<?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-18032341</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories....from deep within ....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-115446000072456303</id><published>2006-08-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:20:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is one touching story i read..realli very sad..take a look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was once this guy who is   very much in love with his girl. This &lt;br /&gt;  romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his &lt;br /&gt;  girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his &lt;br /&gt;  future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until &lt;br /&gt;  one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come &lt;br /&gt;  back. She also told him that she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot visualize any future for the &lt;br /&gt;  both of them, so they went their own ways there and then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he &lt;br /&gt;  worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make &lt;br /&gt;  something out of himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had &lt;br /&gt;  set up his own company . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You never fail until you stop trying. One   rainy day, while this guy &lt;br /&gt;  was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain &lt;br /&gt;  walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still &lt;br /&gt;  drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's &lt;br /&gt;  parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the &lt;br /&gt;  couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them &lt;br /&gt;  to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  car, &lt;br /&gt;  condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was &lt;br /&gt;  walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and &lt;br /&gt;  followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as &lt;br /&gt;  ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right &lt;br /&gt;  beside her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Her parents saw him. He asked   them why this had happened. They &lt;br /&gt;  explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with &lt;br /&gt;  cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not &lt;br /&gt;  want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him. &lt;br /&gt;  Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to, &lt;br /&gt;  doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted &lt;br /&gt;  her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day &lt;br /&gt;  comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those &lt;br /&gt;  back with him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Once you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may &lt;br /&gt;  escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting &lt;br /&gt;  right beside her knowing you can't have her, see   her or be with her &lt;br /&gt;  ever again.........hope you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to &lt;br /&gt;  you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you &lt;br /&gt;  thought meant nothing to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-115446000072456303?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/115446000072456303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=115446000072456303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/115446000072456303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/115446000072456303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-one-touching-story-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-115236786652583584</id><published>2006-07-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:11:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys there..tis realli sux coz i'm unable to post my pix to this stupid blog..aniwaez..for the past 2 weeks after comin bck frm london, was damn busy wif all my stupid assignments, case study, reports n datashts..n i 'm like soo behind..i juz wish i cld travel arnd again..coz i realli enjoy it..in London, there wasn't realli much places to see coz most of the places there were like historic places..n went to some castles which was built 15 centuries ago..but the places i enjoyed most was London's eye which was like a ferris wheel n when it brings u to the top, u can view like the whole of london including london't bridge n then i also liked Madamme Tussads coz they had almost all the celebrities there in wax..i went to the apple, strawberry, cherry n grapes garden but since the time i went was not the season, the fruits weren't ripen yet..so too bad, cldn't eat it or take back..n i gazed at the sunset view at eastbourne beach, it was realli amazing coz i saw the sun dispaaring away in the sky..it was realli fascinating..n the sunset ther was like arnd 10 pm..how weird is tat...n the ppl there were kinda polite..but they mite be juz putting an act..coz i heard most of them are racists..watever..it's not my prob..coz i dun thk i'll go bck there..but i missed the chance to go Paris..how sad..n my parents said the places there were like beter than in london..nvm..i'm planiing to go ther on my honeymoon wif my hubby..lols..ok i noe i'm blabbering..i will stop it..i will ciaoz for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-115236786652583584?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/115236786652583584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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back after 3 weeks trip in london...n i had great fun there...especially wif the ppl tat i met..i went to many places..like london victoria, brighton pier, eastbourne beach, winston castle, madame tussads n many more..i enjoyed gazing at the sceneries down there more than the old buildings tat was built centuries ago..the sunset was realli wonderful n i loved the apple,cherry,strawberry,grapes garden that i went to..but too bad the fruits hvn't ripen yet..iif not i wld hve plucked alot to eat n bring back here..aniwaez.i'm kinda restless now..i wld post the pics n video soon..the video is realli funny tat i took down there..my guy friends were bidding me farewell n dancing around me but it's not pole dancing....lolz..muzt watch tat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-115139057262056723?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/115139057262056723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=115139057262056723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/115139057262056723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/115139057262056723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-ther.html' title=''/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-114766897366786918</id><published>2006-05-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:56:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ther it's me bck again..i feel like fainting at this moment ..coz my weekend ws realli hectic..i din't sleep like until 5 or 6 am..n rite now hving 2 hours of break n it's gng to kill me..coz i can onli go bck home after 5..n juz now i had my nanoscience n display tech prac..n it was realli cool coz i get to wear this jump suit n went to this special room n the lecturer showed us how to make a LCD ..there were so many procedures..n soo many processes..the most cool one was when the sealant was injected to the display to form the outline..well..now i hve to be gng..chiaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18032341.post-114645694637832128</id><published>2006-04-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:15:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yipee! 2dae is mayday..no school no nothing..i am free at last..i realli realli wanted a hol 2dae ..coz yesd was a tiring day for me..i was helping out from like 11 pluz in the morning till 10 pm..it was a hectic day for me yesd..tat's coz my parents wanted to give a feast for the new bride n new groom..n they r siddik n shakila..so we had a kinda big gathering..n my house was like in total chaos..there were kids, n grown up ppl..n most of the time i hang arnd wif muneera, farzana, nowrin n ayessha..we juz had soo much of crap to tok..lolz..realli had fun n it was the best of my time..i hve to be going now..catch ya guys later some other time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114645694637832128?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114645694637832128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114645694637832128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114645694637832128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114645694637832128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/04/yipee-2dae-is-mayday.html' title=''/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-114603795812419535</id><published>2006-04-26T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:52:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is soo damn boring..nothing is interesting in my life..my modem not werking so i can't chat wif my beloved..n i'm surrounded by some fuckin bitches..weird ah..i realli not in the mood to tok abt those bitches..they r juz too out of my way..i'm not going to gain anything by toking abt them coz they noe wat they did..n i in return hve no choice but to act cold towards them..aniwaez i kinda like my tis sem modules..i hve this pharmacheutical chem n it's relli fun ..i get to make my own paracetamol..the actual name is called acetaminophen ..me n bernice made our own product but it was pinkish brown in colour instead of white n it was glittery..n then i hve another module called fragrance chemistry n it's fun too coz we get to smell all kinds of perfumes..even animal's faeces r made into perfumes..i din't like tat smell coz it had a shitty smell..aniwaes  i hope to learn more in all my modules..n to my dear, i miss u alot n i wish to chat wif u soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114603795812419535?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114603795812419535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114603795812419535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114603795812419535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114603795812419535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-is-soo-damn-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-114524862653672887</id><published>2006-04-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:37:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's me again..i'm back from my long, tedious n boring attachment..n my ITP grade sux..i got a B+ n while most of my other frends got an A ..y can't i get an A if they can..now i can onli think tat they got an A by twirling their hair..tat means tat they feed their supervisor wif sweets..i noe it's relli lame of me to thk like tat..but juz cldn't help it..tat company where i werked is juz bullshit ..n their expectations is all very high...how can a little, timid gal do so much things at one time..i'm juz going to wash my hands off tat company..but all the people are nice n caring..only when they r outside tat damn company..sometimes i wonder whether the werkers n supervisors there are under a spell ..oh siras..can u juz stop raving abt ur werk xperience, don't u hve anyhting better to tok abt?..sorry tat was my conscience..it is trying to control me from going mad..rite now i am blogging using my sch com juz after watching serendipity wif Ah Lan..n later susu ask me to go out wif her..i dun feel like going back home..coz my net not werking n my contract expired n waiting for the damn modem to arrive on thurs so tat i can connect to the net..i'm realli missing sum1 now..i will juz blog off missing abt tat person..at least i hve something to do for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114524862653672887?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114524862653672887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114524862653672887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114524862653672887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114524862653672887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-114355801488368507</id><published>2006-03-28T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:00:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>complexation of human life</title><content type='html'>i juz learnt tat there is a mystery in evry1's life..tat mystery forms to become a dark shadow which weaken the human n bringing them to a despair..tis turns out to be a relevation to them where they carry like a burden n not able to forget it..i noe u guys may be wondering y i am suddenly researching on human life..coz i realized tat human life is realli complex issue..it's juz like a glass..so fragile n need to be treated with care..once u drop it, it becomes shattered portraying the many defects in one's life..n when u try to mend it back, u find tat there are still cracks here n there..shows tat it's going to stick with them for the rest of their life...humans make mistakes wifout them realizing n tis cld get intidimating when others become slave of tat human's selfishness n greed..tis is soo common nowadays..my life has it's own concealed mysteries..n it's yet to become a dark shadow...n i realli hope it doesn't eventhough i can't deny it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114355801488368507?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114355801488368507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114355801488368507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114355801488368507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114355801488368507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/03/complexation-of-human-life.html' title='complexation of human life'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-114244250055280191</id><published>2006-03-15T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:08:20.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiz..i relli hate tis week..i hve soo much werk to do n i feel evry1 is squeezing me into a pulp..n feel like ani moment gng to burst out..yesd i werked OT by 1 hour juz becoz of tat stupid ion chromatography..by the time i was loading the samples into the automated machine using the valves, it was oredi late..n had to fill the sample solutions for 50 plus valves..was relli time consuming n i realli hate it n 2dae i had to do the same thing n went half an hour late bck home..n was soo tired tat i juz wanted to go hme n sleep in my nice, comfy, cozy bed..but when i reached hme, there were so many noises..n when i stepped in, ther were arnd 6 to 7 kids running here n there up the stairs n down the stairs..n there were all like shouting n laughing ..n i wondered when did my hse turned into a childcare centre..n then there wer 3 women n it seemed that they were my relatives..n at tat moment ,i wondered y did they ever become my relatives..coz their kids r like soo immature..n wat made me even more angry is tat they even made a stain on my bedsheet..i was relli mad then..i dunno hu did tat ..i cldn't be bothered coz i was relli pissed off n i juz went to sleep in my bed wif all tat irritating noise..i was juz too tired to entertain them n plus i wasn't in the mood so i slept..after i woke up, i realized i slept three hours straight..n i watched sum tv n later i kinda scolded my mum like y did she bring those ppl into my room n making stains in my bed..instead she shouted at me bck n said she din't bring anione to my room n nobody made stain in my bed n tat it cld be u hu made the stain in ur own bed..i was relli pissed off after tat..sometimes i wished i din't exist at all..coz i'm always in the wrong..n everyone arnd me is soo right..juz annoyed by all this..to ppl out ther, my life is juz a piece of shit..ani moment gng to decompose n eaten by strange insects..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-114218127154343949</id><published>2006-03-12T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:34:31.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos..i realli din't feel like blogging 2dae..but i juz hve no one to tok to..evry1 is bz doing their own werk..hve no one to hve a heart to heart chat wif..i feel tat i'm relli down..this morning wasn't relli good for me..coz i got scolded by my mum..n i still dunno y she scolded me till now..i guess she was sensitive to wat i said to her eventhough it wasn't anything bad or vulgar..sometimes i juz wish i was dumb...coz watever i say juz makes others hurt..it is oso hurting for me when i see them hurt becoz of me..i'm soo unsure of myself...n the onli thing i'm sure is my religion, Islam..coz its my Guidance, my philosophy n my origin..i feel soo relaxed n peaceful when i'm reading Quran and when hearing the hadith..2dae i had my religious class n my Hazrat was explaining the hadith to us n it was abt the relationship of husband n wife..he was saying tat juz how our clothes stick to our bodies, tat is how husband and wife should live harmoniusly..which is soo true..n when parents look for a match, they shldn't examine on the looks or wealth coz these qualities are juz like trees shadows which can be diminished due to sunlight..but wat they shld examine is how religious n noble the person is..n i totally agree wif it..i wld prefer my parents to select some1 religious frm my religion n some1 hu will love me like his own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114218127154343949?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114218127154343949/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..2dae is my second day of attachment..n yeh..i'm hving great fun..i ws kinda surprised i got tis job..coz it wasn't tough or complicated..basically, i'm werking in a lab under QA dept where there is a chemist, yanni n her assist, who is azlina..there were onli 2 of them in the lab n they were supposed to do some tests on the harddisk drives for contamination..they taught me alot n for the past two days i was doing some tests on the baseplates and top covers using ultrasonic liquid particle counter..to find out the number of particle counts in each sample..n i tot tat was easy first..but i realized that it requires alot of strength n during the first day i kept 4getting the procedure n did wrongly..but now, i thk i hve memorized it by heart..n i also realized there other sp students attached to this company under production site..n they were frm mechanical n aeronautical engin..i kind of pity them coz they had to werk as operators..n tat means they had to do alot of werk n i cld say it was kinda of job for coolies..n wat else can i say..i thk tat's abt it..i'm kinda tired n my brain doesn't werk well as i used it all while werking in the lab..see ya for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114174710050847695?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114174710050847695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114174710050847695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114174710050847695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/114174710050847695'/><link rel='alternate' 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all my papers hve ended..n no more stress..2dae i was supposed to watch movie wif sum ppl but they hve juz run away..can't seem to find them...n tmrw i gonna watch final destination 3..i heard it was the movie of this year..i dunno whther tat's true..am gng to watch it tmrw to find out..n i hate ITP which is gng to start on Mon..n guess wat..i hve to work even on saturdays..unlike my other friends.....i'm gng to miss my shows on tv..how sad for me...i hve nothing to say for now..wait for my next entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-114129502572730671?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/114129502572730671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=114129502572730671' title='0 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seriously..i dun like watever hpning in my life to this day..i guess it's the luck tat came abt ever since i was born..i hve been always bringing bad luck to ppl arnd me ever since i was born..it's like i am a cursed child...i dunno y i am toking like this..if he sees this, he's gng to either slap me or mock at me for saying these..i'm sorry..i juz cldn't help it..cldn't control my feelings..aniwaes let's tok abt sumthing else..my sis went to indonesia 2 weeks back to join a madrasah..n after she left, evrything became gloomy..ya..am a bit lonely n missing her alot..she'll be cuming bck during fasting month..so am waiting for tat..then last wek during chinese new year, i went to watch a movie wif my sis n bhaiya..my bhaiya insisted on watching raang de basanti so we watch it..n the story line was fantastic..i cld give 3 thumbs up for tat movie..my fav stars amir, madhavan n siddarth were acting..no wonder the movie was gr8..n next week gng to hve 2 tests cuming up..i dunno how i'm gng to mug for tat..n i oso have to hand in my model which is a paper holder for my design appreciation...n i hvn't even started on it..n my exams in 2 weeks time..ohh God plz help me..my head is gng to burst..alrite hve to logg off now..seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113920177692787352?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113920177692787352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113920177692787352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113920177692787352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113920177692787352'/><link 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had on me...if onli i can make their lives glorious,i thk i'm prepared for it..coz to me, i'm not impt for myself..i noe i'm not living for others here..but if my existence affects them in any way, i will change myself for them..coz when u make others happy, it's a blessing in disguise...rite now...i feel like my feelings are dead for sum1 i cherished be4..i wonder when it's all gonna end...end...end...coz i can't take it animore..i'm all bottled up...dun feel like sharin my tots wif anione...juz cryin silently within myself:(:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113833620302810191?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113833620302810191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113833620302810191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113833620302810191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113833620302810191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2006/01/silent-cries.html' title='silent cries...'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113596798455181902</id><published>2005-12-30T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:39:44.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bling-a-ling-ling..bling a-ling-ling</title><content type='html'>bck again..my holidays are turning out quite well i guess..finished all my 3 reports n finished most of my datashts n finished discusing my case study wif my members..yahoo!...i'm free at last..well..not exactly..still hve to study for 2 tests..boo hoo..but aniwaez..last thurs, i went out wif susu to bugis village n we did some splendid shopping....i bought a bag and a meshed threaded long shirt..tat's wat it looked like..n susu bought  belt for herself..haha..we spend alot of time on searching for a belt which is eye catching n oso trendy..tat gal insisted on buying tis black belt..i said no it doesn't suit her..n ask her to buy sumthin shiny n cool..n yes, she bought the shiny one..n when tat was done ..we searched for my bag for a long , long dreadful time n finally sumthing was seen in square..n yeh tis shoulder brown bag caught my attention..n susu liked it too..so i bought tat..n then we made a deal tat we will xchange bags for like a week coz i liked her straw bag too...n yeh after tat we headed to orchard..it seemed tat ther was an accident at kallang at the train track i tink..n so the train got delayed for some time..but me n susu got in the train be4 the delayed train..we were lucky..haha..we headed down to far east n i got tis purple shirt...n then got myself a new hp pouch for my new motorola rokr E1 fone..n then we ate ice cream..n susu was like look at all those ppl hu pass by us..they r all jelous ...tat we r eating icecream n they r not..haha...n i agreed wif her..n soon after tat we went to lib..read sum magz..n then we got tired n headed bck to train statn n where susu's bf came to fetch her..can u beleve tat..he came all the way frm his hme ot orchard juz to  fetch susu..soo sweet..watever..dun wanna tok abt them animore..haha..no la...not jelous or anything...tat juz makes me thk of my darlz..missing him alot..n rite now, gonna chat wif him...so ciaoz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113596798455181902?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113596798455181902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113596798455181902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113596798455181902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113596798455181902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/12/bling-ling-lingbling-ling-ling.html' title='bling-a-ling-ling..bling a-ling-ling'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113541336789661059</id><published>2005-12-23T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:36:09.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The party rox!</title><content type='html'>hey, am bck again.. i had a full dose of sleep after yesd smashing party..it was reeli up to the beat..yeh..tat's rite i am toking abt bernice's x'mas party..i went to her hse wif wei yee arnd 1 plus like tat..once we rched ther ..i saw tat andreas ws slping..so me , wei yee, n bernice were hogging on the com for a while ..we were finishing the quizzes posted in ur e learning..a little while later bernice bf n his frend came along..they were watching tv a while n then started cooking all the dishes..i cldn't beleive tat bernice bf did almost all the cooking along wif his frend..ii guess they were very kind to the maid..bernice, me n wei yee helped to arrange the dishes on the table...a little while later lynet n benmin came..they were ther 4 a short while..n left be4 6..wei yee n i were thkiing for the forfeits for the passiing parcel game..most of the forfeits were relli stupid n funny..arnd 6 plus like tat, evryone started cumin..mimi, nalyn gang n candice,xueting,meiyee, n the rest..evry1 started eating their food..n i went on wif my second round..wat ya expect..the food was relli nice esp the fried food n spaghetti wif tuna ...&lt;br /&gt;me n mimi found tat the turkey's meat was dry n stringy..after tat we played card games, n jiawei set up his karoake set..n candice,tingz n himself were all like singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part was the passing parcel game..i relli hve to take my hats off to all of them hu participated..it was relli hilarious..bernard n bernice was the DJ, n i was the one hu read out the forfeits..i thk almost evryone got saboed..when the music stops n the person hu had the santa claus in their hand, they had to do forfeits..when it came to xue ting, she had to kiss mei yee's cheek..then when it came to andrew, he had to sing a song ..n he even danced n showed actions while singing the song..it was relli cute..when it came to mei yee, she had to hug sum1 frm opp sex n she hugged minghan coz he was the onli hunk...lolz..juz kidding..no offence to all guys..n then came to Jia wei n he had to finish the whole turkey..haha...tat poor guy..n then when it came to sing lan's turn, she had to do pole dance on Bernice..haha..singlan was relli scared n felt paiseh..so i helped her..instead i did pole dance wif her on bernice..lols..man,i juz din't noe wat i was thking..when tat ws over, i felt releived..after a few more rounds, we ended the game..then we had tikam tikam where two numbers were picked by each person so tat ther were 2 same alphabets n  prizes was given to huever guessed it rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thk andrew won most of the prizes..wat u expect..he's a genius..then evry1 helped ourselves to the desert..the log cake was quite nice..n after tat, i gave out light sticks to evry1..n evryone had a hell of time..singing n pllaying..when it was arnd 10plus..i left the place coz my parents asked me to cum early..n tat was the earliest i cld leave..haha..evry1 was still partying when i left..even mimi n wei yee asked me to stay for a hile longer..i felt sad but i juz had to leave if not i wld be killed by sum bunch of ppl at my hse..i left after tat n rched my hse after 1 hour later, arnd 11 plus pm..thx to my luck, no one scolded me..my sis n bhaiya was ther..all of them juz asked me how ws the party..i was like it was gr8..then i watched movie wif my family..n my sis n bhaiya left a while later..i went online..n msged my guy whther he cld cum online but he msged me bck tat he cldn't cum coz his pc wasn't werking..wat rotten luck...i hate his damn pc...stupid pc...aniwaez, he beta cum online 2dae or if not, i'm gonna break his pc....n be4 i go hysterical , i beta ciao...see ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113541336789661059?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113541336789661059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113541336789661059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113541336789661059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113541336789661059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-rox.html' title='The party rox!'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113526963714742281</id><published>2005-12-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:40:56.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E- learning sux..</title><content type='html'>hey ther to my peepz, sorri long time nvr update..as u all noe this week, is e learning for me..n it's relli frustrating coz i hve to do soo many assignements n read soo many slides within friday, tat is tmrw...i had to do sum qns in electroanalytic tech...n ther r no options given like in the other modules..i hve to like design a gas sensor to detect ozone n sulphur dioxide..i mean wat the hell..i dun even noe wat the chapter is abt...it's relli freakin me out but luckily Dr Zheng helped me n he even gave some grace time to finish it..until mon..tat' s soo much relief for me..then i still hve 2 more reports to go n 1 case study n hve to study for a few tests which i'll be hving once sch opens like 1 week laters..i'm relli stressed out..n last wednesday, i went to bernice hse wif wei yee..it was soo fun..coz we were watching mean gals..n was like wrapping the pressies n doing the tikam- tikam for her party tat is gng to be on this fri..after tat i went to sch to return some books n perform an virtual expt on my trace n transition elements module..it was weird ...n tat was the 1st time i did an expt online..then juz now..i went to my class chalet..evry1 came n it was kinda fun..it was like a two storey hse but it was on a deserted area..n the bus cums ther onli once in 45 mins..ther wasn't any mesh wire for barbecue so me, anna n hidaya actually fried the chicken using the stove..while i was frying, bernard came n helped..he did a good job but the chicken turned out to be like half cooked..andreas ws complaining tat it was not cooked..lolz..she ws funny..then i pplayed sum games..i played hightech wif siti, yanti, rozana n hidaya..it was relli like hell..lols..n then we played mahjong together..we were like soo blur at first as we din't noe how to play, then the guys came n help us out..ah hong helped me while bernard helped siti..n they taught us how to play..but rozana won 2 times..becoz her friend hellped her..n then our both lecturers came over to join us who was Dr zheng n mr Ho..we were abt to leave arnd 9 plus when we had our gifts session..i got a pretty mug, bernice n hidaya had a photo frame..the biggest pressie was handed to rozana n nalyn n it turned out to be a mug wif sant claus face..i can't rembr the rest..n after tat sum of us went bck home..n we went wif Dr Zheng..he was relli perky..coz he kept toking to us all his experiences n his life..it was reeli nice listening to him..we took a bus to tamp int..n then bernice n yanti said bye to us as they headed out to diff direction. siti went off wif her bf ..n onli hidaya, Dr Zheng n me were left..n i was toking wif them, i got to noe alot abt hidaya, she ws relli sweet n Dr Zheng was telling us abt which industry was the best for our course n he told me tat for my ITP, since i live in eunos , i get to work in a company situated ther..n guess wat it is..it's gonna be a revolutionary cosmetics, an US company..i was soo xcited when i heard tat..i can't wait for my ITP ...so tat's abt it for now..gotta go n do my GEMs assignment..see ya..adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113526963714742281?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113526963714742281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>heyz i'm bck...n 2 dae is tuesday oh wow..n tmrw is wed, the day of my presentaion in front of tat Dr Ong..i'm relli in my wits end...rite now, i'm at tis com lab wif my grp members doing sum last min changes n rehearsing for our presentaion tmrw..the part which i am gng to present relli sux coz it's the relationship diagram..i've to explain all the causes which is like interlinked with one another..n clara told me tat i was toking out rubbish when rehearsing..i agree wif her coz the causes were like all over the slide n i hve to explain it wif sum relevance to the previous causes..n i dunno whether i want to face him tmrw...i'm afraid i'l break down once i see his face..lols..i noe it sounds funny..i hve nthing against him..it's juz tat he's kinda strict n always asking qqn..it irritates me sumtimes..n juz now susu came over n i chatted wif her 4 a while..we tot of taking pics during the weekend for our gems..it's another stupid module which we hve to present..n tat is nxt week...i juz duno y i'm stuck wif presentations..it's juz not my month..tis month relli infuriates me..but hey..tis fri, i'll be meeting my jas..we  r gonna go out to this fashion n hve fun shopping arnd..but sadly the nxt day, she will be leaving to US..for her cousin's wedding..tat's bad news for me as i wldn't spend time wif her during my hols. my hols are starting on the 20th..n tat week i'll be soo damn busy as i will hve to prepare for the games n entertainment for bernice x'mas party b be4 tat i'll be gng to chalet where my whole class will be cumin..i juz hve soo many things to do ...n now  all i want is to be wif him..i juz soo miss him alot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113384881762292675?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113384881762292675/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-113294225331551958</id><published>2005-11-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:10:53.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slckin arnd..</title><content type='html'>hiz..i'm bck again after a boring week..next week gonna be so stress for me coz i'm like hve 2 tests..the stupid QA n chem engin principles..tat Dr Ong  surely set the paper tough wan..i relli need to study xtra hard for tat QA...well..2dae was a long day for me..hving 4 hrs of lecture straight frm morning..then had 1 hour break ..i went to fc1 wif bernice n andreas n met the whole gang ther n ate wif them..susu was ther n we chatted crap while we ate..we were toking abt the xmas party tat bernice was organising..n i was like the games coordinater n the cook..n our theme was gng to be red n silver n susu was like it doesn't match at all..she preferred gold n silver..n then ben min or lynette said it was like bollywood...lolz..susu has a relli bollywood taste..n then after we ate , me n susu headed for our gems..n our lecture wa skinda short as Mr Idris was showing us sum paintings of famous artists n explaining wat was cubism n futurism ..n we were supposed to do an assignment on tat taking pics of movement, rhythm, colours..n so on..susu tot of cuming over to my hse n doing the assignement 2gether..n study our engin maths 2gether..n then gng over to my Dad's shop ..she said she wanted to see  mann..i dunno la..maybe onli.. n then after our Gems was over..we went to lib n susu n i saw so many new DVDs n we tot we can borrow it..n i even called up bernice n andreas to check it out..but we cldn't borrow it as it was for the sec students..so we juz reserved it..i reserved tat scary movie3 n bridget jones..n after tat break i had anther 2 hours of lessons n after it was over..i went hme wif Sing lan..it was relli fun wif her srnd coz we checked out the booths for the chillatSP..n we saw this billabong n roxy skirts  which onli cost arnd 15 bucks..she was interested in it..she was thking to buy it the nxt week..n we saw all cool flip flops n sandals n they were relli cheap ..even i was thking of getting one..maybe i will go wif her again nxt week to shop arnd.. tat' sit for now..i hve to do my electoanalytical datasht..so tata for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113294225331551958?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113294225331551958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113294225331551958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010013.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              getting all freaked up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010014.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010014.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             juz got a kiss from a rose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010012.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010012.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      bani n jas..jas trying to give her best shot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113190253288354376?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113190253288354376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113190253288354376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113190253288354376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113190253288354376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-mania-part-3.html' title='Picture Mania-Part 3'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113189989735364381</id><published>2005-11-13T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:38:17.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Mania part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              our own Hershey M&amp;M's cake....turned out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    bav pressie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               nerdy looking me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010016.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            dun we juz look soo stunning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010019.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          juz a weird shot of maself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010017.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    perfect frendship.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113189989735364381?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-113182342934390670</id><published>2005-11-12T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T09:10:35.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture mania-part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soo cute n adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tis is the card we made for bav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/P1010008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/200/P1010008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally,bani let me carry her...tat gal ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y117/sisishakes/siras/bav%20bday/P1010009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y117/sisishakes/siras/bav%20bday/P1010009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y117/sisishakes/siras/bav%20bday/P1010005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/18032341-113182342934390670?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-113181838861515806</id><published>2005-11-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:38:45.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Sat, is juz the best day for me...coz i was wif my best frends the whole day man...imagine like frm 10 plus in the morning till 10 in the night..well, i went to jas hse in the morning as we bake the cake n make the card for bavani for her bday..we relli had soo much fun n bani was so funny..she was oso dancing arnd n playing wif us..she's juz soo damn adorable..n me n jas cannot help stop laughing and being annoyed with her coz of her tantrums n cuteness...lolz..Devi joined us n we all got ready to go my Dad's shop..coz tat's wher we were celebrating..the cake turned out perfectly well..we made it out of our own creative way n it was called Hershey m&amp;m's cake as it was actually a chocolate fudge wif hershey cream n m&amp;amp;m's toppings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was relli a big sucess man..we din't expect it will turn out so well..esp when it was made by a  so called accountant n a so called chemist n we weren't perfect cooks..lols..Jas's Dad dropped us over at my hse n i put my bags there n we headed down to my Dad's shop...evry1 were all formally attired..i was surprisd to see the shop quite empty n we booked a place to sit at the end..jas, devi n 1 then waited for the arrival of the bday gal..n we needed candles n i headed out alone to joo chiat complex hoping there were candles..i cldn't find any n devi msged me tat bav has arrived n i was like oh shit..n i quickly headed bck to the shop wif my high heels..my toes were like aching..n when i saw bav we exchanged hugs n we took soo many pics..n we ordered murtabak n pratas to eat...woah we relli ate so like greedily..i din't noe my frends were as greedy as me but we managed to eat all of it..devi recorded my silly conversation wif bav ..i was like asking bav abt her crushes n bav got confused abt it..coz she like had soo many..crushes..n then jas joined in n tok abt my crush i used to hve long time ago..n i was like showing the puking action..coz it was soo uncanny thking of it..haha..tat was juz the damn funniest part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got up to take a drink for jas n i was pouring the water from the jug..n then mann came n told me hey..u beta pay for wat u eat..playfully..n then i looked at him n i was like no way...n then when i looked down i spilled all the water on the table..i was soo embarrased..n then when i return in the table my frends bav n devi said i actually flirted wif him..tat's soo not true n i noe it man...n after tat, bav opened the pressies n she loved it , we took so many candid shots of her n then bav cut the cake n we distributed it to evryone including the werkers in the shop..evry1 said the cake was damn nice..i was soo pleased to hear tat..coz part of the cake was made wif my own delicate hands..n after we chatted a long time, we headed bck near to our hse where jas father fetch her bck while devi n bav headed bck to statn n me head bck to my block..bav kept hugging me tight n kept thking ..i dunno y man..i realli had the best time ever wif my besties n i luv them to the core...u guys rock..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113181838861515806?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113181838861515806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113181838861515806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Girl: wat? Wuts wrong? Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i dont want to hurt u baby&lt;br /&gt;Girl: **thinks** omg i hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much&lt;br /&gt; Boy: Baby, are you there??&lt;br /&gt;Girl: yea im here wut is so important??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: im not sure if i should say&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well u already brought it up, so please just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i m leaving....&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby wut are u talking about?? I dont want u to leave me, i love you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: not like that, i mean im moving far away&lt;br /&gt;Girl: why? All of ur famliy lives over here.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: well my father is sending me away to a boarding skool far away.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i cant believe this. [FATHER: (picks up tha other fone, interrupts &amp; yells furiously) ERiKA, wat did i tell you about talking to boys?!!!!!....Get off the damn fone!! (And hangs up)]&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wow!! ur father sounds really mad&lt;br /&gt;Girl: u know how he gets, but anywayz i dont want you to go&lt;br /&gt;Boy: would you run away with me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby, u know i would, i would do anything for u, but icant... U dont know wut would happen if i did. My dad would kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: **sad** its ok i understand i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: **thinking** i cant believe wuts going on&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i need to give u sumthing 2nite b/c i am leaving on flight 1-80 in tha morning, so i need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok i will sneak out &amp;amp; meet u at tha park&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ok ill meet u there in 20min&lt;br /&gt;They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives her a note.]&lt;br /&gt;Boy: here u go, this is for you i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ****tear (begins to cry)&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby dont cry, u know i love you...but i have 2 go&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok (begins to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;They both go back home. And erika begins to read tha letter he gave her]It says..... Erika, U probably already know that im leaving, i knew this would be better if i wrote a letter explaining tha truth about how much care about you. The truth is, is that i never loved you, i hated you so much, u are my bitch and dontu ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, n be around u. U really have no clue how much i hate you. Now that im leaving thought u should know that i hate you bitch, u never did tha right thing, and u were never there. I didnt think i could hate someone as much as i hate you. And i never want to see you, for the rest of my life, i will never miss kissing you like before, i never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and thats a promise. U never had my love, and i want you to remember that. Bitch u keep this letter bcuz this may be tha last thing u have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. i will not talk to you soon bitch.... Goodbye- Ricardo [ Erika begins to cry, she throws tha paper in tha garbage &amp; crysfor hours] ....A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely.......Then she gets a fone call....&lt;br /&gt;Friend: how are u feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i just cant believe this happend i thought he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Friend:Oh!! about that. Ricardo left me a msg. A few days ago. He told me to tell u to look in ur jacket pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ummm ok She finds a piece of paper in tha jacket], It says. ["Baby i hope u find this before u read my letter. I knew ur dad might read it, so i switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;Hate = Love&lt;br /&gt;Never = Alwayz&lt;br /&gt;Bitch = Baby&lt;br /&gt;Will not= will&lt;br /&gt;........ I hope u didnt take that seriously because i love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats y i wanted u to run away with me... -Ricardo]&lt;br /&gt;Girl: omg its a letter, Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I cant believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol ok but i g2g... Call me later&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *happy*ok bye, i'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me !! ......&lt;br /&gt;Erika turns tha T.V. on...... [Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for Survivors...This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80...it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." Reporter says. [ she turns off the tv....3 days later, she kills herself, because of tha fact that Ricardo wa dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to Live for... ] ....A day after that the fone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a msg. "Its Ricardo, i guess ur not home so, I called 2 let u know that im alive, i missed my flight.... b/c i had 2 see u one last time. So i hope ur not worried. I am staying for good. Sorry if u got scared, i promise 2 make it up 2 u everything will be a be ok i love you so much...call me asap bye!! [...he eventually finds out wut happend, and also kills himself...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113138216281283266?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113138216281283266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113138216281283266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113138216281283266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113138216281283266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/11/tis-is-wat-i-call-fatal-love.html' title='tis is wat i call fatal love..'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113102872445908230</id><published>2005-11-03T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:57:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>heyz there..2dae is juz a memorable day for me as it is Eid Mubarak..but last night i werk liked a crazy ant..it was juz a tiring day for me as i helped out in my Dad's shop..but i kinda enjoyed it as i served all the customers and collecting money n counting it..the werkers there were very helpful to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked me to eat n sit down when i was tired..n there were few werkers hu had crushes on me..lolz..i dunno y either..there was tis werker hu told my sis tat he liked me..n when my sis told me tat i got kinda shocked..then he asked me did ur sis tell u..i said ya..n u r bad boy..then he said he was serious abt it n all..y the hell wld i agree to it when i hve rick..aniwaez i juz told him, if u hve guts , juz wait for me ..coz there is oredi a guy waiting for me for 4 yrs..i thk he told it to another werker n told him tat he'll wait for me for rest of his life..n tat werker translated to me from malay to tamil..n tis werker kept teasing me all the time by singing to me all the love songs...i was kinda embarrased..weird ppl..relli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ther was tis customer hu gave me his name card n ask me to call him..n he said he was looking 4ward to my call..another weirdo...then arnd early morning like arnd 5 plus..went to geylang bazaar n bought 2 suits for me n my sis at a lowest price..as they were closing down the shops..n then came bck home n prayed , ate breakfast wif whole family n slept for like 4 hours..after tat woke up n watched tv..n for dinner my bhaiya's family came n we had dinner wif them..ridhwan tot i straightened my hair..n i was like ..wat the heck..my hair is like tat wat...okz...hve to go now..am going to chat wif rick..see ya..n Selamat Hari Raya to all muslims in the werld..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113102872445908230?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/113102872445908230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=113102872445908230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113102872445908230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/113102872445908230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-113014715681106685</id><published>2005-10-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:46:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiz...</title><content type='html'>heyz there , i'm bck from a busy schedule last weekend...i din't even hve time to watch my fav tv programs last sat n sun..tat's coz i was slogging n sweating out in my dad's shop..it seemed tat my dad needed to replace his shortage of workers..well..the past two days was relli hard for me but i had fun too..i mingled arnd wif customers...sum customers found me hardwerking..&lt;br /&gt;ther was tis customer hu told me how cum i see u werking soo hard n i see the rest of the werkers like sitting arnd doing nthn..haha..well..i guess i'm too good..chei ba..aiya juz kidding la..then i was toking to the werkers ther..they were relli fun n easygoing n they were all men n guys..i was the onli gal werking there..i felt like i was a rose among the thorns..haha...but even i messed up a lil bit ..coz when i was like opening the tin of condensed milk, i cldn't open it properly n instead all the milk spilled all over..n there was tis guy laughing at me maybe coz i looked funny as i was struggling hard to open the tin..he cldn't take it n he showed me how to open it..lolz..i was relli acting like a chicken...then waiting for my dad n mum to finish their jobs n i returned hme wif them arnd 2 am..the day before i returned at 4 am..i cycled home while my mum n dad walked hme..then i was riding the bike arnd my whole neighbourhood 2 or 3 rounds...n i noticed how quiet it was, not even the chirping of birds i always used to hear..it was like i was the onli soul left in the earth....but i wasn't scared at all..then i returned hme n prayed n then used the com n chatted wif rick...it was our 4th year anniversary..we wished each other n we toked alot until 4.30am..when i left, i ws like half hearted coz i cldn't bear to leave him ..n he either...after tat i ate, said my niyath n prayed...be4 i slept at 6 plus..n i woke up like 2 plus pm, watched sum tv n here i am blogging..i can't wait to watch america's nxt top model laters it's the last show n i'm sure naima is gonna win...catch ya all later..byez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-113014715681106685?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18032341.post-112991217252185627</id><published>2005-10-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:31:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zodiac...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/gemini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/320/gemini1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you were born between May 22nd and June 21st, you are a Gemini women.&lt;br /&gt;Physical Appearance&lt;br /&gt;Women born under this sunsign are tall with a straight body. Your hands are long and legs are thin. Generally, Gemini females have a very thin skin from which their veins are visible.&lt;br /&gt;Your nose is sharp and long. The most beautiful part of Gemini girls are their beautiful eyes. Sometimes fascinating combinations of green shade are seen in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Mental Attitude&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of adopting very fast to new surroundings. Mostly the females born in this sign are intellectual types. Your mind is positive and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Reading, writing, working on computers are your natural fields. You love to travel a lot . Gemini women are masters of communication and expression.&lt;br /&gt;General Nature &amp; Suitable professions&lt;br /&gt;You are quick -witted, clever and understand every situation thoroughly before reacting. Many times Geminis can plan their reactions and be happy, angry or sad as per the requirement. These qualities help them become a good business women.&lt;br /&gt;Gemini women can work best in the field of teaching, marketing, political work etc.. You can do naturally well in any sphere.&lt;br /&gt;· Some of the most innovating business minds have been seen in those born in Gemini. Research is also a good field for you to work.&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Though your health is generally good, over reaction, worries and anxiety are the main causes of ill health for you.&lt;br /&gt;Colds, influenza, bronchitis, T.B., defects of shoulders and arms, piles and infections of bladder may also trouble you at various stages of life.&lt;br /&gt;Systematic life with planned holidays in completely relaxing atmosphere and a good diet can keep you fit for all your life.&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;There will be a lot of changes as far as finances are concerned. You will experience both situations that is - plenty of resources and also compete lack of resources in your lifetime. Your love life may also be a contributing factor to your losses.&lt;br /&gt;Systematic savings and conservative investments will be the best way to get stability in life.&lt;br /&gt;Romance And Sex Life&lt;br /&gt;You are romantic by nature and will have interest in many males in your lifetime You will look for good intellectual compatibility with your partner . An over bearing partner is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;It will not be easy for your mate to understand you and your nature of extremes may baffle him. Your partner will have difficult time figuring out what you think and what you want. The male in your life has to be imaginative and not afraid of experimentation if he wants to keep you satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Gemini females do understand love and romance well and can change their partners with surprizing ease. It is not difficult for them to discontinue any relationship that they think is not in thier best interests.&lt;br /&gt;The hotspots for Gemini woman are arms and armpits.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;You will find marriage exciting and interesting. You are intelligent, and so you should marry someone who have similar trails otherwise you will not be able to continue your life with him.&lt;br /&gt;You will tend to have a large share in the decision-making within the married life and will often find difficult to survive with a husband who is pushy. So, try to find a person who can understand you and would mould himself as per your needs.&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, an arranged marriage where proper care has not been taken to match the horoscopes or to see the inclinations of the girl and boy do not work well for a Gemini girl.&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Match&lt;br /&gt;For you the best match will be the one born in Libra, Capricorn, Aries, Cancer or Leo signs.&lt;br /&gt;Caution&lt;br /&gt;Gemini women are very amenable to change and they like lot of changes in their surroundings. This may sometimes lead to more tension and stress in your life. So, try to get more of consistency and less of changes in life.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Days, Numbers And Colours&lt;br /&gt;Lucky days are Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky numbers are 5 &amp;amp; 3.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky colours are green and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Gemstones&lt;br /&gt;Emerald and Yellow sapphire are the recommended gemstones for you. The Gem should never have been worn before and its aura should be vibrant. The weight of the Gem shall be decided in accordance with your age and body weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18032341-112991217252185627?l=spicemeup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/feeds/112991217252185627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18032341&amp;postID=112991217252185627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/112991217252185627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18032341/posts/default/112991217252185627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicemeup.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-zodiac.html' title='My Zodiac...'/><author><name>revika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808585071881614316</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-18032341.post-112983446829833464</id><published>2005-10-20T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:01:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would u like to live in caves?..well i wld..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6173/601/1600/cave5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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