi,+Me,+Senthil+n+Suen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The all time 4 cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROCUm3peI/AAAAAAAAA8c/sbfDLxh4S4M/s1600-h/DEVI+N+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524055295141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuROCUm3peI/AAAAAAAAA8c/sbfDLxh4S4M/s200/DEVI+N+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and d birthday girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/30376099-2429503598614324115?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2429503598614324115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2429503598614324115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2429503598614324115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2429503598614324115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-juz-looked-thru-my-picture-file-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SuRP9ulb6LI/AAAAAAAAA88/S7_KnCegAkg/s72-c/Pic018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-669553099771536891</id><published>2009-10-15T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:15:32.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Season.. Nah..</title><content type='html'>It's DEEPAVALI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent even stepped into Little India to view the deco and lights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, no shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is aint in the spirit of Diwali. Well, dad's still in Hospital. Got transferred to Ren Ci Community Hospital on Monday. I always hated d idea of sacrificing. Firstly.. had to sacrifice my 21st Birthday since my dad lost his toes then. If i celebrated, then my malaysian gang wld know the truth. Couldnt let that happen can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, because of him, no one has the mood for Diwali. That includes my aunts and my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i can't concentrate on my work daily. It juz worse that i dislike my workin environment. And i even tok to my boss abt freelancing.. and i can't. Urrgghh.. That's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad knows abt this, but whether he feels for it or nt, we dont know. He juz has tooo much ego... too much pride and him losing his bloody leg seems like a small matter. To him, maybe,, but to the rest of us .. NOO! That's where i come in. My mum advises him in a nice manner, She juz couldnt be mean to him. But i can. And she allows me to be too. My dad usually shuts his mouth, after i give him a lecture on life. And i love it. My mum smiles tooo. Yeah.. we're mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. he deserves it for makin our lives miserable. If he was an outsider, we would juz shut him off from our lives. Too bad, he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, life goes on. My nex update will be a Picture Update!!! Look out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Deepavali and Happy Holidays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-669553099771536891?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/669553099771536891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=669553099771536891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/669553099771536891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/669553099771536891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/10/festive-season-nah.html' title='Festive Season.. Nah..'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1169143402687775815</id><published>2009-10-03T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:46:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Getting Too Fast</title><content type='html'>Sure, we've always complain that time is either too slow or too fast. But not many of us stop and listen to people and to ourselves. Here i am, back to the main office. The past few weeks working at Tantra has been irritating but at the same time peaceful. That's cuz i was at d 6th floor whereby only 3 of us, Ross, Vicky and i were thrown there. Facebooking and msning most of the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, all have changed. Here i am, as i said before, back to the main office. Ross and Vicky has quit. Planning to quit has been going on for a month. Juz that they were asked to leave yesterday itself. Now, i'm d only remaining AP (Assistant Producer). Feels all weird now. The scent of Vicky and Ross ain't here. But i'll get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has lost his right leg. Below knee point. Many things have changed since then. Finance is one thing, having the strength to overcome these is another. I know my mum cant. Therefore i'm appointed as the spokeswomen. Whoever wants to know the story of my dad's leg, comes to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my cousin Devi is celebrating her 21st Birthday. Mum's nt attending as other relatives will be around. She says that she'll break down d moment she sees them. And i know she's do juz that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already October. Deepavali's coming soon. And i know that we're nt celebrating this year. Literally no one has d mood. But i know, as long the family is together, that's all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, me apart from being busy at work, i still took time off to show my "creativity"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388230327362926610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SsbW70Z0OBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9IiEmxkwclc/s200/Pic023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this is to label my huge stack of rough papers.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1169143402687775815?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1169143402687775815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1169143402687775815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1169143402687775815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1169143402687775815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-getting-too-fast.html' title='Life&apos;s Getting Too Fast'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SsbW70Z0OBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9IiEmxkwclc/s72-c/Pic023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3091164478677810473</id><published>2009-09-15T10:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:48:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Go or Not 2 Go</title><content type='html'>Tantra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sq79fDU7UNI/AAAAAAAAA78/GMRZ9hqtaJ8/s1600-h/Pic018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381517314665173202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sq79fDU7UNI/AAAAAAAAA78/GMRZ9hqtaJ8/s200/Pic018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sq7-4zjrx5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/e-zezsHhQvo/s1600-h/Pic019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381518856620328850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sq7-4zjrx5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/e-zezsHhQvo/s200/Pic019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3091164478677810473?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3091164478677810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3091164478677810473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3091164478677810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3091164478677810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-go-or-not-2-go.html' title='2 Go or Not 2 Go'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sq79fDU7UNI/AAAAAAAAA78/GMRZ9hqtaJ8/s72-c/Pic018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8012674568344788570</id><published>2009-09-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:18:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE</title><content type='html'>Finally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidiyalukku Illai Thooram (VIT) is finish! My first studio shoot on Fri, Sat and Sunday. Such a headache. This is my 2nd production and i've succeded. Made new friends, received good name and suffer as they throw me into the studio as one of the audience. Ugghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the VIT is a Tamil talkshow about life stories. Kinda happening. Airing on 24th Sept in Vasantham Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for it to air.. I guess my name will appear on credits.. Cross Fingers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8012674568344788570?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8012674568344788570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8012674568344788570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8012674568344788570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8012674568344788570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/09/done.html' title='DONE'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5880351870196171975</id><published>2009-09-05T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:24:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Days of Work</title><content type='html'>I made a wise choice. To get out and chill with Hana before my hectic week.. Here some pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7tnUrwFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/SADPeynmy5I/s1600-h/6172_123781131028_669216028_2521308_5664193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377645084892971090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7tnUrwFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/SADPeynmy5I/s200/6172_123781131028_669216028_2521308_5664193_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7UkfoZYI/AAAAAAAAA7c/to-dgqt4Aqo/s1600-h/Pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377644654636852610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7UkfoZYI/AAAAAAAAA7c/to-dgqt4Aqo/s200/Pic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last weekend was super tiring but rewarding too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7-jLMtfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Ls6KRRUG66M/s1600-h/Pic003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377645375837222386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7-jLMtfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Ls6KRRUG66M/s200/Pic003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the bride's bangle ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE9MdZ3oII/AAAAAAAAA70/xvM8AtHZmhk/s1600-h/Pic009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646714317938818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE9MdZ3oII/AAAAAAAAA70/xvM8AtHZmhk/s200/Pic009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the wedding. My cameramans and soundmans ROCK!!! Even my make-up artist whose new to all this felt part of the family. On the wedding day, it was 11 hours of fliming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, (Fri, Sat and Sun) is my studio shoot for a new talkshow airing in Sept 24th. There goes my weekend. This is literally my most hectic workin experience whereby we work for 14 days straight!!!  And i'm talking about including saturdays and sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try to update more pictures.. I do have quite a number but it's a hassle to upload em all..&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/30376099-5880351870196171975?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5880351870196171975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5880351870196171975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5880351870196171975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5880351870196171975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/09/14-days-of-work.html' title='14 Days of Work'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SqE7tnUrwFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/SADPeynmy5I/s72-c/6172_123781131028_669216028_2521308_5664193_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5879983646344176443</id><published>2009-08-23T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:42:52.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Schedule</title><content type='html'>Mon 24th Aug:&lt;br /&gt;Work at 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 4pm-7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 27th Aug:&lt;br /&gt;Work at 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 11am-12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 6pm-9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 28th Aug:&lt;br /&gt;Work at 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 6pm-9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 29th Aug:&lt;br /&gt;Work at 9.30am - 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 6pm -9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 30th Aug:&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at 5am - 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO MY LIFE PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is my job. No complaints abt that. I'm goin to go thru with the week i have. But i need a day break after this week. The only thing i'm worried abt is whether they will give me the break. As long my colleague Viknes is arnd, i guess i'll be fine for the week of shooting. We have to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to relieve stress on Sat with Hana. Took pictures but will upload em anther time... Promise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5879983646344176443?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5879983646344176443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5879983646344176443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5879983646344176443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5879983646344176443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/shitty-schedule.html' title='Shitty Schedule'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7584122528016443394</id><published>2009-08-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:23:33.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day In; Day Out</title><content type='html'>Was away during the National Day Holidays in Kuala Lumpur. Needed to see my Grandma. She didnt know i was coming. So i had to plan with my cousin Parry. Good shock i had given her. Went on Fri return on Monday. So i finally manage to take the public transport around KL. Took d LRT. Went to Petaling St, The Mall and some other places. Days pass nicely there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this, I took the 7.40am train from Tanjong Pagar Station to KL. Everything was smooth on Friday Morning. On Saturday morning, i got the news that 2 youths died on the Singapore railway track during that time. So, imagine if i were to take the Morning train on Saturday, God Knows what time i'll reach KL. Not that i was thinkin of goin on Sat.. but im juz saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Work last tues. Soo bloody tiring lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hectic since i was back. My colleague Viknes has been giving me survival lessons. Haha. He's been suffering like shit for the past 7 months. My sufferings has just began. I'll pretty much stick around Tantra until d end of the year. After that, we both pretty much will leave together. Let's see how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxiously waiting for the new AP to come. Bless the child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally waiting for time to pass for today. The Uncle Taxi team just left to JB today. Final shooting. Hope Vik is all well. Saw him earlier, he was soo bloody stress lah. It has certainly been day in; day out for us. We dread goin to work in this environment. D moment we stepped into d office, our vibes juz rises! We'll just have to stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i manage to crash everything that happened to me lately here. Today, i wil be leaving office early. Got to meet ppl and goin home early to rest, Been going late to work for the past few days. Uggrh.. Cannot keep this up i tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I manage to catch the movie 'UP' with Jafar and Hana. 'UP' 3D! 1 word: AWESOMENESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7584122528016443394?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7584122528016443394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7584122528016443394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7584122528016443394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7584122528016443394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-day-out.html' title='Day In; Day Out'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8711611202305223981</id><published>2009-08-03T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:18:44.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work and More Work</title><content type='html'>I gave THE LEGEND a miss to attend Mani's 21st Bday. Worth it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess so. Met some old friends, suprise to see one there and met a new friend. Oh yea.. to SUMATHI!!! Can't believe you have been reading my blog entries all this while without me knowing! So kindly TAG!! with your blog add! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right eye got all swell up ysdae when i woke. Couldnt open at all. After i wash my face, i looked into da mirror and was shocked! My right eye upper eye lid was HUGE!!! Showed my mum, she was shocked then she laugh. Had to apply warm towel over it all afternn. Made my hands all soggy. Thankfully, by night, the swell went down. Then i got bad flu. Uggrrh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in da office. Need to do loads of calling today. Have to settle things by Thursday and I've got a few personal stuff to do as well. Planning to go to KL this National Day Weekend. Can't believe that after months of procastination, I'm actually, literally, planning to go now. Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8711611202305223981?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8711611202305223981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8711611202305223981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8711611202305223981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8711611202305223981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='Work, Work and More Work'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2196092998194054691</id><published>2009-07-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:25:20.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo Smooth...</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Details in a Fabric for at least half of the day. Soo LOVE the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day at work has been rather smooth today. My supervisor and I click abit more then usual. I managed to get good rapport from  my colleagues. 4 of them to be specific. Left 3 more. My COE (which at d moment i'm terrified of) My Creative Director (which i havent got a chance to talk to yet) and My Senior Assistant Producer (which is a nice guy but he took sick leave so havent really work with him yet). Today i can see myself coming here daily and workin here for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my past few entries has been about work and always about work. But that's who i am now. I'm a changed person now. Wha Sey.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2196092998194054691?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2196092998194054691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2196092998194054691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2196092998194054691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2196092998194054691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/soooo-smooth.html' title='Soooo Smooth...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7356046043515060436</id><published>2009-07-30T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:22:46.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depress...</title><content type='html'>I'm depress.. like really depress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin anxiously for NDP. Plannin to take a few days off and head to KL. I really need to see my Grandmummy. Really miss her. I seriously feel one kind juz not seeing her for soo long. Last time i've seen her was last Dec. Yeah.. to some it's like juz a few months but to me it's like a few years. I can cry juz thinkin of her. Never felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my colleague Shima quit her job last Sat. Leavin me with Shit. And everytime i arrange to meet her, she's like 1.30mins to more then 2 hrs late. And many other factors. I'm soon to be done contactin her. Then hopefully my life can be more peaceful at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. i knoe i'm bloggin durin ofc hours but my bosses arent here. I guess they won't be here till abt 1pm. Which is good cuz i don't feel like doin my work today. Really tired. So gonna relax abit. Start workin once they're back, go for lunch and then later for sponsership meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7356046043515060436?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7356046043515060436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7356046043515060436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7356046043515060436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7356046043515060436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/depress.html' title='Depress...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3416296210175154082</id><published>2009-07-26T19:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:10:14.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JONAS</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzxlqQnC1oE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny... I soo love the "Creative Corner" Part.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Love Jonas Brothers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3416296210175154082?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3416296210175154082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3416296210175154082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3416296210175154082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3416296210175154082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/jonas.html' title='JONAS'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8308270753176712144</id><published>2009-07-24T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:35:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSH</title><content type='html'>My colleague Shima juz quit thru a SMS. Now I have to take charge of everything. I'm doomed.. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when things in office starts to life up for me, she has to do this. I understand that she has other important things. I'm beginnin to understand the pressure here. But i still am NEW!!! How d HECK am i gonna do her work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note apart from being piss.. I never thought i would say this but i love JONAS BROTHERS!!! Been watchin the JONAS serial since ysdae.. Hooked on it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8308270753176712144?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8308270753176712144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8308270753176712144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8308270753176712144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8308270753176712144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/crush.html' title='CRUSH'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5451137194563843229</id><published>2009-07-21T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:11:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chore</title><content type='html'>Goin to work every mornin 6 days a week has became life for me. I seriously miss my slpin till noon days. Yeah been doin that for over 6 months. Suddenly it doesn't feels enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start my day today, my body itched badly.. Applied baby powder courtesy of Wani's sis wedding.. My thumbdrive kena virus all thanks to my Godbro Karthik. Sure he didnt mean for it to happen but i've got work in it. Everytime i insert my thumbdrive into my new lappi, my heart beats faster then i think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin (my supervisor) is not in ofc yet. Which is good for me. I don't feel like facin him today. Not in da mood. Bet he still sleepin. Oh yea.. he lives on the 6th floor in our other ofc. Lucky him, He doesnt have to beat the mornin rush traffic daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have errands to ran by this week. To sch to submit my grad form; to Apsara Asia to submit my theory works; to Sounn Republic Ofc to hand accounts file to Joe and to AMK to buy shampoo! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5451137194563843229?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5451137194563843229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5451137194563843229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5451137194563843229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5451137194563843229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/goin-to-work-every-mornin-6-days-week.html' title='Chore'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-376683054694530138</id><published>2009-07-17T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:30:49.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..</title><content type='html'>Get this... I did literally nothing in da office ysdae!!..  I stored some folders in my ofc lappi and today it's all gone. Forgot the fact the my lappi is spoilt and i cant create my account in it. Shitto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i predict another borin day. My colleague Shima was nt arnd ysdae so i didnt have work. Today she has disappeared. I wish i can be dismiss early today since i do nth at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been facebookin from 9.45am - 6.30pm since ysdae and today might be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking HELL!! Just got the news that there was a Jakarta bombin at 2 hotels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-376683054694530138?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/376683054694530138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=376683054694530138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/376683054694530138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/376683054694530138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend..'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-497846891654803874</id><published>2009-07-15T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:28:02.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>I never thought that i would miss goin office on my birthday. I miss the times when i sit at my desk, surfin the net and facebookin in da office. Crazy as it may sound but i miss work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feelin of havin someone by my side. I hate it when people says that he's possible when he's not. I forgot the feeling of being in love and being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this day would juz pass. Nv wanted this day to come. Didnt know why i was soo excited abt it. Perhaps, countin down to it was more excitin then the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenin to Time of my Life over and over again today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-497846891654803874?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/497846891654803874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=497846891654803874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/497846891654803874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/497846891654803874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2760055181241977933</id><published>2009-07-13T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:58:03.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues...</title><content type='html'>It's MONDAY!! So yea... the Monday blues are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, i'm gettin Stomach upset. The uncomfortableness is goin on now. Makin me feel soo weak. No wonder i felt like vomitin earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague Shima and i were supposed to go out today for work purpose but she had injured her big toe and it hurts when she walk. So we have postponed it to tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed is my bdae and accordin to Shima, i can take off. Hmm.. Waitin for my Boss to get back from his meetin so i can ask. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2760055181241977933?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2760055181241977933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2760055181241977933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2760055181241977933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2760055181241977933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/blues.html' title='Blues...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1177958942861069514</id><published>2009-07-12T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:41:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Nights Early Morning</title><content type='html'>Fri has flimin till 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat had dance test in da afternn and then to flimin at church and to wedding reception. I know i screwed up badly with the artisit but i was sooo glad to know that my boss and the artist played a huge prank on my colleage and me. I went all tears. Was soo relieve to know that everythin was okay. But i did learn a huge lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i had to attend Wani's sis Wedding. Was late. Hehe. It went well. Now i'm beat. Gonna have an early night. I'm already lookin forward to nex weekend. I need my day off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1177958942861069514?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1177958942861069514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1177958942861069514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1177958942861069514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1177958942861069514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-nights-early-morning.html' title='Late Nights Early Morning'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-949080535198209845</id><published>2009-07-10T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:07:15.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno...</title><content type='html'>I dunno if this job is wad i can do but i do know that i wan it. Cuz i know that this job can help me go far and get any other jobs i want. Everyday i go home from workin thinkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Can i handle the late night works..  (reached hm at 11pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I forget stuff easily.. Can i handle the shoots and paperwork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Day 3.. And i've prep myself mentally. All i need from this workplace is for someone to constantly coach me along the way. I know i can do this.. As my mum always says.. "take it as a challenge".. (but i hate challenges!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-949080535198209845?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/949080535198209845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=949080535198209845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/949080535198209845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/949080535198209845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dunno.html' title='i dunno...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1104525009969344767</id><published>2009-07-09T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:49:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So yea.. finally after 6 long months, i've found a job. A job which i know it's damn tiring but worth it and loads of exposure in da media industry. Assistant Producer. So all that naggin from Wani sayin that i'm too choosy for jobs and me not listening to her was worth it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz started ysdae 8th July. Doing a Vasantham reality wedding program now. First day itself i reached home at 11pm. Tired. I havent met the company's crew yet cuz most of em are away overseas for fliming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got appointed on Mon and started on Wed. My initial plan was start on the followin mon so that i can visit my grandma first. Now i'm waitin for Nationa Day. See how my fliming schedule is. Giving my life now.. i doubt i can continue my Dance. My work timin is at times flexible and that means bloody long hours. So far today i'll be stayin in da office doin budgetin and others until 6.30pm. My senior will be doin errands for this weekends fliming. Slowly, i'll have to take charge of things. The worst part is that my day starts at 0730 when i wake and can prolly ends arnd 10/11pm.. and also travellin from one corner to another corner. Ysdae i spend more the 20 bucks on travelling. 8 bucks for bus rides.. and additional 15 bucks cuz i took d wrong bus from yishun to home. I ended up at changi. Was dreamy so i guess i didnt see the service n0 clearly..  Took a cab back hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See hw things goes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1104525009969344767?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1104525009969344767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1104525009969344767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1104525009969344767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1104525009969344767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1763189305610261767</id><published>2009-07-06T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:19:55.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good</title><content type='html'>My cousin sis studyin in Ukarain is at my place now for the holis together with my aunt and coussin bro who came down from KL. Been a blast soo far. At first, Pari (cousin sis) and i gang up together to disturb Thinaraj (Cousin bro) since he's the most loved and youngest. But now.. the 3 of us are up against our mums who r sistas.. It's sure fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml they'll be leavin.. hmm.. sad.. but hey.. we had out fair share of fun. I got a job finally. A Assistant Producer. 5 1/2 days work week. Startin on wed. Soo bloody excited!! Will update more abt the job on wed. Work at Paya Lebar so it's kinda far for me. But i'll get over it. Cant Wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1763189305610261767?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1763189305610261767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1763189305610261767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1763189305610261767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1763189305610261767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/good.html' title='The Good'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-6905403460921968077</id><published>2009-06-30T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:25:16.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SkkU8w5347I/AAAAAAAAA60/a7bM5_svXF4/s1600-h/Night_at_the_Museum_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352832666258891698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SkkU8w5347I/AAAAAAAAA60/a7bM5_svXF4/s200/Night_at_the_Museum_II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SkkU5QkbvOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Q8b8RWKkeIU/s1600-h/fake-transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352832606039424226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SkkU5QkbvOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Q8b8RWKkeIU/s200/fake-transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word for both movies: AWESOMENESS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-6905403460921968077?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6905403460921968077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=6905403460921968077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6905403460921968077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6905403460921968077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SkkU8w5347I/AAAAAAAAA60/a7bM5_svXF4/s72-c/Night_at_the_Museum_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7075519578685413252</id><published>2009-06-30T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:20:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY</title><content type='html'>Last sat after YTP. we had Aravind's dance choreo.. Mayhem sia.. Lazy to write things down.. but after that we had dinner and slack at National Library. At d stage area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found out that our dear frend Rabiah has a gift/burden whatever she wants it to be. I shall not state what it is but it is smth pertaining to paranormal. Bet some can get it. Hehe. Anyway, most of us were shock but after hearing that her dad has it too, Denesh was all out of Ghostbusters! We even made joke of it after we knew it was everywhr. Like it uses ez-link cards to travel on the buses with us.. and soo on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been really busy with the house. My cousin studyin in Ukrain is comin to S'pore on wed afternn. So mum and i have been cleanin the hse.. and i have been paintin the door gate and door frames Tiring sia.. Later will get up in da MORNIN to paint the remainin door frames.. At night have to wax the bloody sofa and perhaps clean my balcony door. Soo many fingerprints on it.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gotta check what time d flight is landin. She's already in Istanbul for transit but suppose to land in s'pore on wed afternn.. Hmm.. muz check!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shock to hear abt MJ death.. Grew up listenin to him sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Misha taught me some nice new malay words.. Gonna use to on certain ppl when the time is right.. Haha. CANT WAIT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7075519578685413252?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7075519578685413252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7075519578685413252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7075519578685413252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7075519578685413252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy.html' title='BUSY'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1013177510010251399</id><published>2009-06-21T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:05:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DPMM vs SAFFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;DPMM vs SAFFC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KRyXqCeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3KFnn6j-KoA/s1600-h/Pic000+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349795076801956322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KRyXqCeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3KFnn6j-KoA/s200/Pic000+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KRyXqCeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3KFnn6j-KoA/s1600-h/Pic000+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Match Kick-off time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KyY6SWDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/stGejFKbF1Y/s1600-h/Pic003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349795636903565362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KyY6SWDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/stGejFKbF1Y/s200/Pic003+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was certainly eye-catching. He was acting SAFFC Coach within the audience. Kinda amusing. People was makin fun of him though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KMqZ84VI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5Xx-VdhEV-s/s1600-h/Pic004+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349794988764750162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KMqZ84VI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5Xx-VdhEV-s/s200/Pic004+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5JmH-nTKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/mWiGOfqYnmo/s1600-h/DPMM++Celebrating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349794326688255138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5JmH-nTKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/mWiGOfqYnmo/s200/DPMM++Celebrating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full time score was 1-1. After 30 mins extra time.. no change in da score hence penalty and DPMM won. Shit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okok.. so we went to Jln Besar stadium to catch the finals of the league match and it was between Brunei DPMM and S'pore SAFFC. It was a nice match. There was soooo many chances for SAFFC to score but it's either the goalkeepr is darn good or SAFFC players does not have a strong force of the ball. I reckon' the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. still enjoyin my new HP Lappi. And this is the first post thru my new Lappi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin styudin in Ukarain is comin down to my place on d 1st July. Loads to prepare and we r gonna to BAKE!!!.. But first.. Room CLEANING!!! And house too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz 1 week left....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1013177510010251399?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1013177510010251399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1013177510010251399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1013177510010251399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1013177510010251399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/dpmm-vs-saffc.html' title='DPMM vs SAFFC'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sj5KRyXqCeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3KFnn6j-KoA/s72-c/Pic000+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1434241625313524165</id><published>2009-06-17T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:45:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>A convo between me and Misha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:i've been listenin to eng oldies lately..&lt;br /&gt;[c=#EA2F75]Frangelica Wallbanger[/c] says:LOl&lt;br /&gt;[c=#EA2F75]Frangelica Wallbanger[/c] says:omg&lt;br /&gt;[c=#EA2F75]Frangelica Wallbanger[/c] says: no more tamilian&lt;br /&gt;[c=#EA2F75]Frangelica Wallbanger[/c] says:HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says: haha&lt;br /&gt;b.a.w.a.n.i says:omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No more Tamilian!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh like mad sia. But it's true lah. We have been havin the craziest convo lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1434241625313524165?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1434241625313524165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1434241625313524165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1434241625313524165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1434241625313524165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3305662960450062562</id><published>2009-06-15T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:48:13.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss</title><content type='html'>Never been this piss for a very very very long time. People who know me knows that i don't get angry easily. It does take alot of effort. But 2 idiots made my past few days HELL. Firstly cuz of money and secondly cuz of me being a frend to another person askin him abt his personal stuff. 2 stupid minor stuff and they blow it up. I was slowly gettin sick of Mani. Now i soo dislike him. He soo likes to poke his nosey nose into other's matters and blow things up. No wonder Prateep dislikes Mani. If everything wld be run by me, everything and everybody will soo be in a happier place. I can sooo swear on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst is that, Mani can say that i don't know how to speak to a friend and he ask me to think before i speak. Like what the hell sia. He always says to his frends 'eh use your brains', and that is knowin how to speak to a frend?? SHEESH!!!  Such an asshole. His gf feels uneasy abt wad i did, he come and confront me. Hey asshole, ur gf feel uneasy, ask her to talk to me lah. Who d fuck r u to come in-between. Now i don't know weather Shaheeda (Mani's gf) is angry at me or not. And i cant even ask her why cuz my godbro ask me to lay low for awhile. Eh, u think this is gangs issue ah.. 'Lay Low'. They are sooo not helping the whole situation here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, i'm still piss at them. Because of them, i got a phobia or my hp ringing. Why?? That day, my godbro called me once.. i nv pick up. Then secs later, another time, and he kept callin and callin and callin.... Sooo annoying. The same went with Mani. Wassup with them callin my phone. I bet they forgotten how to use the sms system which is embbed in their phone. Oh well.. i cant do much abt it can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this date, Mani blames me for all that has happened. On the other hand, i couldnt care less cuz i'm innocent and their making a mountain outta nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: MISHA!!! NEED YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3305662960450062562?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3305662960450062562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3305662960450062562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3305662960450062562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3305662960450062562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/piss.html' title='Piss'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-371645341365468666</id><published>2009-06-10T01:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:55:12.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Years are coming on US....</title><content type='html'>Last sat's event at d Holiday Inn was sucky.. Emcee screwed up cuz he wasnt able to gather the audience's attention. It was a big crowd of 300 pax. Partly, the audience was sucky oso. Didnt corporate but that's to be expected lah. Our music volume also screwed up in the eyes of the bride. There was a bangra performance. Bangra performances and other dance performances need the music volume to be high so that they can feel the beat of the music and can perform better. But THE BRIDE!!! wanted it low. I do pity the performances. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6ckyXIVxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tL4DOIzQ4Eo/s1600-h/Pic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381963543369490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6ckyXIVxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tL4DOIzQ4Eo/s200/Pic004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cOmN8pAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oh6Rt4w2NhY/s1600-h/Pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381582326506498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cOmN8pAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oh6Rt4w2NhY/s200/Pic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cOmN8pAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oh6Rt4w2NhY/s1600-h/Pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6ckyXIVxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tL4DOIzQ4Eo/s1600-h/Pic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cXYBoVvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2aEx0gTIlmM/s1600-h/Pic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cXYBoVvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2aEx0gTIlmM/s1600-h/Pic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381733135570674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cXYBoVvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2aEx0gTIlmM/s200/Pic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6c7Bm4NdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/r68345agEDg/s1600-h/Pic010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382345593075154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6c7Bm4NdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/r68345agEDg/s200/Pic010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6ckyXIVxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tL4DOIzQ4Eo/s1600-h/Pic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6cXYBoVvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2aEx0gTIlmM/s1600-h/Pic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6c7Bm4NdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/r68345agEDg/s1600-h/Pic010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually, candles lit. I soo fall in love with that.. And apprently, the deco for the chairs and tables are standardize for all occasions. Except i guess they have another color theme in white. I suppose it's cuz of the economy downturn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since me screwed up, Philand and i lost our appitite to eat the hotel food. We were lookin forward to it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what i do like about my company is that, no matter whether we screw up or nt.. we still can bring our moods up to celebrate Eddi's Birthday!!.. He was bloody suprise an kept thanking us all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6dDDwrL4I/AAAAAAAAA50/pTWFBxwBmVc/s1600-h/Pic013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382483609988994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6dDDwrL4I/AAAAAAAAA50/pTWFBxwBmVc/s200/Pic013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6dItnnDaI/AAAAAAAAA58/22DQLIH_8-k/s1600-h/Pic014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382580745604514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6dItnnDaI/AAAAAAAAA58/22DQLIH_8-k/s200/Pic014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6dItnnDaI/AAAAAAAAA58/22DQLIH_8-k/s1600-h/Pic014.jpg"&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;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake proudly sponsered by Renu. Sorry.. unable to take pic of his very the handsome face lah. Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan and i was discussing abt who would get married first. Haha.. yeah Random.. Who u think?? We both thought it wld be Wan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we realised that we r oreadi 21.. The birthdays r coming.. Fast sey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-371645341365468666?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/371645341365468666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=371645341365468666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/371645341365468666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/371645341365468666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/years-are-coming-on-us.html' title='Years are coming on US....'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Si6ckyXIVxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/tL4DOIzQ4Eo/s72-c/Pic004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4095403261381776554</id><published>2009-06-01T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:59:04.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination</title><content type='html'>McKey... America's Next Top Model??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. i was voting for Sam.. I soo love her face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shift stuff arnd my room. Make it as cosy as possible. Yea i know i've been sayin this like FOREVER! But this time is real. (I soo hope soo..) Need to stop Procastinating!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4095403261381776554?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4095403261381776554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4095403261381776554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4095403261381776554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4095403261381776554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/procastination.html' title='Procastination'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3467957364515558299</id><published>2009-05-28T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:44:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bzl-MODLabs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bzl-MODLabs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last week. Summarise the day in a 6min video. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy preparing for my June 6th Event. Not easy.. tiring but hey.. this is what i wanna do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3467957364515558299?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3467957364515558299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3467957364515558299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3467957364515558299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3467957364515558299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-this-was-taken-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1231995415664988020</id><published>2009-05-12T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:28:50.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Hear Myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgkyLrP96xI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VWRxg7xnSZY/s1600-h/drilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850409766710034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgkyLrP96xI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VWRxg7xnSZY/s200/drilling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 9.30am, i woke up by the thunderous drilling noise from upstairs. Thought it would be over within minutes but NOOOOOOO... it went on for hours and hours and hours. It stopped at arnd 12. Lunch break mah... then continued again and time check now is 4.25. And yup, it's still &lt;strong&gt;DRILLING BABY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's soo bloody loud that my dad tried calling my hse fone and none of us heard! I couldnt even hear the tv nor even MYSELF. My mum and i were like talkin out loud to each other until we ourself got frustrated taking. When will this end... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm goin up later to check on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1231995415664988020?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1231995415664988020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1231995415664988020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1231995415664988020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1231995415664988020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-hear-myself.html' title='I Can&apos;t Hear Myself!'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgkyLrP96xI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VWRxg7xnSZY/s72-c/drilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4900970001269225381</id><published>2009-05-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:29:08.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am</title><content type='html'>So the finals will be .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgLhKMHTHUI/AAAAAAAAA40/qzHIkoMlK2A/s1600-h/manu_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333072473926868290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgLhKMHTHUI/AAAAAAAAA40/qzHIkoMlK2A/s200/manu_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgLh0T1uMFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/8T_Yw5IepWQ/s1600-h/barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333073197555134546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgLh0T1uMFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/8T_Yw5IepWQ/s200/barcelona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the 28th May.. Go ManU.. Go ManU... Haha so another night to be sleepin at 5am.. Soo tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4900970001269225381?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4900970001269225381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4900970001269225381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4900970001269225381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4900970001269225381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/5am.html' title='5am'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SgLhKMHTHUI/AAAAAAAAA40/qzHIkoMlK2A/s72-c/manu_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2516216113959564004</id><published>2009-05-01T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:24:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>Dad's in Hospital. Gg for an Op soon. Before the Op, my mum and i went to Mount Alvernia Hospital to get a 2nd opinion from another doc. Due to the Swine flu, we couldn't see one but managed to talk to a sister nurse who was helpful. I manage to get my cousin online too. She's studyin medicine in Ukrain so managed to get her opinion. Anyway, he's gonna lose another toe. Hopefully after that Op, his leg gets cured or else, another op, lose another toe or worst to worst..... hmm.. i shall not mention in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woke up at 630am today went to TTSH to meet the doc. My uncle oso manage to accompany so i had some back support. Now real sleepy... Want to nap nap... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i manage to change my layout. Gonna add a song soon since my music box is gone!! Sob sob..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2516216113959564004?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2516216113959564004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2516216113959564004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2516216113959564004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2516216113959564004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-6148040772370562469</id><published>2009-04-15T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:05:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work Is Fun</title><content type='html'>Last Sat's ROM went well although i had to do a lil bit of coaching to the MC. Lifting up his spirit a bit. Suren and I was busy discussing about the looks of the bride and groom. Hehe. No harm intended whatsoever. But since it was my ever first ROM, it was truly a touching atmosphere durin the solemnization period. I was llike AWWWWW the whole time though the guys didnt feel the same sentiment as i did. It's either they have seen too many ROM's thus they are NUMB or simply HEARTLESS or perhaps they r juz busy with their stuff. I reckon the first. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTYi6QEVsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/phL5i30clY8/s1600-h/Hema%27s+21st+Bdae+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324618753722570434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTYi6QEVsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/phL5i30clY8/s200/Hema%27s+21st+Bdae+Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Hema's 21 st bdae party. Was juz thinkin... if only i 'threw" away the 2 other girls, then VOILA! The whole crew of Sounn Republic wld be there... It's sad that we dunt have a foto of us and us alone.. hmm...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTXxu8ZvJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/zOlhINuO9O8/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617908873706642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTXxu8ZvJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/zOlhINuO9O8/s200/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTYi6QEVsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/phL5i30clY8/s1600-h/Hema%27s+21st+Bdae+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTYi6QEVsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/phL5i30clY8/s1600-h/Hema%27s+21st+Bdae+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. Random pic of us in the Sentosa chalet. The food was great and our games attracted people from the nex BBQ pit.. hehe.. Hats off to Harold (center right behind) the game master! And oh... someone got rather tipsy... Shall not name who.. hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. been busy preparing for my june 06th event. My first event client which i met and wil organize. Wonder how many other events will  get. Hmm.... Well this will be my first step to my career whic i've finally thought of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-6148040772370562469?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6148040772370562469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=6148040772370562469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6148040772370562469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6148040772370562469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-work-is-fun.html' title='My Work Is Fun'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SeTYi6QEVsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/phL5i30clY8/s72-c/Hema%27s+21st+Bdae+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1232430410884764565</id><published>2009-04-09T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:52:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy Busy Busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy with the office.. Taking over everyting... Taking charge of everything.. Overseeing the renovations.. and havin fun at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdze0OsQZbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/EeZFpvvANGQ/s1600-h/Pic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322373848523367858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdze0OsQZbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/EeZFpvvANGQ/s200/Pic002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys at work. They actualli dismantle a perfect table, saw it off and screw it all together just to fit in nicely thru the space we have. It was pretty dusty that day. And we all had flu the following day. (One the left, clockwise; Prateep, philand, eddi and mani) It wad fun watchin them cordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdzg2CE5ioI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9LvgEDTLjaA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376078520060546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdzg2CE5ioI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9LvgEDTLjaA/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdzf6Yi3MFI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8rRWZ9gA1ac/s1600-h/Pic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322375053759164498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdzf6Yi3MFI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8rRWZ9gA1ac/s200/Pic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The system (on the left) which we bought. I'm currently learnin it and this baby can do magic...  Philand and i are keepin the box and thinkin wherewe could display it. We're like the current ones who are goin gaga over this baby that's why we even displayed in below the air-conditioner. But we had to take it down. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinched my first deal on Tue. Wedding reception in June. Busy preparin for it and other upcomin events. One this Sat night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from office stuff... been gg home late too!!! Oopz.. Came home on Sat (Sun early morn) at 0230. Went for a tamil movie, Ayan, at woodlands with my godbro Karthik and Suren. Later, Karthik had to leave leavin Suren and me for dinner alone. Kinda awkard at first but we later landed in s'pore flyer and to clark quay and finally at Fullerton and chatted till 2.15am and took a cab. The nex day, the news spread and it had ppl talkin abt it.. LOL... But i had trouble gettin up on Sun morn at 8.. Had to go to office.. I was literally on snooze from home to office. But my godbro bought me breakfast. Love u man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics comin up your way and i'm gg on a makeover... My makeover personel is set.. &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/30376099-1232430410884764565?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1232430410884764565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1232430410884764565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1232430410884764565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1232430410884764565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-deal.html' title='First Deal'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/Sdze0OsQZbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/EeZFpvvANGQ/s72-c/Pic002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1614826657047354493</id><published>2009-03-27T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:49:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes for some people,  being outspoken and sharing your emotions/thoughts to others may not always seem to be right. Sometimes, it's best to hide your feelings. It could save a whole lot of problems. I suppose, if only i kept my mouth shut 2 years ago, things wouldnt have to be this way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, ive ben spending days in the office. Finally, a place to call my 2nd home.  Been keepin myself busy renovating the place and chilling at the same time. Hopefully by mid next month, renovation would be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of random funny moments have happened in the office during renovating. Especially last sunday where the whole crew was present. One guy (Philand) was bugging us to eat. As they say, empty vessels makes the most noise. So yeap.. that was what happend with Philand. Another guy (Mani) broke our newly bought chipboard ment for notices. He was bendin  it cuz it looked slightly bent so he wanted to make it straight. Guess Mani forgot that chipboards are breakable!!!! My godbro (Karthik) has a major issue with his eyes it seemed. He was supposed to nail a shelf to the wall . Only God knows how the heck  he measure and when the shelf was up, the was bloody slanted. But he assured us that it was ok. So we took a speaker and place it on the shelf. The speaker slowly slide down nicely towards the end. Luckily, we caught the speaker in time.  And the best had to go to the table which the guys actually made. It took all 5 of them to to 1 table at a time and 4 guys to hold it down while one saw it. Total mayhem i tell ya. But it was fun lookin at them do work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures of the office would be up sometime soon i hope.  And looking forward to my Sentosa BBQ this Sat!!! WHOOOHOOO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1614826657047354493?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1614826657047354493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1614826657047354493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1614826657047354493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1614826657047354493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-for-some-people-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-783072366413284852</id><published>2009-03-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:30:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin much to Look Forward too..</title><content type='html'>Force myself to do quick update today. I always thought my sec sch frends have died. Hehe. But hey, one guy started to contact me now. So we're plannin a get-together with this other guy maybe nex weekend. After chattin with him, it made me realise how much i miss Seconday School dayz. I used to call the three of us, 'smarties'. Cuz we were d 3 smart ones in class and we always have ppl who envy or get jealous of us. Haha. We rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i kinda got dissappointed about the Dance auditions i went last sat mornin. Kinda expected it though but now they threw me into Indian Classical Dance sayin that they see potential in me for it. I wanted very much to do contem instead. Oh well. See how it goes. Worst is that, now every sat morn will help me to recall the Indian dance i did in Pri sch for 4 shitty years. Now that's what i wish i wont recall. It's juz part of my memory which i wanna erase. No one knew what shit i had to go thru then. It's only Pri 4 which i gathered enough courage to quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. here i am waitin for events which i can do.. My weekends currently are empty. Sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-783072366413284852?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/783072366413284852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=783072366413284852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/783072366413284852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/783072366413284852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothin-much-to-look-forward-too.html' title='Nothin much to Look Forward too..'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5676183890062518254</id><published>2009-03-12T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:24:39.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to another funeral on Tues. Luckily i was around the area so i managed to reach the place asap. The good thing about this funeral was that the decease died a superly peaceful death and all who attended the funeral was mainly relatives so it was easier to mingle around. Unfortunatly i had to leave early due to some other work commitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wonder why do we always see our old friends or people we used to know only at funerals... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i've been traveling around gettin things done.. makin enquiries around for the past 2 days. I'm getting prepared to run a company now. Super sian. Mani is leavin for NS in april. He's anxiously countin the days down. Till then, we both are workin our butts off durin the weekdays to renovate the office. Goin places to get stuff and we have an event this Sunday and our client requested us to get the birthday cake for her 5 year old kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She requested for a 2-tier cake with Winx club design. The design she provided us with was really nice but too bad no bakery would wan to take in that job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SbgBEmVobvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ckFchXhDyPY/s1600-h/cake+design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311996939005882098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SbgBEmVobvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ckFchXhDyPY/s200/cake+design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some reasons were, the cake was too heavy in designs and usually bakeries only wan to offer 2 tier cakes for weddings. I need to learn how to bake!!! Then i can earn some extra bucks that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the office to be completed. It's sooo gonna be my 2nd home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5676183890062518254?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5676183890062518254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5676183890062518254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5676183890062518254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5676183890062518254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/03/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SbgBEmVobvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ckFchXhDyPY/s72-c/cake+design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8686109860093399526</id><published>2009-03-02T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:51:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars/Birthdays - A big Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SauYhi20NFI/AAAAAAAAA38/MPokLGPC1l0/s1600-h/Rainbow+outta+my+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308504287846085714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SauYhi20NFI/AAAAAAAAA38/MPokLGPC1l0/s200/Rainbow+outta+my+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have notice that it has been rainin daily startin at the same time for the past 4 days. And i've been coming home with soggy feet. But hey, i simply love the aftermath of the rain. Last wed, a rainbow so visible  and bright caught my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psst: if you know where this buildin on the pic is located.. you would know where i stay. HAHA Bleah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been busy durin the weekend. Friday attended a briefin at Orchard in the MORNING!!! Did stuff and reached home at close to 12. Sat was my frend's Nadia bdae party. Thing is that the bdae girl didnt even know i was at the party cuz i was busy takin pics all round for the company. Left the venue at 11.45pm. Thankfully Philand sent all of us home. It's always mayhem in the car. At times, when Philand got sick of our noise, he would sudden brake and we would shut up but not for long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun was another bdae party, Hema's at Changi loyong. Philand pick me up at Bedok and i found myself with the rest of the crew in the car. Philand was soo sleepy that he ask me to drive. But me to drive his 7 seater car with a gear that it hard to adjust... No Thanks. Haha. The show at the party was great. But it actualli left an impact on me. Made me think and think really hard that i cried before sleepin. I made a decision ysdae that is, unlike all 21st people who are lookin forward to their bdae bash this year, i'll be not havin mine. I have my reasons. I know at some point i might regret it and this is not a haste decision. Told my mum and DUH.. she rejected to my decision but hey, it's MY life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a light note, a little Indian moment for you guys. Every time i together with the indian crew in Philand's car, a particular song will always be played. Hmm.. in fact one song would be played and another would be sand by us always dedicating to my Godbro. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first song is "Where is the party". If my guesses is correct is currently a hit here. Since i don't have any of my indian frends bloggin, i shall not post the lyrics of the website up. No point right. But if you want to know the song and lyrics and tag me lor.. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the latter song. it's a tamil song but the lyrics are in english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Are You Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You Useless Illiterate Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Do You Have A Brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;How Dare You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I Will Kill You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You Country Brute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I Will Slap You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I Will Make You Stand In Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Unnai Thunu Thunda Vettiduven &lt;em&gt;(I will cut you into small pieces)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Unnai Gun Ah Vechu Suttuduven &lt;em&gt;(I will use a gun to shoot you)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Never Ever Come Next To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Go To Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You Loser….!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who wanna hear the audio song....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audio Link: &lt;a href="http://www.raaga.com/channels/tamil/movie/T0001421.html"&gt;http://www.raaga.com/channels/tamil/movie/T0001421.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song Title: Are you crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8686109860093399526?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8686109860093399526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8686109860093399526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8686109860093399526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8686109860093399526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/03/carsbirthdays-big-headache.html' title='Cars/Birthdays - A big Headache'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SauYhi20NFI/AAAAAAAAA38/MPokLGPC1l0/s72-c/Rainbow+outta+my+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7060532739309058877</id><published>2009-02-24T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:59:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited the Sounn republic Office last sat and i found this on the front door.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPPUwRO4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/I2C_gVuhxB8/s1600-h/Sounn+Republic+Office+Notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306312741434090146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPPUwRO4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/I2C_gVuhxB8/s320/Sounn+Republic+Office+Notice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaheeda was sooo bored then she created this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Marina Barage 2 weeks ago and snapped up loads of pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPP9hTfhrI/AAAAAAAAA3E/C_bo3MdXXNc/s1600-h/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+It%27s+US!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306313441791674034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPP9hTfhrI/AAAAAAAAA3E/C_bo3MdXXNc/s320/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+It%27s+US!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQeXTqeaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vI4uYR5S3SU/s1600-h/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+My+postcard+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306314006043720098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQeXTqeaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vI4uYR5S3SU/s200/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+My+postcard+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQXqdZUOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eDuj0fRmEVo/s1600-h/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+Hana+and+i+posing+our+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306313890925727970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQXqdZUOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eDuj0fRmEVo/s200/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+Hana+and+i+posing+our+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQXqdZUOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eDuj0fRmEVo/s1600-h/%5BMarina+Barage%5D+Hana+and+i+posing+our+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldnt post up all the pics so i juz chose my fav few... The 2nd pic is known as the 'Postcard Picture'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After marina barage, we ran and aimlessly took a bus which we saw and ended up in Tanjong Pagar. Hehe. Went to Arab St for makan and curiosity got the best of us when Jafar suggested Sheesha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQ7v1X0dI/AAAAAAAAA3k/IkRSywjXMDg/s1600-h/My+1st+Sheesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306314510843761106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPQ7v1X0dI/AAAAAAAAA3k/IkRSywjXMDg/s200/My+1st+Sheesha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there u have it.. My first sheesha. Our flavour was mint mixed with green apple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random picture:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPRET-ag1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/_mkMzMd1T-k/s1600-h/23+tomatoes!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306314657984316242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPRET-ag1I/AAAAAAAAA3s/_mkMzMd1T-k/s200/23+tomatoes!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dearest cunning mum made me to accompany her to Little India for some goceries shopping. Later she picked 2 full med bags on tomatoes which was was bloody heavy and made me carried it home! At home, i lay out the tomatoes and was bored so i built a Tomatoe Pyramid!!! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7060532739309058877?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7060532739309058877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7060532739309058877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7060532739309058877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7060532739309058877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/02/things.html' title='The Things...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SaPPUwRO4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/I2C_gVuhxB8/s72-c/Sounn+Republic+Office+Notice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9021643158165057006</id><published>2009-02-20T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:17:38.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Out of the Box??</title><content type='html'>In regards with the title above - No Good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time in my hands, i've been thinking too much and too far. Rather worried abt the future. Who isn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do hate people with ego.. lots of it. Your sick, losing your memory, losing your hearing and you think your still strong? And your indirectly causing me to lose sleep. Because of you people, i still stand in going overseas study. But i'm confuse about whether is this a haste decision? At least on this, it's not about the money. That's one thing of my mind. Or should i just start a career now? &lt;em&gt;(It's like the game of LIFE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is certainly not a good year. People are passing on while other misc stuff are becoming a burden to others. Some are forgetting the past and moving on but people like me won't forgive them and will forever hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nothing you do now will change anything. Been two years and i'm not looking for changes within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Another tear shed today)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9021643158165057006?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9021643158165057006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9021643158165057006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9021643158165057006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9021643158165057006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-out-of-box.html' title='Think Out of the Box??'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-6862996991810649778</id><published>2009-02-09T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:11:25.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz a Thought</title><content type='html'>"God, i wish i can earn without working, sleep without sleeping, eat without eating and be more matured without getting old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A msn nick which my frend has. I soooooo wish the same. Don't everybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-6862996991810649778?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6862996991810649778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=6862996991810649778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6862996991810649778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6862996991810649778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/02/juz-thought.html' title='Juz a Thought'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7904026654767929111</id><published>2009-02-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:50:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goin thru fianance matters these days. Findin cheapest options... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i always had enough cash for movies. haha. Late friday.. went to meet my godbro at orchard to chill. After lunch.. we scouted from Lido to Cineleisure to Lido, after arguing which movie to watch (he wanted Twilight since he havent watch it and i wanted Inkheart). In the end i gave in to him. So we headed to Lido counter to purchase the tickets. The counter lady asked us if we have watch Inkheart. I grinned at my godbro and replied 'No'. I knew she was gonna promote the movie to us after she told us that it was good. Then she offered us 2 free tickets!!! Reason was that her colleague had free tickets which was expiring on that day. So we took up the offer and watch InkHeart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty interestin though it wasnt wad i expected. Movie ended close to 7pm. Somehow, we both had the same idea. Twilight will start at 7pm and it was close to 7pm then. We rushed down at the counter and this time purchase tickets to twilight startin at 7pm. Bought some quick snacks and rush to the theatre in time.  2 movies within a short time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7904026654767929111?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7904026654767929111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7904026654767929111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7904026654767929111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7904026654767929111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/02/goin-thru-fianance-matters-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8652840553977445859</id><published>2009-01-29T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:27:07.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Track?</title><content type='html'>After days of planning, looking at it at different angles/perspective and writing everythin down on my notebook.. i've narrowed my choices of schools and places to juz 5 in Melbourne and Melbourne alone. It's juz so hard to know what i want. Luckily i had some good help. Now what is left is the choices of the course. Till i know wat i really wan, then i can choose the sch. Something tells me that i shld go for La Trobe. I dont know man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, i need cash. I need to spend. Been lockin up the urge in me. I need a job. Been scoutin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spendin my time wisely nowadays. Goin to NUH whenever i can. Met my childhood frends last week. Talk unstopped. Promised each other that we'll visit each other's hse. Haha. But deep down we all know that, that wouldnt be soon. Haha. Unless there's smth gg on. Hehe. Frends fight.. family fight but we realise smth while talkin that we havent fought before. Haha. Pretty weird huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once i get enough money through work of cuz.. duh... i'm plannin to go to Melbourn for holiday. In search of the best candidate for company. Have 1 at the moment. Provided he's free. Humph...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8652840553977445859?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8652840553977445859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8652840553977445859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8652840553977445859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8652840553977445859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-track.html' title='Right Track?'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-936571432587785432</id><published>2009-01-15T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:04:23.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Nothin much to update except that i've gotten my fone back. And the software update thing gave my fone new backgrounds.. i likeeeeee...  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can't eat spicy now. Now i eat spicy stuff, nex day i get the runs.. (i now sound like russell peters.. gosh) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been at home doin nth.. The life of BOREDOM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-936571432587785432?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/936571432587785432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=936571432587785432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/936571432587785432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/936571432587785432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4059801157095756129</id><published>2009-01-05T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:42:39.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question ? for Singapore's Education System</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i totally despise Singapore's Education system. This hate has been gg on in me since end of 2000. Wow, 9 years and yet nothing. Ok, leavin me apart, where would people, who &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to study go to if they could not get a place in local schools? Private of cuz. Ok, now where would people who &lt;strong&gt;WANT &lt;/strong&gt;to study go to if they could not get a place in local schools go to and do not have enough cash for a private education?? Work of cuz!!! but then, then comes the employment need of qualification bla bla bla. So is the government helpin?? Nah.. they are juz givin the seats to foreigners so as to get more investment and be gobally recognized. Brilliant plan right *shrugs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hey, i don't talk without proof.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Smart enough to enter JC but reject and gets a dip in a local poly. But unable to enter local 'U' cuz the 'A' level peepz has the first standings so now Person A is enterin Private schools.&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Brilliant O level results but unable to get the poly course of her choice so off she goes to Private fulfilling her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Person C: Fail to enter Normal Acadamic by a 1 point therefore push to NT but gov dun wan to give chance and use crappy reasons to cover it and throughout the sec sch life (4years) did soo well yet unable to take O levels or any other extra subjects despite encouragements by the teachers to the deaf principal which is now the principal of Bishan Park Secondary sch. Phew. And scored 5 points for N Level.. got scholorships for ITE. Yet then enter private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. did i mention that students from gov schools can easily find jobs then those in private sectors. But who drive them to private schools.. the governement. Dun blame us if dont study hard enough. Even if we do, The A Levels students and others who scored like at least 1-2 marks higher then us gets into the sch they want. Then the rest..?? Every school has a system of like 60% of local students and 40% of foreigners (Numbers not accurate). So my question is why can't they give the 40% to the rest of the locals here who wants to study??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4059801157095756129?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4059801157095756129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4059801157095756129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4059801157095756129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4059801157095756129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/question-for-singapores-education.html' title='A Question ? for Singapore&apos;s Education System'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5578179932006504442</id><published>2009-01-02T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:33:13.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>This year has started out with a bad news. Proberbly the 2nd worse news, towards the end of the year,  in my life. But this time, it's worst. When a person is gone, u'll be sad.. tink about it but as time goes.. it get's better. But now.. i have 7 months to tink abt it.. be sad.. and it'll juz gets harder as the time gets nearer. I'm strong.. but not tat strong. But i'll keep her happy till the end. My word for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier  note.. well.. come to tink of it.. there's nth happy to share in this first entry of the year.. I'm lookin for a job.. found some but i'll reject those.. cuz it's either too far.. i dun have certain requirements or it's a long workin period job. I'm not fussy people. I'm tinkin pratically. Distance is important.. Cuz the pay i'm gettin as to cover food and transport.. And i still have to give some to my mum and save the rest. And i cant stay on a job for long.. cuz let's say if i dislike the people or the job or wadever negative parts it may give me.. it's gonna be a challange for me forever... and i may not do the job well in the end.. So why suffer. But if i like the job.. i can always extend the contract. But as all internships, i will start from min 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. let me wish all a Very Happy New Year. And to those who also had a bad start.. well.. good things come after every bad event(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5578179932006504442?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5578179932006504442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5578179932006504442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5578179932006504442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5578179932006504442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2417640973163251751</id><published>2008-12-23T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:58:27.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><content type='html'>Back from KL. Supposed to be 4 days but my cousins have their way of makin my mum to agree to another days' stay. Miracle i tell ya. And yeah.. i drove thru d highway. Tiring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some highlights were the food and the cars. For dinner, we all went to a North Indian Restaurant. So there were 5 cars packed with the family. My car was filled with my cousins. Labled the all Girls car. So all the family were spilt around in different cars. And i had no idea whr my mum was. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my grandma urged us to go temple so we went to Batu caves and 3 others. My cousin and i sorta sian oreadi. But Shoppin and food cheered us. Hehe. Food was awesome!!! D images still floats in my mind sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only disturbin tin was that the young indians arnd sorta literally stared at me. Like i have a disfigured head or smth. Hmm.. My mum also noticed. But as long i'm arnd with ppl, then i dunt have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 3rd day there, i sorta felt right back to home there. Now i feel weird at home... Need some gettin used to. Haha. Now pics are not out yet. Waitin for my cousin to send it to me. Oh ya.. i found my twin. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2417640973163251751?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2417640973163251751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2417640973163251751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2417640973163251751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2417640973163251751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels Like Home'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7758322605180530434</id><published>2008-12-12T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:23:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLT</title><content type='html'>Caught BOLT with Jafar and Zean ysadae at Cathay AMK Hub. Damn Niceee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SUJlDQRsLEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xn5r9SsprT4/s1600-h/2008_bolt_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278892819814820930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SUJlDQRsLEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xn5r9SsprT4/s200/2008_bolt_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tempted to like write the story here but nah.. haha.. Lazy.. hehe.. .Go catch the movie urself. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SUJlnywTbrI/AAAAAAAAA20/w7QjEdjljgE/s1600-h/bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893447545319090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SUJlnywTbrI/AAAAAAAAA20/w7QjEdjljgE/s320/bolt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the characters are soooo CUTEEEEEEEEEEEE... Hehe.. Juz love the part whr they begged for food. hehe. &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/30376099-7758322605180530434?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7758322605180530434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7758322605180530434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7758322605180530434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7758322605180530434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html' title='BOLT'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SUJlDQRsLEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xn5r9SsprT4/s72-c/2008_bolt_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7803669290538603835</id><published>2008-12-08T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:44:40.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Indian Mix with a Malay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Seoul Garden today .. caught up with May, Jafar, Misha, Han, Rbn, Eric, Jack and his girl. Mayhem i tell ya.. Apart from it.. May kept takin random pictures... Han tried to keep his cool and Eric bz translating random things into chinese.. Hehe. We spend more then 2 hrs there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to Arcarde then to bowling. It was my bloody first time bowlin.. and to my surprise i was gooooood.. Haha. Seriously. I was top of the table until Han beat me. Then Jack had the same score as me until Eric beat us with his 'Strikes'. In the end i ended up 4th in the table among 6 of us which i tink is good lah since it was my first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJvJcS_UI/AAAAAAAAA2E/cRnRNWGPaLo/s1600-h/Models+wannabe+jaf+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103568964484418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJvJcS_UI/AAAAAAAAA2E/cRnRNWGPaLo/s200/Models+wannabe+jaf+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJ8vgyvzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/58_hBUnB6PA/s1600-h/D+Pose+of+Jaf+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103802522189618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJ8vgyvzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/58_hBUnB6PA/s200/D+Pose+of+Jaf+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwKB8bmaFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/G00QKGPKoc8/s1600-h/My+2009+Wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103891889416274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwKB8bmaFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/G00QKGPKoc8/s200/My+2009+Wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJ8vgyvzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/58_hBUnB6PA/s1600-h/D+Pose+of+Jaf+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Misha, Jack and girl and Rbn left.. we went to esplanade and started walkin aimlessly. Really aimlessly..  And we were sorta approached to write our many wishes on a plastic ball which will be then released on the bay. Pretty cool ah.. And this was my one of my many wishes.. Hehe. We literally scribble a shit load of wishes on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Esplanade to R.Place... to boat Quay to the borders of clark quay and then miracally we reach city hall again. All thanks to aimleesness walkin... hehe... Jaf and Eric started talkin abt Army life then when i complained abt it... they changed the topic to taxis. Gosh.. Later.. Jaf and I started being damn racist to each other ... and we created the 'followers of LKY'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I finally got my lappy fix thanks to Mr Green Man.. (Starhub lah).. hehe. My 1 week of agony has finally been over. Phew..&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/30376099-7803669290538603835?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7803669290538603835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7803669290538603835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7803669290538603835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7803669290538603835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-indian-mix-with-malay.html' title='When a Indian Mix with a Malay...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/STwJvJcS_UI/AAAAAAAAA2E/cRnRNWGPaLo/s72-c/Models+wannabe+jaf+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-919748628727985914</id><published>2008-11-28T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:09:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirated Teh Tarik Anyone..</title><content type='html'>I'm super high on craziness right now this moment. Thinkin of the stupid things tat juz happen..... GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in partnership with garan for a shop whereby he makes teh tarik using a engineerin cert and i'm a kopi maker usin a mass comm cert. His sis will set up her hospital usin her medical cert nex to our shop so that all our customers can go directly to her place for treatment after drinkin our drinks. Then his bro using his future law cert will sue us and my bro the army man will defend the public from consumin in our stall. So no business for us right.. So we change location to the other side of the hospital and make pirated teh tarik and kopi and will expand our business worldwide startin in s'pore near my hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story literally goes on and on and on. Haiz.. He totally perk me up for the crappy day i had today but at wrong timing. Now i'm sleepy but dun wan to slp. Tooo high from crap. Miss him suuuuuuuuu much sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooooo i got my PAY.... Goona watch Madacasgar ltr with godbro. I know it's abit late but who cares... and i'm gonna host a small game of cat and mouse tml at city hall. Prateep tinks he's too smart for me and tinks i dun dare do wad i say. One exciting day comin up.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-919748628727985914?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/919748628727985914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=919748628727985914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/919748628727985914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/919748628727985914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirated-teh-tarik-anyone.html' title='Pirated Teh Tarik Anyone..'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3987060191591033712</id><published>2008-11-23T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T02:15:33.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away</title><content type='html'>I dunt enjoy postponin my life events. But i have to for the sake of family. I dunno know whether u realize it or u juz wan to act like u dun know it but really, i dun wan to be home. Y be home and get frustrated then at night cant slp. Yes i cant slp everynight. I have to constantly do smth energectic. I'm not used to home life. U dun understand and perhaps u'll nv will. Sometimes.. realli i hate u. I juz wan u to leave me.. let me be myself. Then when the day comes.. u'll might juz realize why i chose to not be arnd on my bdae. But i know... u'll nv will. No point tellin u cuz u'll nv understand. U dun listen either. U tink ur always correct. But hey, no one is ever correct. U juz have to admit but then again u'll nv. If i can and i do wish, i rather stay at a hostel now... this moment. Support myself do things i ever wanted to. That's whr Aussie comes in. I nv really tell this to anyone but the &lt;strong&gt;main reason why i want to go to aussie and do overseas intrnships is because, these two is the best way to get outta hse&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.. secret's out... Haha. That's why i nearly signed up for army before joinin MDIS. At least army life, u dun get to home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hate ppl forgettin abt me. First was the class gatherin which apparently "miscommunications" between me and roz. I dun get it. How is &lt;em&gt;"i'm not sure, but i'll confirm with u again"  &lt;/em&gt;'miscommunication'???????? And if ur tellin me that i shld have contact u earlier, me tinkin it was on a sat eve and i msg u on sat afternn not earli enough. Hey .. that week was agonizing enough for me. Really.. i dun get it. And roz.. if u ever read this.. then good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was the best! My own godbrother bdae celebrations and the whole fuckin lot didnt contact me 1 bit. Reason cuz it was very last min. Ya gd excuse. How long does it take for one to sms a person?? hours issit?? I dun blame my godbro though cuz he didnt knw wad was gg on either. And btw, this aint the first time. Shit.. nv have been this angry for sooooooo long sia. This time, they gonna realli get it from me that if they still dare to say sorry and all lame excuses to crop up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3987060191591033712?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3987060191591033712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3987060191591033712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3987060191591033712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3987060191591033712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-me-away.html' title='Take Me Away'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7108310850145321163</id><published>2008-11-15T17:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:22:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek Tures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In Sentosa with Hilman, Jun, Bala, Harol and Suren. In Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6Ul-uZ4SI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rW-imwMYluA/s1600-h/1_775032064l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268811994283761954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6Ul-uZ4SI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rW-imwMYluA/s200/1_775032064l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6S21mnV9I/AAAAAAAAAnU/jXSgLhlpCiA/s1600-h/1_987268075l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6S21mnV9I/AAAAAAAAAnU/jXSgLhlpCiA/s1600-h/1_987268075l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268810084869691346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6S21mnV9I/AAAAAAAAAnU/jXSgLhlpCiA/s200/1_987268075l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buried Bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SqmhXtGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hDr2k27yzJU/s1600-h/1_359094884l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268809874662732898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SqmhXtGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hDr2k27yzJU/s200/1_359094884l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz Havin fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SyD2F-8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/AWZ0POd_f7w/s1600-h/1_810530442l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268810002793364418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SyD2F-8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/AWZ0POd_f7w/s200/1_810530442l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buried him and mournin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SkgPYdSI/AAAAAAAAAm8/e9us5J4rl0I/s1600-h/1_263838777l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268809769897456930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SkgPYdSI/AAAAAAAAAm8/e9us5J4rl0I/s200/1_263838777l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of takin their belongings and runnin away stuck me at that time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SXqrU2vI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tb_3t8xDIq8/s1600-h/1_140655870l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268809549360716530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6SXqrU2vI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tb_3t8xDIq8/s200/1_140655870l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy..&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/30376099-7108310850145321163?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7108310850145321163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7108310850145321163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7108310850145321163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7108310850145321163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/peek-tures.html' title='Peek Tures!!!'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SR6Ul-uZ4SI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rW-imwMYluA/s72-c/1_775032064l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1826371754109660284</id><published>2008-11-09T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:45:10.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Roundabout for MRT and Reverse Gear for Planes</title><content type='html'>Went to Sentosa with Harold, Suren, Bala and Jun. Hilman came at 3pm after his work. So take this.. the jokes of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During Breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suren: eh.. i used to wonder how trains at Boon Lay station bounces back to the other direction. I always thought they go thru a U-turn or a roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;Bala: Do u know that there's smth called the "mrt driver walk to the opp side and drive back the train????"&lt;br /&gt;Suren: i duno lah. But last time when singapore was founded they had roundabouts for trains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morale: Imagine our trains gg thru a u- turn or roundabout. Pretty interestin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before takin the Monorail...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suren: eh.. wad the time the train coming??&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh.. wad train..&lt;br /&gt;Suren: the train lah.. to take us to Sentosa.. the tram thing..&lt;br /&gt;Me, Bala and Jun: U mean the MONORAIL??????&lt;br /&gt;Suren: Oh ya.. i forgot it's called a monorail. Ala. I muz find a gf whose less smarter than me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durin lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala: we all contributed food. But one bloody mama only know how to talk and we are still waitin for the drinks..&lt;br /&gt;Suren: eh.. come on lah.. Later hilman will come then he'll get the drinks while i will help u to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Bala: ya right.. I paid for your prata in the morning cuz u dun have cash.. then paid for ur monorail tik cuz u dun have change now u wan to help us finish the drinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Lunch ..while Swimming:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala brought the subject of Suren not spendin a cent... and ended up chasin Suren from the waters to the sand and back to the waters. Later Hilman made fun abt 'BalaWani' and yeap.. chase him from the waters to the sand and back to the waters. Was a pretty sight to see them jumpin arnd though. We even played Monkey in the waters and had 2 water guns with us. Mayhem i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During Supper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talkin abt breakfast joke... Ruling Party Harold, Opposition Party Jun.&lt;br /&gt;Harold: eh.. trains can go reverse right.. juz like planes..&lt;br /&gt;Jun: technically planes cannot go reverse. They need a car to pull them back. Planes do not have reverse gear.&lt;br /&gt;Harold: No lah. planes can go reverse Use ur imagination and tink&lt;br /&gt;Jun: ur imagination is gg too wild. I'm talkin logical terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yada yada yada and the saga goes on for abt 5 mins...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilman: Ok.. tonight at MacDonald's Parliment we are discussing wether planes can go reverse or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yada yada yada between Harold and Jun and the conclusion.... *Drum Rolls..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold: So basically planes still goes reverse right..&lt;br /&gt;Jun: Yes BUTTTTTT with the help of another vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Harold: But bottom line is that they still go reverse. Ok.. The End.&lt;br /&gt;Hilman: And this is the end of Season one till nex time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Background: Jun still arguin her point but is being sensored. Oh Well..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was season 1. We made up stories all the way until season 9.&lt;br /&gt;Season 2: The saga of reverse gear in planes continues when Ruling Party Harold compares Planes reversing to the reverse of trolleys, trains, taxi, bus, KTM, and the list went on for 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Season 3: Hilman's heart almost popped out so, in discussion with things that popped out and can goes back in. At this point of time, Bala chose to shut up and not tink.&lt;br /&gt;Season 4,5,6,7,8,9: It sorta drag all the way from macdonald's till we hit the stations and to Bishan. And i dun tink it'll stop. Btw.. Madagascar is also inclded. I tink that's Season 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. havent laugh this much for sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. So the nex event organizer is Suren.. Wonder wad crazy stuff he'll come out with. And we all had sun burn. Ok.. Will update another entry with the pics. Now i'm juz tooo sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1826371754109660284?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1826371754109660284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1826371754109660284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1826371754109660284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1826371754109660284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/roundabout-for-mrt-and-reverse-gear-for.html' title='A Roundabout for MRT and Reverse Gear for Planes'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7013690185495357195</id><published>2008-11-06T01:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:55:07.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my Ultimate Halloween Pikture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZY9nsaNI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Inpa6C56eKE/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265228462253959378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZY9nsaNI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Inpa6C56eKE/s200/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spotted wani countin the how old the tree is.. i mean 'was'. Hehe. So free. She counted until it was lights out at Esplanade. *Roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZnXH3bGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/idfClCA0Sds/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265228709617953890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZnXH3bGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/idfClCA0Sds/s200/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to HSBC Tree Top Walk with the P6 MaryMount girls. It was bloody hot and the kids didnt bother listening to us (The trainers). Oh Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZ7kIOY5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Db-pjA8c4rM/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229056706503570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZ7kIOY5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Db-pjA8c4rM/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZ7kIOY5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Db-pjA8c4rM/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our journey begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHaLCNfhhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hmW8iyFkL00/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229322479699474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHaLCNfhhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hmW8iyFkL00/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were oddly happy when we saw this sign cuz we have been walkin for too long and the route doesn seem to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHaWs-IgOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/eXRFQM4a8KU/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229522936561890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHaWs-IgOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/eXRFQM4a8KU/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally at the Ranger Station, we had our break while goin thru the worksheets with the class. One student even ate brownie with a sliver spoon. Wahhhhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHawr2apoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wupqE19oB3Y/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229969312360066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHawr2apoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wupqE19oB3Y/s200/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a frend visited us. The skink. It was very shiny. haha. ok.. movin on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHa2goI_tI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jjw54eZI9f8/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230069378907858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHa2goI_tI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jjw54eZI9f8/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we got to the Tree Top. The senery wa awesome but was scared to bring out my fone to snap pictures for the fear of droppin it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHbL6Qyi9I/AAAAAAAAAms/EGpvbwlgSsc/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230437037542354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHbL6Qyi9I/AAAAAAAAAms/EGpvbwlgSsc/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally the nv endin staircase. That was the most tiring part of the whole day. "Why cant they have escalators instead" said one the students. Like ya.. in the middle of a nature reserve. Cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, nex week we're goin to Sentosa  with the Paya Lebar Methodist Girls. Urrgghh.. Another girls skl. hehe. But if it rains then activities will be held at Vivo. I prey it'll rain!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7013690185495357195?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7013690185495357195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7013690185495357195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7013690185495357195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7013690185495357195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-my-ultimate-halloween-pikture-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SRHZY9nsaNI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Inpa6C56eKE/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2251923259785256180</id><published>2008-10-26T15:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:02:41.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali to All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday.. went to MaryMount Convent to bring 3 classes of Pri 6 students to the HSBC Tree Top Walk. When we got there.. it was a heavt drizzle and in the end it was called off. So we went back to sch and had activities there. Some were happy and some were sad. So we went thru the given worksheets. I did pretty much nothin lah. Except go arnd to see if everyone was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQfNmK2hrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LMltLJ6cJhE/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261364583120406194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQfNmK2hrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LMltLJ6cJhE/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after break we had our main activity which was buildin a bridge using chopsticks. You cannot break, use glue or even tye is together. So how.. even i dunno at first. Hehe. But i went arnd and saw some pretty weird ones. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQf8VMDelI/AAAAAAAAAks/FNto1sGjfck/s1600-h/peek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261365386015898194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQf8VMDelI/AAAAAAAAAks/FNto1sGjfck/s320/peek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the trainer gave out the answer but left the students to figure out how it's done. But it was only half the answer. The students had to use all their 18 sticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQg5dmWJkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PZYEC227QjA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261366436245677634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQg5dmWJkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PZYEC227QjA/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so.. the students started gettin to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQhS8B9z1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/TbkAB1GLjxU/s1600-h/peek+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261366873911316306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQhS8B9z1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/TbkAB1GLjxU/s320/peek+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the funniest. 2 gropis brought their stuff right in front near the "answer" and tried to figure their chopsticks out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQhfNAB0-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Kgp4fRTzCBE/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261367084625023970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQhfNAB0-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Kgp4fRTzCBE/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the prize goes to.... &lt;em&gt;*Drum rolls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQiClfefuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wTG-E18rROg/s1600-h/Winning+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261367692494798562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQiClfefuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wTG-E18rROg/s320/Winning+Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQiHzitnJI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Znn31-z0J1E/s1600-h/Winning+Group"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261367782165814418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQiHzitnJI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Znn31-z0J1E/s320/Winning+Group%27s+Work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we also had some "nearly made it" entries. Kinda Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQjlq746UI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BYHUQVXCBe4/s1600-h/peek+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261369394763196738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQjlq746UI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BYHUQVXCBe4/s320/peek+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. Another day will be comin wednesday. For now.. it's Deepavali preps and my nose isnt doin me a favour. MUMMY!!.. Goin for the countdown soon. Hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2251923259785256180?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2251923259785256180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2251923259785256180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2251923259785256180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2251923259785256180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali-to-all.html' title='Happy Diwali to All'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SQQfNmK2hrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LMltLJ6cJhE/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9188288628824690712</id><published>2008-10-20T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:12:32.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day At Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (wani and i) are officially sick of town. So we made plans to go elsewhr nex time. We have Vivo which is this week and Arab St which is soon. Wani finally... like FINALLY bought 2 tees. it's amazing that she doesnt have any. Hmm.. Haha. And so.. our last destination on sunday was Esplanade. I snapped pictures!! I love lights!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7jNhPjQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5DyIqmxxmWA/s1600-h/Colours+of+Marina+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259143940972449026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7jNhPjQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5DyIqmxxmWA/s200/Colours+of+Marina+Bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours of Marina Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7pYuyUjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tz9Xn7boiaE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259144047061258802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7pYuyUjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tz9Xn7boiaE/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7uqN5TdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MsytHKgiagc/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259144137654488530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7uqN5TdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MsytHKgiagc/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember durin NDP.. colourful lights kept flashin at the S'pore Flyer. It's was sooo cooll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw71WSL-hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Ar-QQzS-gGs/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259144252562864658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw71WSL-hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Ar-QQzS-gGs/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite picture taken. The whole Fullerton hotel was reflected on the waters. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw8L-PEkEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NiD-JpJ9ukE/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259144641244336194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw8L-PEkEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NiD-JpJ9ukE/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work in progression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw8UvBUuNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FpV-ZvjWwo4/s1600-h/View+of+the+Buildings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259144791778965714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw8UvBUuNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FpV-ZvjWwo4/s200/View+of+the+Buildings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tryin to snap all the buildings reflection on the water. but my cam wasnt big enough to fit all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9188288628824690712?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9188288628824690712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9188288628824690712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9188288628824690712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9188288628824690712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-at-town.html' title='Another day At Town'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPw7jNhPjQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5DyIqmxxmWA/s72-c/Colours+of+Marina+Bay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3626082068608603808</id><published>2008-10-17T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:06:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs of Life</title><content type='html'>Everyone has problems. Some has minor issues who makes it huge. Some has major issues but it's left unotice. Today when i heard abt Sam's story, i realise that my story isnt the worst. Years of cheating = Years of torturing.. hmm which is worst.. i cant decide cuz both hurts the people around badly. My mum and i moved on alot after leadin a hard life for like 20 over years. Now we look back and poke fun at it. Some move on after a 3 year relationship while some have difficulties movin on after a year. "Be Strong" is ez to say and ez to do if u want to. It's all up there. Wani.. u always tell me that if i really want it, i can get it. Have u tried applyin that theory to urself? But then.. we should allow others to do mistakes so that they'll learn. So, it's your choice. I know ur sensible enough. But i can't see u get hurt. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, I went for 4 people's hse for Hari Raya. 1St stop at CCK at Herwan's place. He personally cooked up a storm for us. Fried chicken, Prawn sambal, tofu and smth else &lt;em&gt;(dunno the name). &lt;/em&gt;Cool ah.. Then we watch Ponchok 2. I cant believe i stay throughout the movie. Thanks to the guys though. It somehow became a comedy movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then movie on to Effa's place when we had Ayam Penyet. Spicy!!!. Haha. And boy her sofa super comfy!!! Then off to Shaiful's place. Otw there i bump into Suren. Hehe, he's look like a lecturer sia. Haha. The whole journey from Effa's place to the MRT (Lakeside) was CRAZY!!! To summarise it, i got married to Herwan and we parade along the over-head bridge while me pleadin for help and later we divorce. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At shaiful's place we were shocked to see his first cat which we thought was fat until we saw his other cat. Fuyooo. Huge man. And his mum's Laksa was DEEEEE-LIOUS. It was yummy and it yummily made my ulcer worse. The spice lah. Now i'm like eatin/suckin/tastin wadever.. usin ghee to cool it down. It was my fault lah. I had this ulcer thing last week but before i realise it was ulcer, it was too late. It had grown. Now i suffer and mummy says i got ulcer because (1) i talk too much and (2) my high comsumption of peanut butter went over board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. back to Hari Raya, the final house was Roz. we had pizza there and we are plannin to hold the birthdays at her bbq pit. Also, sleep overs are soon to be discuss. Sorry, no guys allowed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a headache at the end of the day. Oh ya, my aunt wans to bring me shoppin. Super shock like why the hell she wan to bring ME shoppin??? But i'm soo not gg if my mum &lt;em&gt;(My saviour)&lt;/em&gt; is not there. Bz day on Sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3626082068608603808?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3626082068608603808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3626082068608603808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3626082068608603808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3626082068608603808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/ups-and-downs-of-life.html' title='Ups and Downs of Life'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3831421041451943380</id><published>2008-10-12T01:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:51:49.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie to Bollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Suntec on friday. It juz soo seems like there's no other new and interestin place to go in Singapore. We had to sit down at Wisma and brainstorm. So we ended up at Suntec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had BK and it wa DEEEE-lious. The new Grilled Chicken with mushroom sauce. YUMMMMMY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDvH6p40OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1ylGDJ0hH8Y/s1600-h/Storm+Approachin+SunTec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963684424437986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDvH6p40OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1ylGDJ0hH8Y/s200/Storm+Approachin+SunTec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storm approachin Suntec. But it didnt rain in the end. Wondered where the clouds went??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDu6U6oDKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aV7Qiy7pqFs/s1600-h/Wine+Galore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963450955795618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDu6U6oDKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aV7Qiy7pqFs/s200/Wine+Galore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wine GALORE!!!. It was the wine fair. And there was even wine from around the world!!! Wani dreads it but who cares. Haha. Seems that she couldnt stand the smell or it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDuOxJ02CI/AAAAAAAAAik/99MizHS9y6c/s1600-h/Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962702621497378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDuOxJ02CI/AAAAAAAAAik/99MizHS9y6c/s200/Witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to toys'r'us and tried on the witch hats. OOOHH Halloween is comin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDtkb0ycMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/geBHzgBJFNQ/s1600-h/Howdie+Partner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255961975341609154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDtkb0ycMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/geBHzgBJFNQ/s200/Howdie+Partner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdi Partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDuuUDPZGI/AAAAAAAAAis/3eiQey52GTA/s1600-h/Wani+and+Mr+Goblin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963244565062754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDuuUDPZGI/AAAAAAAAAis/3eiQey52GTA/s200/Wani+and+Mr+Goblin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDnefnG9yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FlzvX6BeMY4/s1600-h/Hamilton+AHHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doll is actualli Goblin. But Wani calls it Mr. Goblin. Her some sort of guru i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzsUuyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/yFc9A4K9fUg/s1600-h/Me+readin+cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968707946096482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzsUuyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/yFc9A4K9fUg/s200/Me+readin+cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a book about CARS made outta cloth with pages!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzk8METVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/18RjkPCiGy8/s1600-h/Me+and+Kufu+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968581098949970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzk8METVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/18RjkPCiGy8/s200/Me+and+Kufu+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hand puppet Kunfu. (Damn forgot it's name) My favourite!!! Will upload the video of it Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzoomH9jI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dkBjTUuHQa8/s1600-h/Me+and+Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968644559009330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzoomH9jI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dkBjTUuHQa8/s200/Me+and+Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate furry stuff. Wani scared me with this.. Damn it. HUMPH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzvzUlhHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZXYoGHQpO8U/s1600-h/Me+with+gam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968767697323122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDzvzUlhHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZXYoGHQpO8U/s200/Me+with+gam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this toy which was scary!!!!. The mouth can shut anytime so u gotta be quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDz3RAtfyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sBfbt5B6SPU/s1600-h/Wanis+turn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968895926107938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDz3RAtfyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sBfbt5B6SPU/s200/Wanis+turn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooooo.... Wani's turn. Yeap her finger got caught.. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255955647355556322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Gloria Jean and got this super duper ultra ultimate chocolate drink. It sorta made us drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDnefnG9yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FlzvX6BeMY4/s1600-h/Hamilton+AHHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255955276208994082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDnefnG9yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FlzvX6BeMY4/s200/Hamilton+AHHH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDn0GPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KdpucNbzUls/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.. *faints* Lewi Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDtxLfbNdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Da5mYFERhGc/s1600-h/Wani+and+I+at+Esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962194295338450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDtxLfbNdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Da5mYFERhGc/s200/Wani+and+I+at+Esplanade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At esplande at 12mn. Tired after dancin bollywood style.. Haha.. read on for more infor. Anyway, there was this malay grp sittin near us mindin their own business and drinkin. I notice one of them was lookin at wani. So otw hm one of the guys ran up to us and ask for her number. Wani, holdin on to me for dear life .... haha.. she said no and i said she's taken. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDt9PfJDDI/AAAAAAAAAic/THwzRrL4Q88/s1600-h/Colours+of+Marina+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962401526320178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDt9PfJDDI/AAAAAAAAAic/THwzRrL4Q88/s200/Colours+of+Marina+Bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDm27B2pEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_P7eQDAo0Co/s1600-h/Dain+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255954596374160450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDm27B2pEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_P7eQDAo0Co/s200/Dain+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so when we got to Esplanade, bollywood music caught our ears. And this dance co "Aspara Asia" was performin and teachin dance steps. It was soo cool that we join in. We will be signin up dance class. Excited but my mum isnt takin me seriously. She's all to academic lah. But who cares.. Dance baby dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3831421041451943380?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3831421041451943380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3831421041451943380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3831421041451943380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3831421041451943380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/boogie-to-bollywood.html' title='Boogie to Bollywood'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SPDvH6p40OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1ylGDJ0hH8Y/s72-c/Storm+Approachin+SunTec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9064232717422796304</id><published>2008-10-09T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:50:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE AT LAST!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm free.. I'm free and I"M DAMN FREE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo done wih school and work. Well actualli i'm jobless and i dunt care. Only for now now lah. Dun't be surprise if i go into depression mode for being jobless. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm plannin to realli enjoy myself. I mean com'on.. When was the time u actualli really have nothing plan on in terms of work and studies?? I know it's kinda frustratin that u have no idea what u gonna do next year. But i juz cant seem to bother much. I juz wanna enjoy with realli no worries. I've got a lot to do. Alot to catch up on. I'm gonna do things which i wanted to do soo badly for the past 2 years. RE-MAKE-OVER my ROOM!!! OOOHHH YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turnin into into a real cosy and clean bed room for myself. Not tat there's roached and mice and all but it's rather dusty and messy lah. Also.. i'm gonna clean the whole hse. Re-arrange things and all. d hse gonna be sooo cool this diwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i've got to get back to Edward and Bella in their sequel of Ecilispe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo much to do. No time for school and work. hehe. But not to worry, cuz it soo happen that within a matter of 5 mins, i found out what i'm gonna do next year. And i'm all for it. Not gonna post it in my blog cuz i do have some big mouths arnd and i wont be surprise if they wanna be out there ruinin my life all over again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Graduation Photos should be up by nex post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9064232717422796304?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9064232717422796304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9064232717422796304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9064232717422796304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9064232717422796304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-at-last.html' title='FREE AT LAST!!!'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8128856860865290276</id><published>2008-10-06T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:44:47.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Grad ceremony went abt smoothly. Only regard was not havin to eat the food there. Soo much to do after the event. Photos.. findin lecturers.. Haha. Anyway, i havent got the pics yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to orchard to slack with wani on friday. We had Es Teler at Far East. While waitin for the food, i made a floating house/market with the receipt. But my very good frend here destroyed my master piece but placin her fork and spoon on top of it. Sad. My house has become junk. Humph!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253710205571733122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOjtmLvyloI/AAAAAAAAAhU/By6qszheH1c/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253710320330114066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOjts3QUhBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2AnxiyH229U/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, i still got a final paper on wed. Cant Wait Cant Wait!!! Ive prepared a list of things to do after my exam u know.. Hehe. But for now i cant concentrade on my studies and i usually end up doddling on my book or writing down lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's my MMR Book. hehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253711386220339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOjuq6AWoBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6AyDX5rEPgE/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8128856860865290276?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8128856860865290276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8128856860865290276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8128856860865290276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8128856860865290276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-grad-ceremony-went-abt-smoothly.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOjtmLvyloI/AAAAAAAAAhU/By6qszheH1c/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-31237337615371260</id><published>2008-10-01T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:16:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>I never have been sooo tired after/during work before. Well, it was the 12% cardmembers special at C.K.Tangs so i was called back. Went back purely juz for the salary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time compared to the previous 12% deals, was more crowded. The techno bay at level 3 (electronics side) had nv had been soo crowded before! I tell ya.. it was MAYHEM!!! But of course, there's nv shortage of idiotic customers and our managers suck this time. New managers so they start giving us orders and brifing. Well, that's ok lah but when they come around to us every 30mins to spot-check, that's abit off. Like we arent doin our work. Worst still, we had blur managers who still did not know much of the Citibank Cards. Like which citibank card is eligible or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after work, went to buy subway. And for the first time, during ordering, my mind stop for like 5 seconds which is considered long. The person ask me wad size i wanted, foot-long or 6 inch. I was like er..er..er.. ah.. for five seconds. I couldnt think but i could understand the surrounding. In the end i end up askin.. "huh.. sorry.. wad did u say???" Then that guy repeated his question and i said 'half' (6 inch). Guess that's how tired i was lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-31237337615371260?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/31237337615371260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=31237337615371260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/31237337615371260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/31237337615371260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5645780727771121222</id><published>2008-09-29T18:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:19:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping.. F1 ... Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday went out with Wani for shopping!!! shopped for my Grad Clothes.. Yeap and i bought a dress and heel shoes.. So not me right.. but ready for a change. i'm prolly gonna get a sundress nex. Hmm.. After hours of searchin ... headed to TANGS and finally found it. Had too many blonde moments there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251397060901169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC1zcWLaJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/q5Ab8Qgrd48/s200/PIC-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ya we still can take pic in da toilet. So unglam right. And this was my blonde moment. I actually didnt know whr to look. But duhhhhhehhhhhehhhehehheheh.... look at the camera lah.. Duihhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we wanted to slack out sumwhr.. so why not city hall. That's the only place i cld ever think of. So there we were, outside Tangs at the bus stop like some goodus wonderin wad bus cld we take there. Cuz the buses were like diverted all arnd so god knows which bus goes whr. We ended up in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were gg up the escalator there, we heard this.. "Vrooooommm...... vroommmmmm and more vrooommmm... Of cuz, the F1!!!! We went AHHHH AHHHH AHHHH for the whole 10+ mins!!! We ended up calling our mums then!!!.. It was soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251399301400209650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC3122xqPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Tjli5eBJgck/s200/PIC-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us over excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251398645727233666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC3PsSKBoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ILdlKV0jq-Q/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We could actually see the cars at high speed. Wanted to take pic and video but too many ppl and all blockin our view. Apparently, the nex 2 days, the organizers covered it up with black paper. They dun wan us to view. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;After it ended, we headed to starbucks and had our chocolate indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251399710585158834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC4NrMEfLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UJmURD_hb9E/s200/Chocolate+Indulgence.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251399869677258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC4W72lRVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/RRSAHqjuwmE/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251399980044817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC4dXAQk7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/pG9WiFDt6MY/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;To this... pathetic right..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, had MMR today. I was sleepy and thinkin abt my subway sandwich throughout the exam. Hmm. I literally took my time until i ran out of energy and ideas or crap to put. Haha. Prey hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5645780727771121222?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5645780727771121222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5645780727771121222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5645780727771121222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5645780727771121222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping-f1-exam.html' title='Shopping.. F1 ... Exam'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SOC1zcWLaJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/q5Ab8Qgrd48/s72-c/PIC-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8313235964132284918</id><published>2008-09-19T16:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:11:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new begginnin in bloggin for me. No particular why i changed my address but i figured that it wld be for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. i was bored and hands were itchy to do smth so i ended up doin sometin which i do best. Plannin to do my own port folio but it's creativity which i lack. Hmm. Perhaps someday i would be able to make money out of it. But this business is way too common now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of u who wants their hands/legs done, let me know, i charge below market rate. My designs are rather limited so u can provide me ur designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247654123403907410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SNNpnzmakVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jtDMdb_LMXQ/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This kinda plain and weird. Oh well.. But let me remind u.. this are not my best creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247654218029983122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SNNptUHB5ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vWDmyJKaNkc/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This design above.. i tink i overdone it cuz it suppose to be a star with a thorn stem with leaves. But it looks like a very hairy star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two presentations this weeks. And duh, i didnt present with my shades on. The one is black was for MMR and the one in white was for Advertising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247656664354031282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SNNr7tYIhrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/64teJu4PT2o/s200/Before+Presentation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247656853454977298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SNNsGt1T-RI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RHx083NvHkM/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BOOYA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8313235964132284918?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8313235964132284918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8313235964132284918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8313235964132284918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8313235964132284918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beggining.html' title='New Beggining'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SNNpnzmakVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jtDMdb_LMXQ/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-984800428425786247</id><published>2008-09-16T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:17:07.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cried... Cant take it. It's either run away to Malaysia alone or Australia for 3 years. Hate home. Hate ppl at home. Hmm.. Let's start with the happier moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jas Goh bdae party. Found out that some of us came for the sake of the invitation like me. I can go on and on but i tink i would juz pick the fun part. Fun part was that the usual crew was there. Suren, Bala, Hilman, Harold, Stediy, Nazreen, Cam+bf, including Janice, KL, Gerald, Alan+gf, Dominic and Yi Hang. Took loads of pics. And towards the end, Stediy gave  Naz and Hilman a ride to Bedok. While, Harold, Bala, Suren and i were takin the bus. Harold started his 'machi' attitude. Which was relaxing for me cuz it's not always where i get to hang out with indians and joke in tamil. But cam+bf were there too so we had to switch back to english. In the bus towards Bedok, by the time we reach Tenah Merah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold: Is this station Bedok???&lt;br /&gt;Suren: Ya lah.. Bedok already.. quick press bell and get down..&lt;br /&gt;Cam: Sure or not.. (Panicking)&lt;br /&gt;Bawani: No .. dun tink so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we all got down but after the bus moved off, we realised that we landed in Tenah Merah. Then fingers started pointin to Harold. Oh Well... Conclusion was that, we still needed a MRT Station to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun:&lt;br /&gt;Vengadase came over today since it was his bdae. I told him that it was vegetarian at my place but he ordered seafood. Want to know wad seafood.. Shark, Piranah, Seahorse and Ninja Turtle. Seriously, the things that goes on in his mind. So i played along offering him Live Piranah and BBQ Whale. In the end, we all went out for Chinese Supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Had MMR presentation. Went well although i knew i cock up abit. Now for Advert assignment. Due in a few days. URGGHHH. I'm gonna put in alot of effort for Advert to distract myself from things. To cool myself off from skl, met qal, caron, jun and frends at PS for break fast. Qal was soo head over heels with TEKONG. Caron and i felt like strangling him whenever the word TEKONG was mention. After that we all head to AMK. Did a  lot of walkin and finally laid rest at Mac. Manage to catch the final bus home. For the first time in years, a chill went down my spine while waiting. Though there was ppl arnd me, i wasnt safe. Then there was this indian foreigner, who kept lookin at me from behind and the side. Thank god his bus came. Then after a while, suddenly this thailand guy sat nex to me.. he was pretty close. Felt uncomfortable. Preyin for my bus to come quick and yes it did. Best part was that my 'uncle' was drivin. At least a familiar face amist all the tension. Chatted up with me. I seemed to have a lot to talk about and so does he. Perhaps one reason is that we both have affliations with Malaysia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nw i dun have the feel to type down all the unhealthy stuff that happened. I gues i juz wan bury myself into all the limited happiness i could get. I cant depend on anybody anymore. They have their own life, own prob and own happiness. Yeah well... I guess i know wad to do. I'm juz waitin for my exams to end before i .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it anymore.... And i know wad i'm doin.. I'm in my clear mind now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-984800428425786247?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/984800428425786247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=984800428425786247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/984800428425786247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/984800428425786247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7256849343107890483</id><published>2008-09-10T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:26:09.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Downs to Upz</title><content type='html'>Things has been lookin up to me lately well... ever since my major hair cut. I guess havin long hair was a bad omen. I can't be more supersticious right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's been okay despite tempers flaring around due to projects. Well it's about time. Ysdae was pretty funny though. Van, Roz and i were on the way to the ladies when we saw the corridors invaded with China students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roz: shit i forgot to change currency.&lt;br /&gt;Bawani: Feels like we're illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;Van: lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After toilet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawani: are we back to Singapore?? (since the china students were gone.. phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not surprising that most classes can end arnd the same odd time. Welcome to MDIS where the it juz gets 'odder' and 'odder'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Van and i were soo bored and couldnt be bothered to listen to Sivam and his no relevance speech to the topic of the day. So we started to compare ICs and all. And then we started to compare with Roz IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawani: Mine (fingerprint) looks more slantin to the right, yours (Van) looks straight and oval shaped which her's (Roz) looks all over the PLACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van: LOL Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz had to repeat the same thing to roz. Hehe. Later Roz started talkin abt her pimple sayin that it MIGRATED from her cheek to her forehead. Yeap, she use the term 'Migrated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class simply couldnt be bothered to listen to Sivam. And bet no one understood a fraction of what he said today. And thank GOD that tml will be my final lesson with him in my LIFE. No more Sivam after tml. He can go on talkin irrelevant topics which is soo not gonna help in my exam yet he wants us to pay attention sayin that he's helpin us in our exam. Like HELLO!!! We werent born ysdae. The only person who adores him is Roz. God.. help her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Van intro me a book called Twilight and i'm soo crazy over it now that i bought the 2nd book with her help. Gonna start on it today. The movie is comin out soon and i'm countin down to it. Accordin to Pamela, it's 3 months and 8 days. There's like already 4 of us in class who are goin ga-ga over the books. I'm a Harry Potter Fan but i have to admit that this is 10 times better than Harry Potter. Well that is a proven fact due to a statement written on one of the books. It juz keeps u glue to it. Yeap and that's the first book. Read it PEOPLE!!! Once ur done.. get the 2nd book (New Moon) and the 3rd and the 4th. All the books are out. And it much cheaper then Harry Potter. The Hard covers are cut-throat prices though affortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The End -&gt; &lt;em&gt;juz needed to write that down. hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7256849343107890483?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7256849343107890483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7256849343107890483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7256849343107890483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7256849343107890483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-downs-to-upz.html' title='From Downs to Upz'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3707361609990594775</id><published>2008-09-04T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:39:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my Anger Justified?</title><content type='html'>Been busy, frustrated to the highest point and much heartless lately. Don't know whether i'm doin the right thing or not at times. I know i have all the rights to be angry. But not sure whether i'm taking my anger to the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with 2 more assignments. Still abit behind time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a data cable badly. Havent been able to upload pictures from mobile without it. Ever since my other mobile has been sold away without me the owner being informed about it, things has been rather 'missed'. Nokia 7370. One of my favourite fone and limited edition. Thanks alot to the asshole who sold it. Really appreciate all that you've done. If only u weren't family, i swear i would have humilated you, slap you, curse you and make you feel that you rather be dead then alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ysdae was my mum's bdae. Though of gettin a cake but my dad juz had to show his appreciation by ending up in hospital again. I'm not surprise. It's like i grew up in this. I couldnt even be bother visiting a person who doesnt think of others, doesnt appreciate what others do for them and thinks that the whole world owes him a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do sound heartless. But i feel that i'm right. Yet i'm not sure whether i'm doin the right be in feeling this way. Cuz he's still my dad but he doesnt deserve that title. After all i dunt see him as 'my dad' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dropped by swensens earlier and got mummy a belated cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking away, and i'm usin it for games. I have soo much to do and buy before time is over. I juz dun have motivation to do what i need to do. It seems that i rather be at home alone and play games. I'm like escaping from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a whirlpool. Sometimes hate myself. I need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3707361609990594775?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3707361609990594775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3707361609990594775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3707361609990594775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3707361609990594775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-my-anger-justified.html' title='Is my Anger Justified?'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5898785899106024530</id><published>2008-08-24T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:54:13.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Party</title><content type='html'>Went to Esplanade to catch the fireworks yesterday. Met up with Suren, Bala, Jasmine, David, Cam, her bf, Harold and Hilman. Luckily i wasnt the last to arrive. So shock to see Harold. Been a year since i last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went and squeeze thru' the crowds of City Link. It was like the whole Singapore knew abt the fireworks festival. Off at Esplanade, i knew i heard some idiot callin out my name. And it sounded like Qal. But couldnt find who. Then Qal showed up. He was there with his khakis... And so, we all waited for an hour and grab the 2 best area for the firworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was the fireworks.. AWESOME. ya as usual. I'm a fireworks freak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we head out of esplanade and squeeze with all out might. Bought out kfc and due to no space all arnd and wet floors... we ended up sitting at the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waitin for Sept 13... the nex big thing. But this time it's at Pasir Ris. Wonder what to wear. Thinkin of goin all black. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5898785899106024530?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5898785899106024530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5898785899106024530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5898785899106024530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5898785899106024530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-party.html' title='Fireworks Party'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9027427105471701292</id><published>2008-08-20T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:49:14.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident for Life</title><content type='html'>I'm stress. I'm boiling inside. And i almost got into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Stress:&lt;br /&gt;Assignments urrgghhhh... Deadlines.. lagi urggghhhhh. Too much to do with far too little time. But i dont entirely blame time cuz i know i spent my good time with movies, music and games. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boiling inside:&lt;br /&gt;I hate my family (except my mum). PERIOD. Since the fact is 'I ran away from home', i'm goin to show him how hurt i am and the frustration he'll get to know that i'm home yet cant get my help. *Sticks out tongue at yar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got into an accident:&lt;br /&gt;Didnt told anyone this that's y i wanna blog abt it. The whole incident is still fresh on my mind. It's totally my carelessness. Really. I guess many things was on my mind then. I was crossin the road at Bishan near d CPF building. It was a 2-way narrow street. I knew the opp way was cleared that's y i started crossing. I didnt realise that i didnt check the oncoming way. But juz before crossing, i was wondering why a couple opp me didnt cross. And ya, it was a taxi. Thankfully, if the taxi didnt stop in time, that's it. The impact is still torturing me. Cuz the bonnet side was right nex to my legs. I did apologise. The taxi driver didnt say a word. He juz look at me. Later when he drove past me, i wave my hand (a signal of apology/thanks), but he juz look at me. That made it worse. I know i was at fault, and hey i could have almost lost my legs/life and that's enough to keep me awake the whole night. MENTAL TORTUE. The least u could do is say smth (not scoldin would be great). Or the very least is nod ur head in acceptance of my signal. He juz look at me. That's it. URGGGGHHH fuck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to cry myself to slp later. Too much in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9027427105471701292?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9027427105471701292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9027427105471701292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9027427105471701292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9027427105471701292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident-for-life.html' title='Accident for Life'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2520107824332912534</id><published>2008-08-18T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:46:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>Ive juz tasted the worst wine ever (personal opinion). It tasted and smelt like carlsberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got a free ride to skl today. My uncle (bus driver) almost lend me his umbrella due to the rain. But luckily i denied. I mean, how the hell am i suppose to return to him. Like i see him everyday. Hmm.. But yes.. i got soak in rain. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class as usual. Went to orchard. Makan Ayam Penyet. And had found 2 uber weird frends. Actually i dunt even know who d heck they are. There were 2 guys, 1 said 'class finish ah?' in tamil. I was taken by surprise so i juz nod my head. Later, they wave goodbye to me. But i know they work at some hotel given their uniforms. I suspect Hyatt Hotel. Wadever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDIS has been sendin me reminders of my GP. Like yes.. i remember so stop spamming my mail box!!! I'm rushin my assignments now. Juz 2 more months of studies... 2 more months only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2520107824332912534?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2520107824332912534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2520107824332912534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2520107824332912534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2520107824332912534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain Rain'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5504518128579307039</id><published>2008-08-15T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:03:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>My blog feels soo dead. I wonder why. Maybe a new look is needed? But unable to find a neat skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, past few days been a drag for me. It's like skl-home-skl-home. I need a life. I need to work. My assignments are also on procastination which is not advisable. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend. Got the urge to splurge on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has finally gotten an Olympic medal. Whoohoo. Sliver or Gold.. who cares now. Singaporeans might be overjoyed but i'm juz happy for them. Why? Cuz Li Jai Wei and partners arent even Singaporeans. Yes they hold a PR card but still..... They arent born here. They juz never give Singaporeans a chance to prove themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Tekka Mall. The new name will be Verge. Crap lah. More like the verge of collaspe. Tekka Mall is already an icon in Little India. A mall to call our own other than Mustafa Centre. Nex time when ur peers tells u "Let's go to the Verge", no doubt ur response would be "Where????". I'm like sooo against it. Seriously, Singapore is havin a big American concept problem. Everything and everywhr is becoming more westernize. Where's the Singapore's ICON??? Singapore is becoming a tourism centerpoint rather then a Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, arent i patriotic. I wanted to upload pics but i aint got d cable for transfer. Wait long long then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5504518128579307039?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5504518128579307039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5504518128579307039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5504518128579307039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5504518128579307039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1209374460798458301</id><published>2008-08-10T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:59:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a good weekend. Had my fair share of idiotic happenings which i'm tryin to forget. So i shall juz think and write positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Poteng skl and head out to Marina Square to catch The Mummy with Hilman n Suren. In the mid of the movie, Hilman kept askin me 'What happen to the  King's beard.' Stupid question. After that we started roamin and Suren got high. Thing is that he hadnt even had a drop of alcohol. And becuz of him, instead of goin to Orchard, we went to Fort Canning Park and boy was it creepy. I manage to scare the wits outta Hilman about d 'floatin frends'. Hehe. Then Head to starbucks and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch the fireworks on Sat. And i had the best view of it. The fireworks were right in front if my face. I even got scared at one point. Hehe. Realli hope i'll get tickets for nex year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1209374460798458301?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1209374460798458301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1209374460798458301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1209374460798458301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1209374460798458301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1766066320709207592</id><published>2008-08-08T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:21:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrocan food</title><content type='html'>Been driving around lately and to familiar places so far juz so familarize myself. But it's not really working especially with a "cannot work with" person sitting nex to me. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been bz with sch work. It sucks workin in this particular grp. Luckily there's Roz. How do u feel being thrown all the work to you yet juz cuz u come late for meetin some asshole wan to kick u out? I wanna see him try that.. seriously. Com'on lah, when i was a leader then, i even had a team-mate who didnt do any work, and didnt bother to check with me for anything. I did had the though of kickin her out. But i decided to gave her a chance to prove herself worthy in receiving marks for the project. In the end we all live happily ever after. So... HELLO!!!! I'm the person doin all the shit here but ur darlin sits enjoys while u side her all day and night long. And com'on, u even did the homework for her. He sure proved himself to be blacklisted in my life. Hope u'll have a rotten life ahead yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, Roz and i rock. We sure now do know how to tackle them. They arent the only ones  bz. We too have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had Morrocan food today at Arab St. Whoohoo. Nv thought i would try it but it was nice. The peppermint tea was great!!! The service was awesome!!! The food taste wasnt that unique but it was something you wouldnt have eaten elsewhr. And the pricing was cheaper then elsewhr. It's a Muz try place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went to my aunt's place since it was nearby. Slack there until my mum came to fetch me and then i drive my aunt and cuzin around since i got licence. Hehe. Went to Bishan then and home sweet home. Now i'm wonderin if i would wanna go to Mr OLd and idiotic guy's lesson tml. Hmm.... Dun feel like, See how lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1766066320709207592?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1766066320709207592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1766066320709207592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1766066320709207592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1766066320709207592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/morrocan-food.html' title='Morrocan food'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4404495632465561408</id><published>2008-07-26T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:03:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheelchair plz??</title><content type='html'>I should change my nick to 'Limping Bawani' or 'The girl who wants a wheelchair'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happen:&lt;br /&gt;I went cyclin one fine drizzling night to celebrate my passing of TP. Everything was smooth. Rain got heavier and i was soak. Then BAM!!! I fall. Urrghh... 11 bruises in 10 seconds. And out of the 11, 4 are bloody and is still bloody, 1 look like a hole, 1 was abit bloody on the first day and hence recovered the rest are good scratches. I've started training my legs to walk normally despite the pain on both my knees. Hope for speedy recovery. Been realli long since i last had a horrible injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad doesnt have the courage to give the car to me. MEN!!! He was willing to give the car away when no one had a licence. Now.. he think twice. MEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored on a saturday. But i tink stayin home today is good. I need the rest after the merry go round with skl and drivin. Besides, my cousin fly is comin here later. Prey they dont see my injury. After my mums' AHHH WHOO and my dad's scarcastic remarks.. i dont think i deserve more. If only i hadnt saw that bugger Suren, none of these would have happen. Let's juz say i'm SWAY!!! And he's face is juz damn unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4404495632465561408?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4404495632465561408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4404495632465561408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4404495632465561408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4404495632465561408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheelchair-plz.html' title='Wheelchair plz??'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-2548660623792863054</id><published>2008-07-24T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:19:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Who would've Though...</title><content type='html'>No one expected it. Neither did i. But ive pass. I've pass on my very first attempt. So, what have i pass?? Damn right.. I PASS MY TRAFFIC POLICE TEST!!! Which means i can now drive with a licence on roads!!! Whoo Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my thanks goes out to all who encourage me, and especially the instructors; the good; the great; and the idiotic. Yeah, i had my fair share of idiotic instructors whom i intend to erase off from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all over. It was all over in about 15-20 mins. But seriously, these tester aint ur frend. They are juz testers whose lookin at ur every move and needs to be treated like KINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i'm aint complaining since i got my Licence. So tml is Brownie Day.. Whoo Hoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-2548660623792863054?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2548660623792863054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=2548660623792863054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2548660623792863054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/2548660623792863054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-who-wouldve-though.html' title='And Who would&apos;ve Though...'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1311821083367777765</id><published>2008-07-22T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:29:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Happy Women with a Happy Stomach</title><content type='html'>I'm pooped!! Travellin for 2 hrs and i guess my butt has been toasted. Okay. So after my rainy drivin lesson i was otw to Rozzy chalet. I was fed like a pig. Hehe... yeah.. i ate alot.. Sooo me.. hehe. And boy was i bloated. The cutlet was nice sia. And i had hotdogs, buns which was superb and the chicken wings.. well it taste as it was suppose to taste. Haha. My tummy was sure statisfied. Anyway, help roz packed up and headed home. Brought back some food. The journey home was ulu and long. But as soon as the bus enter Paya Lebar, i felt like i'm home safe. Reached home at 12.40am. Damn i'm beat. And i started to spit out blood. Scared me at first but then i relaxed cuz i was juz dehaydrated and my throat was damn dry. So.. more water for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later still got skl. Sian but lookin forward. It's Mr Alattas lesson. he rocks man. I miss skl. Have been missin lesson since last fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thursday is my big day. Whatever happens.. happens. And prey that whatever happens.. happens for a reason. I aint gonna fret if it doesnt go my way. But it sure gonna hurt my bank account. But still.. whatever happens.. happens. Stay calm. Will update more about Thursday .. on Thursday... Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1311821083367777765?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1311821083367777765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1311821083367777765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1311821083367777765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1311821083367777765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-happy-women-with-happy-stomach.html' title='I&apos;m a Happy Women with a Happy Stomach'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4330965204552234720</id><published>2008-07-17T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:55:49.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Round, My Birthday SUCKS and I Live to Eat</title><content type='html'>It's fuuny that those who are far from me remembers my Bdae but those here forgotten abt it. Frens.. So much about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. it was kinda boring and crappy but luckily there was Rose. She blanja me Food.. Haha the one thing i live for. Haha. And the canteen staff are the nicest ppl on earth. We both had free chicken. One for me cuz it was my bdae and one for roz cuz she was the sweet fren for blanjaing me. Haha. Thats's wad the canteen lady said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a new lecturer on tue. He Rock My SOCKS!!! Sadly i'll be missin skl on Fri (his lesson) but there's always nex week. There's no one to replace his character. He teaches for abt 15 mins, then his attention will go elsewhr. He has a attention span for like 15-20 mins. He acts cool.. typical indian... kidish.,.. and all sorts of character. He simply rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. comin back to my birthday... ya it was crappy. Juz cuz i called off my 19 bdae last year doesnt mean it's the same this year. I know i'm whining and groanin... but wad to do.. Birthdays only comes once in a God damn year. Time will pass and i'll forget the day. And there wasnt a bdae cake too!!! But i dont mind. My mum wanted to get one but i juz couldnt find a nice cake. Oh well.. my family itself is in a mess so my birthday wont make any difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4330965204552234720?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4330965204552234720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4330965204552234720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4330965204552234720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4330965204552234720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-round-my-birthday-sucks-and-i.html' title='The World is Round, My Birthday SUCKS and I Live to Eat'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7985341390920734940</id><published>2008-07-11T01:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:24:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/hancock-posterbig-trl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/hancock-posterbig-trl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will Smith in Hancock. The movie i caught on 10 July 2008 with the usual bunch on SC Monkeys. And oh my, the movie rock my socks.. or sandals.. The startin part wasnt draggy, the mid was humerous and the final part of touchin. I wouldnt mind watchin it a 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, met the bunch at Cityhall. Cityhall is becoming our regular now. And off to Marina Square. Got the ticks and headed to Pizza Hut. Here's what went thru' our mouths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221444751605101458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZMVlG_85I/AAAAAAAAAeg/QYOSiZCEVXA/s200/DSCF4859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap.. the pizza everybody been dyin to try and it was deeeeeeelious!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221445080697291682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZMovEsQ6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/_RtbWZegx_s/s200/DSCF4860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, this was the cheesy trio.. Damn Shiok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447771381954162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZPFWp59nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/7YkGGV21iRk/s200/DSCF4863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Faces at the Table. (Hilman aka Daddy) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, after movie it was Esplande Time. Suppose to be FOR, but sian oreadi. So picture time was there. As usual the crazy ethics. Will update those pics again cuz some monkey went to bed early and nv provide pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446799103800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZOMwoutbI/AAAAAAAAAew/53mUm3INPYA/s200/DSCF4869.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights geared up for NDP 2008. I juz love the effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446933217590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZOUkP8uwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/TF939hmyvqE/s200/DSCF4870.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5 .. 4 .. 3 .. 2 .. 1 .... BLAST AWAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447111618639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZOe82EtnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZinBJ35A9Y0/s200/DSCF4878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stediy the Lifeguard. PS: He's a real life guard!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447290280416162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZOpWaXE6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/WY1m7dPTbOU/s200/DSCF4887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Suren: Girlfriend Wanted. That's his bdae gift from Hilman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447472422830770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZOz88fwrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8NGS6ZhzFfg/s200/DSCF4879.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He's not what u think he's doin. Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the night juz pass away. After sendin Kamisah n Stediy back, the rest wanted to walk to someplace and so we went to Merlion Park. Juz becuz some @$$ hole didnt wan to climb the staircase, we ended up walkin 1 big round juz to get to Merlion Park. We slack and brought back the past... our Melaka trip was one of the best. It was Mayhem!!! Then it was good to go home. But it still was kinda early. I reach hm at 12am. Earlier then i expected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, today i had a final exam paper. EM sux to the core. First of all, EM is a very heavy module. 2ndly, i forgotten some points durin the exam and 3rdly, i should have started studyin in advance. Haiz. But i should be able to get thru' this paper. Anway, term 2 is startin nex week and it's back at Unicampus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok. i need slp. Only had about 3 hrs of sleep before the exam. So ive been awake for..... 19 hours!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luckily for these people, if otherwise i would died of after-exam stress!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7985341390920734940?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7985341390920734940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7985341390920734940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7985341390920734940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7985341390920734940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/hancock.html' title='Hancock'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SHZMVlG_85I/AAAAAAAAAeg/QYOSiZCEVXA/s72-c/DSCF4859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-7158277394502046912</id><published>2008-07-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:22:25.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with PR. Sivam has not disappoint us. BUT... the questions werent specific enough. There could be two entirely different answers for 1 question. So which answer does he want? Half the class wrote Ans A and the other half wrote ans B. So which is it? But we'll nv be able to find out. So why bother. Urrgghh.. Still hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now to prepare for killer paper on Thurs. And i better get enough sleep on Thurs cuz after that ive got party!!!.. It's juz a hangout. Movie n Dinner or isit dinner and movie?? Dun noe lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for Sat... Been meanin to get my laptop all fixed. No it's not spoilt. Im still usin it but ive got complicated Anti virus problem so i manage to seek a "professional" for help. Prey he doesnt screw up my lappi like he did previously. Oh Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP  is screwin up my life and my bank account. So much for gettin that miserable card. Havent even take my first test in my life and i'm already dreadin it. Someone plz tell me some good words!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-7158277394502046912?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7158277394502046912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=7158277394502046912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7158277394502046912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/7158277394502046912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-done-with-pr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3900802097041878425</id><published>2008-07-04T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:39:07.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries, Sick, Stress 'n' Cravings!!!</title><content type='html'>I suppose this post marks my 200th posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feelin under the weather lately. Body heaty and gettin sick of stayin home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got 2 more papers. Havent start preparin for it. Jornalism on Wed went okay except for one compulsory question, " ....write about Singapore's economic downturn... state your views on the United States economy..." I can write about anything EXCEPT ECONOMY!!!! I never was interested in economy. I had to write 350 words. I know it seems little but try writin 350 words about somthin  know nuts abt!!! But i manage to crap my way thru talkin abt, prices of fuels, rice, import/export etc. And damn right i'm sure gonna get penalize for it cuz at least 3/4 is crap. ECONOMY... Humph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a bonus question, write a review about ur most memorable NDP. Damn right i got loads to write about but i was suppose to write a review. Thing is that i forgotten whether a reveiw is writin like 3rd party or write informal or wad?? So anyway, i'm hopin for a B or at least a C. Plz have mercy on me, Padman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm packed for 3 weeks now. My TP is wad worries me the most then my 2 upcomin papers. I juz have to pass my TP at one go. It should be ez right? Juz drive around for 1 test route only. 1 test route can take up to 15 mins dependin on traffic. Oh ya, then there's the 5 stations in the circuit. Accordin to my last revision lesson, i didnt have problems on my stations, only my drivin. Blindspots in my major prob and lane changin. Urrgghh... i always hated lane changin. Been spendin $$ on revision lessons which doesnt come cheap. Now i'm broke. Need my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAVINGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fish ball noodles&lt;br /&gt;2. Burgers&lt;br /&gt;3 Sentosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3900802097041878425?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3900802097041878425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3900802097041878425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3900802097041878425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3900802097041878425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/worries-sick-stress-n-cravings.html' title='Worries, Sick, Stress &apos;n&apos; Cravings!!!'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3718255922243129595</id><published>2008-06-29T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:52:42.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything went by FAST!!!</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 days, my hse has been welcomin visitors. Fridae was Attai and Novita (My aunt and my cousin kavitha). Kavitha still can bring her laptop here cuz it had some prob. I wonder whether has she broken the news abt the spoilt laptop (AGAIN) to her bro.. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sat was my uncle and family all the way from KL. The entire family was here which is smth hard to see. They should have stayed for the night to recharged themselves lah but they were in a rush to go back. Haiz. I had to pick them up at Bishan and later send them to Woodlands. It was quite fun playin host to new faces. Thought i could get to know more about my 3 cousins. I havent seen Trishnu (the eldest) in abt 10 years. And he looked totally different from the pic i had taken 10 years ago. And i thought he would be much much taller but he was arnd my height and he's 26 years old!!! Then the 2nd one (Kogila) she juz return frm Moscow ysdae. She landed at S'pore instead of KL. The plan was to explore Singapore. But due to family being down here she was kinda force to go back with them. Haiz. Then the 3rd one (Yoga) he's ok. Didnt talk much but he;s nice. At least he's not shy. Oh ya, they were shock when Trishnu and my uncle found out that i couldnt speak Malay. God Knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a sudden visit of one of my uncles. He stayed for 10mins then left. I made him koffee. Juz hope that he dun get stomach ache. But throughout the time, i kept wonderin who he was. I know ive met him. But i juz couldnt figure out who he was. However i knew that he came cuz of my dad and luckily he was at home so i turn the tables and made my dad be the host to him. Brilliant!!! Cuz mum wasnt at home. She's always been the main person to entertain visitors. Hats off to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these days i hadnt got the chance to study. Only today. And of all days, Hilman had to call me out for a movie. GOSH I wanna go but i have to Study!!!. I'm not stressin out myself but i did not study for the past 1 week. If i enjoy today and tml i DIE!!!! U know wad, for the nex 3 weeks enjoyment period has to be cancelled. 1 is my Exam and 2 is my drivin. I suddenly have the confident to pass in TP. Thanks to Ali. I owe him. Hope this confidence stays with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3718255922243129595?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3718255922243129595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3718255922243129595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3718255922243129595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3718255922243129595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/06/everything-went-by-fast.html' title='everything went by FAST!!!'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4455362110648945226</id><published>2008-06-27T16:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:01:59.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... Here are my Work pictures that i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy Stuff at TVC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at my final 2 days at TVC.... The interior of the booth had msges from us who were leavin, little minitures of animals, fruits. etc with our names on it. Mine's a mousedeer. "Nothing to do??! Then find something to do!!! Good Luck!!" This msg were proudly brought to u by Fara. A msg to all the newcomers. Hehe. That's becuz u realli need to find smth to do to pass time at TVC. We even had our own TFLC msg board made by MingQi before she left. After we started pourin out our msges, some time later, some 'great person' block all access to the msg board, the games and literally to all programs/softwares in the laptop. URGGHHH. Oh ya, then there was this one day when i work with Fara, we were BORED!!! so she ended up makin a flower with scotchtape. "Brilliant" isnt she??? But at the end of the day, i still miss VIVO. I even got a Abang from there. Too bad he didnt know i was leavin. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSh9GYhsZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ayQzZh8nDcc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSiXuh-HPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PbIko4Y5yEg/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472796913081586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSiXuh-HPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PbIko4Y5yEg/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSigivC30I/AAAAAAAAAdo/w6GawFncM34/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472948365516610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSigivC30I/AAAAAAAAAdo/w6GawFncM34/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSitD0VGhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rGj1h5IYfNE/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216473163404483090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSitD0VGhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rGj1h5IYfNE/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjvfBHnoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W6pPeRnKSKE/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216474304577248898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjvfBHnoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W6pPeRnKSKE/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSh9GYhsZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ayQzZh8nDcc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472339459453330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSh9GYhsZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ayQzZh8nDcc/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSi7O4GL7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/cJtQncqxhPg/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216473406891241394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSi7O4GL7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/cJtQncqxhPg/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjGxv34OI/AAAAAAAAAeA/dTJFTlGLVdA/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216473605230551266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjGxv34OI/AAAAAAAAAeA/dTJFTlGLVdA/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now over at TOR, it's bz then ever. Apart from workin, lunch/dinner is also part of us workin like whose gg for lunch and whr. There was once when four of us went for dinner together which is remarkable. SJ, Wani, Fara and i. It's always been 2 of us or at most 3 but nv FOUR!!! Then there was this other time when me, fara and wani went to es teler for dinner. Fara ordered the usual with dessert. Tink it was jackfruit. Then we had dares of who can take much ice into mouth in one spoon. Here's wani sayin here preyers before headin onto the dare. We all ad brain freeze anyway. But the food was NICE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjUYDQVbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IXdf4I41rXs/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216473838850692530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSjUYDQVbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IXdf4I41rXs/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at my final day at CS, Sj, fara and i went to work like zombies. Cuz the day before we all went home arnd 2-4am. We had a TFLC gatherin at Makansutra/Esplanade by the Bay. So the zombies at CS were Fara n i. Later, apart from our usual duties we helped out in cutin out boxes and bring out the laggages for customers. It's a free gift. Some customers made a fuss over it but Fara n i had nightmares over it. It's SOOO NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSj-a9JcFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n-R1w9EsZeE/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216474561184886866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSj-a9JcFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n-R1w9EsZeE/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken durin MingQi's final day at work. She left 1 week before us cuz she was gg to Cambodia. Funny things always happen to us when we work together at LP. Oh ya.. that's our uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSiHboc6cI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HCcn2bpLTDY/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472516962085314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSiHboc6cI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HCcn2bpLTDY/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still a few more pics left. Still collectin. UrrghhH. Miss workin. Hope that person will get stress over the new workers and lose more hair. Know who i'm talkin about.. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ive collected my DIP cert liow. Haha. So harpi. Jafar was kind enough to accompany me. After that it wa IKEA HOTDOGS!!! Then to anchorpoint and Queensway shoppin center. He was helpin me to find black pants. We walk and walk but still couldnt find the one i wanted. Until i told him that i'll buy one another day,Yeap, then he wanted to kill me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ysdae had drivin. My instructor went psycho. We talked out indian guys and their moustage. After that convo, i had a problem. Whenever i see indian guys with moustage i had to control myself from laughin. And he also wanted to intro me to another instructor whose a bachelor. Oh dear. Crazy guy. After lesson, i was waitin in Q cuz i needed to book more lessons. While waitin thi indian national guy with moustage came up to me and started talkin. The talk was abt drivin. After my number was called i settle my stuff and after that i said bye to him out of courtesy. He ask for my name then number. Hell ya i didnt give my number to him. Crazy guy. But he had that familiar face to me. Prey i dun bump into him nex week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4455362110648945226?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4455362110648945226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4455362110648945226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4455362110648945226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4455362110648945226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SGSiXuh-HPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PbIko4Y5yEg/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-9065966270699026214</id><published>2008-06-23T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:08:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody &amp; Lethargic</title><content type='html'>Been havi nightmares for not updatin my blog. It looks soo dead. So i though i shall juz do a short update. I've got loads of pictures to upload but promise it will be uploaded here in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm jobless once again but ain't fretin against it. Cuz d exams are here and i need to study. Clearly i havent touch my books/notes at all. The whole week been rather tiring for me. It's been like school -&gt; hospital -&gt; home -&gt; school again -&gt; hospital again -&gt; home finally. Been reachin home like 11+ or 12+ daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but i havent got the exam mood yet. I guess i realli need to recharge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Shaheeda's bdae ysdae at bishan. Maha and Thilaga came. Maha n i went Gagagogo together.. while Joe and i were wonderin why Thilaga was there... It's was sorta unexpected lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Sumi's 21st Birthday Party after that ysdae. After the party, it sorta left me wonderin whether am i gonna hold a 21st bdae party for myself nex year? I talked to Joe abt it ysdae, and what he said was true however i still dunno. Why talk abt 21st bdae party when mine 20th one is 22 days away. I no longer have the bdae mood like i used to have 2 years ago. It sorta died since last year. Hmmm.... But i still want PrezzzzzzieeeeeeSSSSssssssss!!! Oh ya, btw, Sumi's party ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been losin weight drastically. Within a day of runnin up and down and eatin more than i normally do, i lost 2kg. I'm officially underweight! WHOOHOO!!! I met my mark! No wonder i'm moody and lethargic todae. I guess i need my weight back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like a business women lately. Tryin to come up with ways to boost KRZ. Juz got my namecard. Hope the wine business could go alongside with KRZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GONE....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-9065966270699026214?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9065966270699026214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=9065966270699026214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9065966270699026214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/9065966270699026214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/06/moody-lethargic.html' title='Moody &amp; Lethargic'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-5639143384355060646</id><published>2008-06-10T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:27:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm typin this with only half my brain functioning. The other half is sumwhr floatin. I'm darn sleepy. Still got work later. Hope that wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson today was a drag. But manage to pull thru' with honey chicken pau and tortilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days to go.. to June 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'm out and i'm gonna catch some shut-eye here on the pc table NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-5639143384355060646?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5639143384355060646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=5639143384355060646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5639143384355060646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/5639143384355060646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-typin-this-with-only-half-my-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1145918921708498872</id><published>2008-06-06T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:45:05.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had auto lesson today. Went smoothly.. Wanted to have a hair cut today but the salon was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, started to unwind. Went online. Added someone, chat with him, cried cuz of anger, then cried cuz of sadness then felt relieve. Bet u dont understand a single thing except for misha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let Puru settle it with Suren.. But i still, i have a part to play. But how Puru know Kavi? Ok.. i dun think i wanna know either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml i'm gonna poteng skl. Hate Sivam, and we are planning to literally get rid of him. But it's almost undoable. But if's there's a will there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml got work at vivo. Crap. I wanna go back to Orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1145918921708498872?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1145918921708498872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1145918921708498872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1145918921708498872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1145918921708498872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-auto-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-3342098257712598362</id><published>2008-05-31T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:13:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought of updatin with peek-tures however, i juz have no time to do so. My EM assignment is still pendin and i'm suppose to hand in on Tue. Thankfully, i dont have work and skl on Monday so it's 'Chiong' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my crumpler bag. I told my mum how much i wanted that bag and then my mum ask me, what is it that made u wan this bad soo much. That got me thinkin and i dont have an answer. But still, i'm one happy women..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date been set and we will be leavin. I'm sad. It's not that i would be jobless again but after makin frends with a bunch of great people, good pay and interestin yet mentally strainin job, I realli dont wan to leave. Dont think i would be able to find a job like this. I'll miss u guys.. except for Wani -&gt; ur exceptional. So, i'll be workin almost every day whenever i can until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pay's out and  i need to save. Plannin to splurge it on 3 ppl. Those who are readin this post.. the 3 ppl whom i mention is not u. Trust me. So, DREAM ON!!! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gettin loads of bruises around. Thing is i have no idea how i got it. My mum mock me at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to whine. I'm like workin full time everyday. School in da mornin, and work in the eve. Damn. Realli tired and not being able to do my sch work. But right now, i'm tellin myself to hold on. Everything will be over soon. After jun 15, i'm takin a month's break cuz it's my exam time. Crap lah, i'm realli gonna miss Tangs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-3342098257712598362?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3342098257712598362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=3342098257712598362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3342098257712598362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/3342098257712598362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-of-updatin-with-peek-tures.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-20325098017202556</id><published>2008-05-25T18:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:02:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The past few days has been nicely humerous and dread busy. Let's start with the horrible things first. I slept at 5am this early morning. Had to finish my PR assignment and i've happily done with it. And bet some are also hurryin PR too. Roz has finally completed her. Darren should be done by now. I know John has done his way long ago. We still got Journalism and EM. I badly need help in EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Friday i had work with someone new name Fisah. At startin point, she told me about her blurness, carelessnes and so on. Later, it got to me. I became clumsy and blur too. And she rock too. A customer ask her whether there's Tangs in Vivo and she replied "yes, there's Vivo in Tangs". And there this other customer when he was fillin up the application form. He exclaimed that it was his bdae on 23rd. Friday was the 23rd. So, Fisah and I wished him 'Happy Bday' on the spot. Then he later said, 'On February'. We had a good laugh. He also said that he couldnt remember his add yet he stated his add clearly on the form. Weird Guy. And hey, i'm no bully to Fisah, oka, maybe juz a bit. Hehe. But no harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sat, i had a good bus ride to work. Cuz i know the bus driver. Hehe. Chat up with him a little. And the security guards at Tangs went Gila. Mornin work was a drag and i was cravin for BK. Of cuz i managed to have it. And i got my first customer at 12.58pm. Pluz, i had flu to accompany me in da mornin. Later Iqa reported for work. And she went all addicted to Spider Solitare after i taught her the game. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlE3gF9tfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FfF3N9TCScQ/s1600-h/IQA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204266564701763058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlE3gF9tfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FfF3N9TCScQ/s200/IQA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlFFAF9tgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZfqTkwS3ul4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204266796629997058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlFFAF9tgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZfqTkwS3ul4/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i know majority of u would tlit ur heads. Hehe. i juz cant rotate it. Tried but not workin. Anyway, Iqa was like updatin all updates faster than Superman and once done, she continued with Spider Solitaire. Hehe Addiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, i'll take a break and go makan now. HUNGRY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlG1AF9thI/AAAAAAAAAdI/a6wYT2mYzbk/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268720775345682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlG1AF9thI/AAAAAAAAAdI/a6wYT2mYzbk/s200/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: This s a cookie cake by Famous Amos. My bro's bdae cake. Simply DEEEELICOUS. I chewreeed the B. B=Bawani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-20325098017202556?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/20325098017202556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=20325098017202556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/20325098017202556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/20325098017202556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-moments-of-life.html' title='Funny Moments of Life'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SDlE3gF9tfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FfF3N9TCScQ/s72-c/IQA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1556567793366592477</id><published>2008-05-18T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:07:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Assignments</title><content type='html'>I sleep late and wake up late. Not good for the brain i know. But that's juz me. I'm a night person. I dreads mornings. Time check now is 8.54pm and i'm feeling sleepy. Is it becuz of my sleeping pattern for the past 2 days or am i juz falling asleep after hours of trying to come out with ideas for my assignment?? Typical?? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've juz changed my mobile ringtone and sms tone. The previous one was gettin BORING (YAWN). Haha. But my new and current sms tone is sorta gettin to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml, i'm stationed at vivo. Left my pumps in locker and tml i will have to wear my brand new pumps to work. Sounds okay but NOO. I was actualli plannin to wear it for sum special occasion (if that day ever does come). But now i've have to wear it for work at VIVOCITY. Atrium sumore. I rather the old location in vivo. Dratz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hopefully, i'll get to hang out after work tml. I need to unwind after weeks of school -&gt;work -&gt; home -&gt; school -&gt; work -&gt; home; and the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a piling list of homework to be done asap. 3 major assignments (JS, PR and EM) and 1 minor homework for EM + my own private researches for misc things for school namely for EM. Got to find out about World Music. &lt;strong&gt;Anyone who got infor on what exactly is World Music, kindly drop me a link on my tagbox. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my assignments. Dratz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-1556567793366592477?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1556567793366592477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1556567793366592477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1556567793366592477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1556567793366592477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepy-assignments.html' title='Sleepy Assignments'/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-1227154626668314834</id><published>2008-05-16T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:21:35.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RE-EDITED WITH PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumone ask me to update my blog, forgot who it was so this entry goes all out to that person (whoever u are) HaHa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been workin till 11pm from tue to thurs. By end of Thurs, i became weary. Yet i could still watch movie until 2+am after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's class was normal. I had a short debate with my lecturer for using his pen without permission. But i sumhow manage to get him dumbstruck. Hehe.. I WON!! Now for homework and assignments to be completed. I'm goin to devote my weekends to it. Prey i dont procastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the past few weeks has be a rainy season for me. Felt down, piss, worried, confuse, blur etc. Manage to let out things to wani on thurs. Thanks girl. Right now, i feel soo light. I can juz float but i wont cuz i'm sleepy. Haha. Also, after weeks of distress and walkin round with a heavy mind, he finally msg me!!! Thank God that i had a positive thinkin of why my msges werent replied. Now, i could see a rainbow over me. Gonna walk to the end of the rainbow to collect a pot of gold. Can i have crumpler bag instead?? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hse is pretty noisy right now. I suppose my Italy could hear the noise in here from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's bdae is officially today..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. these are the fotos i took when i was bored at work.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3BIeug33I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gG1VgOYaHEU/s1600-h/DR+WORKSTATION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025496114061170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3BIeug33I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gG1VgOYaHEU/s200/DR+WORKSTATION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3BfOug34I/AAAAAAAAAcY/AEtngHgFNGE/s1600-h/notice+to+customers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025886956085122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3BfOug34I/AAAAAAAAAcY/AEtngHgFNGE/s200/notice+to+customers..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3B2Oug35I/AAAAAAAAAcg/-8-8p1-_WkQ/s1600-h/a+moment+of+x-treme+boredness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201026282093076370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3B2Oug35I/AAAAAAAAAcg/-8-8p1-_WkQ/s200/a+moment+of+x-treme+boredness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1St pic -&gt; When there werent any customers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd pic -&gt; Juz before closing. A friendly reminder to all Customers then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd pic-&gt; A Moment of X-treme boredness @ ViVo&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/30376099-1227154626668314834?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1227154626668314834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=1227154626668314834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1227154626668314834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/1227154626668314834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/sumone-ask-me-to-update-my-blog-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acm5Qf-tDN0/SC3BIeug33I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gG1VgOYaHEU/s72-c/DR+WORKSTATION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-805639085893986601</id><published>2008-05-08T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:52:29.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my day off. And today is also the day which i have to put my Diploma in Mass Comm skills in good use. I got to start workin out my KRZ Production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i die die muz finish my PR at least half way. Cannot procastinate. Urgghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And class was pretty borin today. Sivam with his no link to subject discussion. Half the class not in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm bored and sleepy but unable to find a condusive environment at home to sleep. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work been pretty normal for me. Nex week is gonna be hectic. It's discount week so my shift will end at 11pm. When i got this news, i was like 'darn it' but then it turn into 'YAY' cuz i work longer and get more pay. Haha. If nt for school, i would be workin everyday. Sad. But luckily, my mum reminded me of my pirioty and it got stuck in my head eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Showdown is coming. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-805639085893986601?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/805639085893986601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=805639085893986601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/805639085893986601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/805639085893986601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-my-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-8576364188651918455</id><published>2008-05-05T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:26:10.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Our Local Scene 2 : An initiative project from the local to the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhatLah! Project is currently managed by me and some other passionate peeps to help promote the local scene abroad. Trying every single possible ways to help bring the local scene to the regional and international sectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhatLah! will have sections like Podcasts/Interviews/Gigs reviews and more.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS 1 was a success , with the help from bands and other friends who is there to help.&lt;br /&gt;Now LOLS 2 is iniatiated by WhatLah!P .&lt;br /&gt;LOLS2 - 24th May 2008 - LoveOurLocalScene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands performing :&lt;br /&gt;Oligarchy&lt;br /&gt;Random Arrival&lt;br /&gt;FrostyMug&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Letter&lt;br /&gt;Son Of The Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Decent Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Same old place - Music Garage ( Everyone knows this place )&lt;br /&gt;Time : 6pm till late&lt;br /&gt;Date : 24th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;Entry : 5 Bucks (pre-sale) 7 bucks (at the door)&lt;br /&gt;To book your tickets do approach the bands. Or call me 8120 9510 Or email me at biopromax@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster will be out by tonight (i hope) Am writing this in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : WhatLah! Project is currently looking for more people in the crew team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raman&lt;br /&gt;WhatLahProject&lt;br /&gt;raman@whatlahproject.com&lt;br /&gt;8120 9510&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-8576364188651918455?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8576364188651918455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=8576364188651918455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8576364188651918455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/8576364188651918455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-our-local-scene-2-initiative.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-4442951383322120086</id><published>2008-04-28T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:30:11.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty long day for me. School in the morning until 4pm. Had makeup lesson which falls on thurs (labour Day). I was super sleepy the whole day. I was like tellin everyone, juz give me a piece of furniture and i'll fall asleep that instance. But i manage to get some eye shut for a few minuted durin Sivam's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's Sivam's lesson's comprimise of a long known theory of 'win-win situation' etc, abt what countries makes up of Middle east and other 'DUH' topics. But lookin at the bright side, there are some points to take note durin his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up my day, ven and john took me to Subway. Delicious!!! and saw Qal as well. Durin my break in my 2nd lesson, i went to Mac to slack. I went there with a flu, came back to class with a good nose. After lesson, went back to Mac again. Thanks Qal.. although u did nth, my nose felt better after the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to work. Was soo sleepy but manage to stay energectic durin work. Had a difficult customer. After her, we started our curses!!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's home sweet home. Tml another day. After sch, no work but got to head to Unicampus to settle Tofu. Urrghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to get a prepaid card FAST!!!. Need to msg ppl overseas!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-4442951383322120086?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4442951383322120086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=4442951383322120086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4442951383322120086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/4442951383322120086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-pretty-long-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-6157485980851596789</id><published>2008-04-26T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:47:37.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Saturday, is the first day in 2 weeks + that i actualli stayed home the whole day with no plans whatsoever. It's a miracle how i survived without proper rest for the past 2 weeks. After my KL trip, i've been to school early morning, and settling other stuff and the start of my new work. Last weekend was burnt due to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realli exhausted today. I feel like my energy has been drained. So i'm takin the time i have this weekend to start and stop procastinatin on my assignments. Nex week is my another week of sch and work. I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-6157485980851596789?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6157485980851596789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=6157485980851596789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6157485980851596789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6157485980851596789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-saturday-is-first-day-in-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376099.post-6468782971526477822</id><published>2008-04-20T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:01:00.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im drained out. Yet still to energy to munch on Mc spicy Double and change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finally found a good job at Tangs, thanks to Rozana. The job is very statisfactory and time realli pass fast. Before u know it, it's time for lunch/dinner and soon it's home sweet home. btw, i'm working as a Customer Service Tangs Rebate card. In other words, Loyalty Marketer. I like this job juz that by the end of the day, ur mentally and physically drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now i'm tryin to balance my Work and studies. Need time for everything. I havent had a good slp since i return from KL. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have fun with the game above. I luv this blogskin, so interactive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376099-6468782971526477822?l=lilmissbawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6468782971526477822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376099&amp;postID=6468782971526477822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6468782971526477822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376099/posts/default/6468782971526477822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmissbawani.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-drained-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bawani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12666364940776715531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
