<?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-8591603</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:41.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My problem is I Think 2 Much!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113592665412363481</id><published>2005-12-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:15:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye 2005 / Welcome 2006...</title><content type='html'>2005 is gonna end in another...let's see....in another 21 hours.....hey....that's less than 24 hours! Oh my!! Tat's fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't stop time, can i....The year just keeps running.....hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reflect on some stuff that happened this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- Rode on an ambulance for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;- Rescued an injured cat from my neighbourhood, only to have it killed at SPCA!!&lt;br /&gt;- Went to see flats with Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;- Bought Kumar a ring for our anniversary. I screwed on the size and we had to change the ring! - Kumar bought a new bike - BlackBird&lt;br /&gt;- Ate twice at Thai restuarants. Thanks to Dr Mak and FengYi.&lt;br /&gt;- Participated in the Primary One Registration Exercise for the first time and almost went bonkers!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- Had our first Bloggers' meet which turned out be a success!&lt;br /&gt;- Bought too many clothes, bags, accessories, as if I earn millions a year!!!!! I should be shot dead for that!&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny entered our lives and made our world more colourful!&lt;br /&gt;- Got a new niece!&lt;br /&gt;- Met Avril and Minie after 3 years....yes yes, my fault!&lt;br /&gt;- Had 2 part-time jobs. At Cheers and at Comfort. I really pushed myself this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting year! Not bad.....Let's hope 2006 will be better in a good way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peps, I'm gonna end this blog with this entry. Gonna start 2006 with a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Blog Addy: &lt;a href="http://www.superket.blogspot.com"&gt;www.superket.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....SuperKet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISHING EVERYONE A HAPPY NEW YEAR! ALL THE BEST FOR THE NEW YEAR! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113592665412363481?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113592665412363481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113592665412363481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113592665412363481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113592665412363481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-2005-welcome-2006.html' title='GoodBye 2005 / Welcome 2006...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113584448146776465</id><published>2005-12-29T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:45:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave Cat, The Scaredy Cat and The Clean Room..</title><content type='html'>I watched Chronicles of Narnia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. I enjoyed watching it. Laughed, cried, cheered and cursed...hehehe....I wonder if I sometimes over-react while watching movies... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where my brains were when I agreed to watch a movie at Orchard. The human traffic was freaking horrible and after the movie, I ended up spending money, buying clothes and accessories!!! Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Sumi. &lt;em&gt;"Babe, U look great!! U have lost so much weight! Wow!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back at 12 and ended up cleaning up my room and sleeping at 2 am. I just don't know why. I suddenly had the urge to clean my room at that hour....I'm wierd aren't I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping alone in my big 5-room flat! Me being a big scaredy cat, managed to build up courage and slept at home all by myself for the past 3 nights. Pa and bro are in Malaysia, Mum's been working, leaving me all alone! Boo hoo!! I think I might sleeping alone again tonite since Mama's going clubbing with her colleagues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113584448146776465?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113584448146776465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113584448146776465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113584448146776465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113584448146776465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/brave-cat-scaredy-cat-and-clean-room.html' title='The Brave Cat, The Scaredy Cat and The Clean Room..'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113566040198383006</id><published>2005-12-27T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:58:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas That Was So Zzzzzz....</title><content type='html'>My Christmas was not boring, it was very sleepy....I slept thru Christmas thanks the late-night on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/initha"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/initha%27s%20naming%20ceremony%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece's naming ceremony was done on Christmas. It was just an simple thingy with good food, music and of course, booze. Kumar had a good time drinking and ended up with a huge hangover the next day....Haha....I had a pretty bad headache too coz of coming home late after helping to clear the place before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Santha sis, there was dancing after you left. So sad you had to leave early.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and my aunties and almost everyone was having a good time dancing...hahaha....Even Kumar danced with me after he was a bit high la...hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun on Saturday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/initha"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/initha%27s%20naming%20ceremony%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar and I took this pic. This is Kumar when he was in the process of getting high.....Just look at my mouth...why is it so big!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day was spent with cleaning my home and Kumar's place. Shagglistic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back to work after so much difficulty in waking up this morning. Serene (my boss) has left for Australia yesterday and will only be back in 3 weeks' time. She has gone to attend her cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss her and I really hope non of the heads bother me for any statistics! Please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I would like to wish everyone a belated "Merry Christmas!"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe the year's gonna end in 4 days!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113566040198383006?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113566040198383006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113566040198383006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113566040198383006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113566040198383006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-that-was-so-zzzzzz.html' title='The Christmas That Was So Zzzzzz....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113536250059009342</id><published>2005-12-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:37:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts Galore!</title><content type='html'>If you are a faithfully reader of my blog or have last year's entries, you would have known I love Christmas.....I just love Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giving and receiving of gifts, the fantastic light-ups everywhere, the festive mood sets in....aahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in every other office, today was gift exchange day at my office. Everyone's table was either filled with gifts or chocolates or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what was the biggest surprise of the day.....Serene's gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/christmas%20gift1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just look at it! I didn't think that she would get me something so expensive. This cost a freaking $50!!!! She got the same thing for Mrs Goh. She must have spent 100 bucks just on us!! Oh my!! Isn't she a darling! But I do feel bad that she got us something so expensive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that next year, I gotta work harder...oh well, I don't mind. Serene is a wonderful boss! :) Blessed to have her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Bobby Mak (for whom I'm being PA) bought me and Serene out for lunch today. Something like a Christmas lunch. We went to Swensen's at Holland Village. It was so nice of him. He's beginning to turn out to be very nice guy after all. He's so friendly with us even though he's an AD and a Phd holder. The coversation flow was so well, we didn't even feel like we were having lunch with higher management. I like him even more now! :) I bought my digi cam along for lunch but I was too paise to take pics....wonder what Dr Mak might think....a bit wierd rite....take pics of having lunch...hehehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas is gonna be over in 2 days time and New Year is just around the corner. Time's really running fast. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, I haven't got my gifts from Clara and Ganesha yet. Hmmm.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113536250059009342?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113536250059009342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113536250059009342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113536250059009342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113536250059009342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/gifts-galore.html' title='Gifts Galore!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113515311072255691</id><published>2005-12-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:24:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman, pls STOP!</title><content type='html'>U know what's irritaing.....Someone constantly talking about her boyfriend and her upcoming wedding which is so many months away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really irritating to hear someone talk about nothing but her boyfriend and her wedding. I means don't you have anything else to talk about. Everytime we talk about something, 'the boyfriend' and 'the wedding' is mentioned. Oh please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are totally in love and you are excited about your wedding on the way but then please spare us! Its fun to hear it once in a while, not always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine (I'm not gonna mention names, don't wish to be sued) is always talking about her boyfriend and their wedding happening soon. We will be talking about something and then she starts to say something related to it, involving her boyfriend. Actually I should say 'Husband' since that's what she calls him even though they are not married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only topics that she can think about are : Her boyfriend, her wedding, her in-laws-to-be mentioning something about the wedding, what she's is planning for her wedding...blah blah blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,You are not the only one getting married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that's so irritating! Thank god, I don't have spend everyday with her! I might end up murdering her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113515311072255691?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113515311072255691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113515311072255691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113515311072255691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113515311072255691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/woman-pls-stop.html' title='Woman, pls STOP!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113509261562355032</id><published>2005-12-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:50:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisional Events Always Equals To Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>After every Divisional event I attend, I always end up with a sore throat. Thanks to all the screaming, shouting and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our Division's Year End Party today and as always, I had loads of fun. To much fun actually...hence the sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I joined MOE, I always end up taking part in the activities in every year's year end parties. This year, I tot of just relaxing and watching the show by hiding in a corner. But history repeated itself when Jumari called out my name for the first game. From then on, till the end of the party, I was never on my seat, except to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I have done today.....hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Me%20with%20balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Me%20with%20balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Helped my boss to blow balloons for her balloon sculpting....She's a professional clown...to put it more professionally....An entertainer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Me with the balloons Serene made for me!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/clara4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/clara4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Clara and I with the balloons! I just love this picture, so nice!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I pulled out 2 strands of white hair from Mr Chan's already balding head for a game (poor guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate tasteless food....Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched our DCS and DDs make a fool out of themselves by carrying toy instruments and dancing for some disco song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Helped to dress my DD up as Chicken Little, taught him how to dance, and danced together with him for the song.....That was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Screamed, shouted and cheered for our DD when they were deciding for a winner....which is why I've got a sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Got a cariature of myself done by one of my colleagues.....See, I'm SuperWoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Cariature%20of%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And finally, Clara and I went camera-crazy and took pics at the Christmas Trees at MOE before going back. It was a bit embrassing but what the heck la, the Christmas trees were just too pretty not to take pics with them!! :) The photos turned out nice, just that our faces were tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/50/clara1%20(purple%20christmas%20tree).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/200/clara1%20%28purple%20christmas%20tree%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The Christmas Tree at Customer Service Centre :)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/50/me%20at%20Christmas%20tree%20aft%20CSD%20Yr%20End%20Pty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/200/me%20at%20Christmas%20tree%20aft%20CSD%20Yr%20End%20Pty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The Christmas Tree outside Customer Service Centre, that's not my present. I just took one from the tree for the photo...hehehe....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/50/clara(red-gold%20christmas%20tree).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/1943/200/clara%28red-gold%20christmas%20tree%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The Christmas Tree at the Tower Block. Its so pretty!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha...so much fun...Its so sad that Clara's gonna leave but her new working place is still near to MOE and we will be able to meet up for lunch once in a while. That's good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie, my bed beackons me! ZZZzzzzzzzzzzz..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113509261562355032?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113509261562355032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113509261562355032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113509261562355032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113509261562355032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/divisional-events-always-equals-to.html' title='Divisional Events Always Equals To Sore Throat'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113496236318883378</id><published>2005-12-19T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:21:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm half-dead....</title><content type='html'>Its Monday and I'm almost like half-day and its only 11+. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been having enough sleep. I guess some of you might know why..... no choice la.....actually I do have a choice but then...I think I'll just be good and not get influenced by my lazy side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't understand, just ignore what I wrote la. Its just me talking to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've been sprouting a lot of nonsence on my blog lately.....terrible, terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realise that I'm attending functions almost every weekend nowadays. Every month, there's at least one function to attend. Man, there's goes all my taxi money and hongbao! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my niece's naming ceremony next week, Habibah's engagement in Jan, an uncle's wedding in March. I haven't got any invites in Feb yet but I sense something coming.....Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Radha's bro's 21st b-day on Saturday. It was fun. They had it at SPANS-JOM and it was really grand and nice. I decided that when Alvin turns 21, I'm gonna have a celebration for him like tat too! Must be something grand and special and nice. Not like my under-the-block 21st birthday. It was nice la but then a bit paise la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Alvin is just only 14 and i'm already planning all these.....Kethrine, Kethrine...u wonderful la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll end here before I go more nonsensical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113496236318883378?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113496236318883378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113496236318883378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113496236318883378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113496236318883378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-half-dead.html' title='I&apos;m half-dead....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113471936359681997</id><published>2005-12-16T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:49:23.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Ma Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/me%20and%20kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/320/me%20and%20kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If anyone was to ask me what would be the most hardest thing to give up in my life? It would be Kenny boy....Watching him grow day-by-day is such a joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his dumb stunts and the stupid things he does.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him licking me and biting me even though its disgusting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see him finish off everything on his bowl when its makan time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see his pathetic look when he knows that I'm gonna leave him at home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear him bark at me whenever I scold him or hit him..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love to see him slowly doze off to sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Above all, I simple love him too much..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at peoms, don't I !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113471936359681997?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113471936359681997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113471936359681997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113471936359681997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113471936359681997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/hes-ma-life.html' title='He&apos;s Ma Life!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113449394119564192</id><published>2005-12-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:13:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing It Too Hard?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder....Am I pushing myself too hard? I don't have time for myself. I don't have enough time to spend with my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bringing it upon myself or is it just fate? I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar and I had a fight that day about not spending time with each other..all thanks to me.....and now I feel so guilty. I should make some time for him and Kenny Boy. I don't want Kenny Boy to forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he won't la. I hadn't been to Kumar's place for about a week or so Kenny ran to me the moment he saw me at the gate on Saturday.....he's a cutie and he's grown so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's getting more defiant. He's not scared of me at all. He's only afraid of Kumar!!! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at home with a 5 day mc till Thursday thanks to a eye infection. My blady lens got infected. Shit rite! Anyway serves me right! Hah! This one I bought it upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better hit slumberland now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113449394119564192?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113449394119564192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113449394119564192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113449394119564192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113449394119564192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/pushing-it-too-hard.html' title='Pushing It Too Hard?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113362480689004542</id><published>2005-12-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:13:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the orange tube....</title><content type='html'>Have u ever wondered how I would look like in an orange tube? Anyone? Well, now you need not wonder anymore. The answer is here for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/penn%20show%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me in an orange tube...Never have I ever imagined myself wearing one! But now I have paraded in one, and for a television show somemore...How great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me explain from the top. I'm sure some of you might have seen the makeover ad for the new series of 'Penn'. Well, Serene called me up that day and told me that they need someone to do catwalk for the show and I being a free cock, agreed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, they were having an audition for the contestants to be selected for the makeover and we were supposed to do an introductory catwalk for them. There were supposed to be 4 girls, me in saree, Serene in punjabi suit, and another 2 girls in office and casual wear. But the other 2 girls backed out at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/penn%20show%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/penn%20show%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, it was a Stylemart model, Monica in saree, Serene in office wear and me casual! Hello, I suck in that dept!!!! I was like franatically searching through my wardrobe yesterday looking for something wearable on tv. I just grabbed a few tops and packed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producer, Kalai didn't like any of my tops and was getting a bit impatient when Serene suggested wearing her orange top. I was like, me in an orange top!!! No way man! But what to do, I didn't have a choice and it was the orange tube!! But hey, I did look nice in it rite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/me%20alone.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/me%20alone.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I looked like this everyday! Wow!! Maybe the tube was making uncomfortable but I tell u, I love me hair and my make-up! Its super great! One of the judges, Sharmilah, did the make-up for me! She's good! She conducts make-up classes, maybe I should attend one of her lessons...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not sure if they are actually putting the whole modelling thingy on tv, hopefully not! But if any of you see it, please switch off the telly once it starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113362480689004542?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113362480689004542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113362480689004542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113362480689004542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113362480689004542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/check-out-orange-tube.html' title='Check out the orange tube....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113349574109051102</id><published>2005-12-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:46:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas mood's setting in....</title><content type='html'>I tot I could sleep early yesterday nite but I still ended up sleeping at 1 am. Shit! And this morning, I had so much difficulty waking up!!! Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all my Christmas shopping in one day!! Cool huh!! Bought everything from The Body Shop at Plaza Sing. Member what, got discount. No hassle and save money also. A bit headache over! Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Serene (the Ms Cleopatra winner) yesterday, to meet someone. Something's coming up this Saturday. I'll blog about this after it happens ok. I just wanna create suspense for fun la...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was meeting her at City Hall, I decided to use the toilet at Raffles City. When I entered, I remembered that they were having this Batman show over there and the atrium was already very crowded with people as the show started in 5 mins time at 7pm. So i decided to hang around to see the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a few peolple dressed up as bats dancing around for a while and then Batman came down from the 3rd level of the shopping centre using a flying fox! Wow, that was so cool!!! I was equally excited as the kids there. It was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there again but I just don't have the time. But never mind, I'll be contended that I managed to see it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Serene and we had dinner at Magic Wok Thai Cuisine at Capitol Building. It was my first time there and the food was nice and relatively cheap. We then headed back to Raffles City to see one of our old schoolmates working at 'Island Shop'. Serene and I actually studied at the same ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the stuff they sell at that shop. Wow! Its an ethnic shop, selling all kind of indianised clothes, accessories and stuff. So nice!!! And also so expensive!!! I think if I was a tai-tai, I might be able to afford it!! But I wouldn't mind pampering myself one of these days....hmmm....*evil look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Raffles%20City%20Christmas%20Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/320/Raffles%20City%20Christmas%20Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were walking out, we saw a lot of people taking photographs of the big Christmas tree outside the shopping centre. So Serene and I decided to blend in with them and also took a few shots with our camera. Haha...like freaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113349574109051102?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113349574109051102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113349574109051102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113349574109051102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113349574109051102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-moods-setting-in.html' title='The Christmas mood&apos;s setting in....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113333818120612475</id><published>2005-11-30T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:09:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Attempt</title><content type='html'>My handphone attempted suicide....serious...it fell from my hands onto the floor.....really.....ok fine, I dropped it again! And this time, the cover actually came off! Hehe......I'm pretty terrible with phone huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to get a new phone but I'll wait for my plan to finish. That way, I can get a phone at a cheaper price. Besides, I like this handphone number so I might just do a upgrade. I just have to tahan and take good care of my phone till next April...hopefully.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the 'This Fashion' at Dhoby Ghaut. I haven't been there before and I almost had a headache planning where to start and end. But my mission was just to buy a short black office skirt but I failed my mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I got a blouse and no skirt. The skirts were either too big, too short or long or I didn't like them. U know I've been hunting for a black skirt since I don't know when. And I still can't get one. I have to keep trying till I get one that I like. Do I have to search so much just for one black skirt!! Blame fussy me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113333818120612475?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113333818120612475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113333818120612475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113333818120612475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113333818120612475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/suicide-attempt.html' title='Suicide Attempt'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113324693211686798</id><published>2005-11-29T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:21:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should been hitting myself right now!!</title><content type='html'>My lens got worse and now my eyes hurt terribly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a result of my bochupness, I have to wear specs. My left eye hurts horribly! I can't even see properly when its too bright! And its all my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty rite! I decided to give my lovely eyes a break and I'm gonna wear specs for another 10 days before I get myself a new pair of lens. So its gonna be Studious Kethrine from 29/11 to 8/12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my eyes get better by then. Sorry eyes!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guess who I saw yesterday after work....My Ex-Boyfriend. He has called me a few times before and we kind of buried the hatchet so it wasn't that awkward seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks different now. Has rebonded his hair and has a new girlfriend whom he is planning to marry next year. And he was going to fetch his girlfriend. Good for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we put stuff behind us, its still wierd when i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....better not talk about him. Anyway I cut my long nails today and I feel so sad. I really like my nails and I was able to do stuff with those super long nails before but now its like I can't do stuff without cutting them, esp typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its much more easier to type with short nails nowadays. I guess I might not be having super long nails anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113324693211686798?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113324693211686798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113324693211686798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113324693211686798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113324693211686798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-should-been-hitting-myself-right-now.html' title='I should been hitting myself right now!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113314595860016392</id><published>2005-11-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:10:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When U r happy, It shows!</title><content type='html'>Monday....Monday.....Monday......sian ah sian......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know la. No matter how much I sleep, I'm still feelin like I don't have enough sleep. Aiyah, everyday also like tat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Clara"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Clara%27s%20ROM%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I attended Clara's ROM yesterday at Khalsa. I was supposed to go with Kumar but in the end, he had work and so I had to go alone. I was hoping he would come so that I could go in the bike but then....too bad la. But I had Paul for company and Angie and Rachel were sitting with me and so I wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Clara looked really good. She looked really different. Of&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Clara"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Clara%27s%20ROM%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; course, she was the star of the day, she had to look good!!! Everything went well, just that the registrar was hopeless long-winded and talking too much. He even reprimanded Xavier when he was not listening and looking around and he was explaning every single crap about the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara, Xavier and the rest of us were relieved when he finished the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Clara"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Clara%27s%20ROM%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ceremony. Now both of them are legally married and next year June, they'll be having their church wedding. They must be waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara's really happy. It shows. She has put on so much weight, just look at her. She's a new job, a new flat and now she's gonna get hitched soon! Good for her! Now that she's leaving MOE, i'm gonna miss her a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113314595860016392?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113314595860016392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113314595860016392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113314595860016392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113314595860016392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-u-r-happy-it-shows.html' title='When U r happy, It shows!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113293385337081276</id><published>2005-11-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:27:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Kenny!</title><content type='html'>Basket, So late already but still no sleep coming...like tat how!!!! Can't sleep so I decided to blog. After this, I gotta lie down and try to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No poo cleaning today!!! Yeah!!! Hehe....so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar was on MC today...down with flu....no, I didn't pass it to him. He got wet in the rain too much, that's why. Since he was at home today, I didn't have to do it. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything interesting to blog about so I'll post some pics of Kenny I took on Wednesday. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%2025113.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See him waiting for his makan! Took this before I gave him his dinner. Just look at how eager he looks!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%2025115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was taken when he was playing with his bone, after being tired of trying to persuade me to play...hehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/kenny%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/kenny%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His attempts at biting me and trying to make me play with him....He simply loves to bite my fingernails! I wonder what he's gonna bite once I cut them!! He still has my jeans to chew on! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/kenny%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is my most favourite photo - Just look at how cute he is!! I'm gonna print a small size pic to display at my workstation and also a big one to frame up and hang at Kumar's place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113293385337081276?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113293385337081276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113293385337081276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113293385337081276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113293385337081276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/cutie-kenny.html' title='Cutie Kenny!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113281991917720010</id><published>2005-11-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:13:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinko Poo!</title><content type='html'>I've been cleaning Kenny's poo for the past 3 days and I'm still can't escape from it. Kumar's been working OT everyday and even today, which means I have another day of poo cleaning today. Oh brother!! Its his food , Solid Gold, that's making his poo stink bad! Why can't these manufacturers improve their product to smell nicer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kenny's getting a bit bored when he's alone with me coz I don't play much with him. The only thing I do while waiting for Kumar to come back, is just watch TV.You don't expect me to run the house with him after work rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he normally does: First, he tries to bite, then he tries to play with me. When he sees that I don't retaliate, he tries to bite me again. Then he goes and plays with his ball, bones and runs the house. Then again, he comes to bite me and persuade me to play with him. When I ignore him, he then goes back to playing with the stuff and running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he just sits there and looks at me, with a pathetic face to make me play with him. At times, I'll take the ball and throw around and he'll be happy. But when he sees that I don't move around and just sit there, he goes back to playing with his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't mind going over there coz Kenny needs to be fed. I like seeing him, playing with him (at times) and feeding him. The only put off is the stinko poo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar and I bought him a collar on Tuesday. Its black in colour and has a bell attached. He looks so cute in it. We also bought him a matching leash. Kenny's super fast. When Kumar brings him down, he moves so fast that Kumar gets exhausted keeping up with him! So the leash was a must!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113281991917720010?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113281991917720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113281991917720010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113281991917720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113281991917720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/stinko-poo.html' title='Stinko Poo!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113255853161748931</id><published>2005-11-21T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:06:39.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serves Me Right! *Pain pain*</title><content type='html'>I'm on course from today till Wednesday and I'm not sure how I'm gonna survive this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about Computer Literacy and its for beginners....I mean basic basic basic beginners...I think you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being on the advanced side....ok, a bit on the advanced side.....am regreting applying for it but I don't have a choice!!! Its one of the compulsory modules to complete..........Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my right eye hurts!! Its hurts pretty bad and its all my fault. I slept with my lens on at my aunt's place on Saturday and was wearing it till Sunday night and this morning, my right eye were so painful, I couldn't wear my lens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm studious Kethrine till my eye gets better.....I know whatcha thinking...."Serves her right".....correct...I know I know, I deserve it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we are learning about Microsoft Word, so the trainer told us to draw pic using Paint and here's my masterpiece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey, nice or not.....see got a girl looking out of the window......hehehe....ok ok, don't throw shoe!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar's doing OT today and so I have to go to his place and help him clear up the Kenny's mess in the kitchen and also to feed him. I wonder where Kenny would have pooed...hopefully all his poo has dried up and its not smelly anymore......Kenny's poo smells horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got another hour to tahan sial!!!!! :0 *pain pain* :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113255853161748931?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113255853161748931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113255853161748931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113255853161748931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113255853161748931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/serves-me-right-pain-pain.html' title='Serves Me Right! *Pain pain*'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113221701686333161</id><published>2005-11-17T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:57:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Bad Stuff Happen in Pairs?</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick...esp being when its flu....i just hate it!! I've been with flu since Friday and its still not over...Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah to add on the bad mood, I went to cut my fringe and it turned out bad and its super short and now I don't have a choice but to pin everything up and expo my super big forehead with a huge pimple on it...I'm apologise if I have frightened anyone....sorry.....Now I have to wait till it grows a longer.....damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how fucked up u feel, when you gotta go out, you gotta go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my ITE buddies Avril and Tuminie after a very very very long time..after 3 years....very long rite. We just didn't have the time. But finally we managed to meet up yesterday. We met up at Orchard and ate, shopped, bitched about others and had a whole lot of laughs! We also took neoprints, ah...i miss taking neoprints!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time with my ladies!!! I should go out with them more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/avril,%20me%20and%20minie03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/avril%2C%20me%20and%20minie03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/avril,%20me%20and%20minie02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/avril%2C%20me%20and%20minie02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/avril%2C%20me%20and%20minie04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113221701686333161?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113221701686333161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113221701686333161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113221701686333161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113221701686333161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-bad-stuff-happen-in-pairs.html' title='Do Bad Stuff Happen in Pairs?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113182908217834560</id><published>2005-11-13T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:12:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing Mode...</title><content type='html'>I clubbed...after a very long time!!! Yipee!! But I am very tired!!! Guess I danced too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't have the mood to go anywhere today coz I was down with flu and fever. But it was my cousin's ROM today and also we were celebrating Minah's birthday at Ashoka so I had to go. But even though I was having flu, I rocked to every of my favourite song played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoka is ok. There was quite a big crowd today. The music was great just that there weren't many cute guys to ogle at. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Aminahb-day%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Aminahb-day%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the birthday girl with her two cakes. She bought one for herself and we also got a cake for her. It was a big group today, with a thorn among the roses. Rathiga, Me, Aminah, Kavitha. Jerry's sister, Jerry's girlfriend and Rathiga's husband Siva. I asked Kumar to come along since Siva was coming but he didn't want to come. I miss dancing with him....Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Aminahb-day%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Aminahb-day%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all actually wanted to take more photos but we were too busy dancing away and by the time we left the club, we were looking totally non-photogenic so we skipped it. But I still took pics of myself......See I look good even after a night of rocking myself..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really ought to be sleeping now but I decided to clear all my stuff now so that I can sleep longer.....And updating my blog was the last thing to do and now I'm done so I'll hit the sheets!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113182908217834560?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113182908217834560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113182908217834560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113182908217834560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113182908217834560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/clubbing-mode.html' title='Clubbing Mode...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113167942032911444</id><published>2005-11-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:43:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care, Big Momma</title><content type='html'>My mum left for India this morning and she just called me from the airport to say that she's gonna board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And suddenly I feel so lonely......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that my mother and I are not on good terms but then she was still around at home, nearby and within reach. But now she's like so far away and for so long....I feel so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already feeling down yesterday when her cousin came to pick her up. I ended up crying to Kumar over the phone. And now its worse. She has officially left to India and I won't be back till Dec. And the house and my handphone is gonna be so quite. I wish she didn't have to go. I don't mind standing her nagging even though its damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can look on the bright side, thinking about she not nagging me for another 3 weeks and also about the stuff she's gonna bring back for me from India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss her already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Mummy, come back faster leh!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've not blogged about a lot of things like I put on weight! Serious! I have gained about 3 kg. Now some of my pants don't fit me anymore, thanks to my big hips and butts. And my tummy seems to be sticking out a bit with fats....hehehe.....and also my face looks a bit puffy rite...look at my pics..u'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe....I'm so happy....I'm not boney anymore....I just wanna gain a bit and then that's it. I'll maintain it from then on....hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm not sure if you guys noticed this. Vasanthan Central has this ad about &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Metti Oli Wedding Planners'&lt;/span&gt;. I was just thinking and maybe we might soon have these too: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kolangal Beauty Salon'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anandham Restuarant'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My Dear Bootham Childcare Centre'&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113167942032911444?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113167942032911444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113167942032911444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113167942032911444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113167942032911444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-care-big-momma.html' title='Take care, Big Momma'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113160302852772766</id><published>2005-11-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:44:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La..La...La...La...La..</title><content type='html'>Don't mind the blog title, I just didn't know what to name this entry...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been fighting my inner demons for too long and I lost yesterday. I finally took urgent off and slept like a pig. I actually just wanted to take half-day to go JB but the demons won and I took one whole day....man, my self control seems to be going down the drain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to Kumar's place almost everyday, just to play with Kenny. I think I've never even done that for Kumar...hehehe....Kenny Boy's getting naughtier and naughtier day by day. He's bulllying me just like Kumar. He's always trying to bite me but he's starting to lick me more now....must be the Cocoa Butter body foam I'm using.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only afraid of Kumar and not me. Basically because I don't scold. I know this is wierd but he's starting to kiss me alot....hehehe.....too much love la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should him when I step into the house. He runs from where ever he is and comes over and jumps to me and circles my leg...oh my....watching him is so lovely. That day Kumar and I brought him to the carpark and let him run and he was sp cute...hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's grown a lot. Now he's taller. He's able to reach the sofa and the bed. He's also beginning to bark more and louder...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really the darling of our lives!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113160302852772766?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113160302852772766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113160302852772766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113160302852772766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113160302852772766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/lalalalala.html' title='La..La...La...La...La..'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113120853936375333</id><published>2005-11-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:25:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Initha%20Nivashnni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Initha%20Nivashnni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name: Initha Nivashnni&lt;br /&gt;DOB: 5/11/2005&lt;br /&gt;Time Born: 4:09 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my new niece. Finally!! Someone for me to company!! My sis-in-law gave birth yesterday morning to this lov&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Me%20and%20Initha%20Nivashnni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Me%20and%20Initha%20Nivashnni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ely baby girl at KKH. Another new addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a real joy watching this little cutie. She's so cute and fragile, I'm very afraid to even carry her. I'll wait till she's a bit bigger and more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a name for her was such a difficult task but after some time, Kuamr bro, I and everyone managed to get a nice name, according to numerology so as to bring her good luck la...indians!! *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, fter visiting the baby and my sis-in-law, I went to Rathiga's place for Deepavali dinner. Wow, her two kids, Ivy and Phoenix were super-cute and were very playful too. I was hugging and kissing her son that her husband got uncomfortable.....her kids are really darlings la....her daughter was fat and chubby...my my....makes me wanna go there more..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the four musketeers who are always full of nonsense!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Minah,me,Kavitha%20and%20Rathiga01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Minah%2Cme%2CKavitha%20and%20Rathiga01.0.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;Charming, aren't we!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113120853936375333?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113120853936375333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113120853936375333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113120853936375333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113120853936375333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-new-arrival.html' title='Another New Arrival'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113093307990378199</id><published>2005-11-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:41:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali 2005</title><content type='html'>Finally Deepavali's over and I would say it was,as always, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Deepavali2005%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Deepavali2005%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my Deepavali Eve was pretty bad. Deciding to do my threading on the eve was a very bad idea. I thought that going to Tekka in the morning would help me avoid the crowd but boy was I wrong. There were Indian swarmed in Tekka at morning itself. So I had no choice but to squeeze thru all those people and get my threading, buy accessories and also buy kueh kueh for Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to follow Kumar to do his last minute shopping and Queensway and more Indians there, esp those young TBs and TGs getting their Deepavali outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home was the only thing on my mind. I was way too shagged on Deepavali Eve-my busiest Deepavali Eve ever. And for the first time, I got jewellery on Deepavali. My mum exchanged some old gold for new ones...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali was as usual visiting but having my menses, didn't really make me feel comfortable. I was sick of all the food and kueh kueh by afternoon and had to force some down at the other two places I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Deepavali is over but not my holiday. I wasn't working tomorrow and we have another holiday tomorrow...hehe...but I'm going to work on Firday. Too much holiday with no plans is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Kenny has really changed mine and Kumar's life. Both of us are happier and time really flies with Kenny around. We bought him to his first vaccination today and now he's pretty quiet &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Deepavali2005%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Deepavali2005%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after his jab. He's always very very active. And today was his first bike ride. Kumar and I bought him to the clinic on the bike. He was pretty nervous but then he was looking up at me and just enjoying the ride...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Kumar bought him to my aunt's place for the prayers and everyone who came there had so much fun playing with him. Everyone really loves him a lot!!! Of course, who wouldn't!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we are so happy to have him. He's the Darling of our lifes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113093307990378199?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113093307990378199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113093307990378199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113093307990378199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113093307990378199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepavali-2005.html' title='Deepavali 2005'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113051386623303780</id><published>2005-10-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:22:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's Finally Arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Kumar and I have named the pup '&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;' and he's finally with us forever....Both of us were so anxiously waiting for him and finally he arrived...oh my..he's a darling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Kenny"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Kenny%27s%20First%20Day%20With%20Us%20002.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually Kenny was the name I initially thought of but then I was waiting for Kumar to suggest something and he decided that we'll stick with Kenny and we did...Kenny...Kenny Boy...I like the way it sounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, having a pup really makes time fly fast. Both of us had such a great time playing with him. He was first exploring the place and then looking around and then he finally started to play around. And he kept urinating on one of Kumar's doormat..hehe..i think he likes that spot....Kumar's gonna have a hard time trying to toilet train him...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kenny loves biting my jeans. Kenny's only a month and a half old and its the teething time and so he'll love to bite stuff and I guess my jeans is one of his first teething toys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some serious playing and exploration, he just dozed off near Kumar. He was really cuted coiled up and asleep. I didn't really have the heart to come back but then what to do..I don't live there...sigh.....Kumar just called me and told me that he's up again and playing...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him a lot. He so cute but I know that he's not gonna stay the same way as he's growing but whatever I'm still gonna love him. Hopefully I can tahan his hyer-activenes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise Kumar's kinda of a bad cameraman. Look at the pics he took of me and Kenny. There are so out of focus....either that he was too lazy to zoom in nicely and give a good pic...asshole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be occupied and not bored anymore. I can tell from his face that he is really in love with Kenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our family: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kumar, Kethrine and Kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to continue reading 'Jack Russell Terriers for Dummies'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113051386623303780?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113051386623303780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113051386623303780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113051386623303780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113051386623303780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/kennys-finally-arrived.html' title='Kenny&apos;s Finally Arrived!!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-113022358696433669</id><published>2005-10-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:51:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Its the name..</title><content type='html'>I didn't know preparing for a dog was this tiring...My entire Saturday and Sunday was spent preparing Kumar's house for the pup's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We installed a gate, did shelves, organised wires, moved furniture....oh boy....I was totally drained....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its worth it. I guess that little pup is gonna make our lifes more enjoyable.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the pup to arrive this Friday. Heather (the owner) offered to drop him at Kumar's place. Isn't that sweet of her....either that or she's afraid that Kumar and I might bring him back on the bike...hehe....of course we won't...He's too young to be on a bike...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and now there's another search going on...'The Name Search'...Kumar and I still have not decided to what to name the pup....Argh.....this is so difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice, I would name him 'SuperMan' or 'Clark Kent'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have another 2 more days to find a name.....Any Suggestions anyone??? (Name should start with 'K'....u should know why...hehe...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-113022358696433669?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/113022358696433669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=113022358696433669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113022358696433669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/113022358696433669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-its-name.html' title='Now Its the name..'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112986326661053267</id><published>2005-10-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:08:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search has finally ended!</title><content type='html'>I think I attract butches (male dogs)..ok not all, maybe just two males dog I saw in the past two days. And one of it was totally all over me.....it was disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, Kumar and I went to this flat in Sembawang where they were selling home breed Jack Russells. There was Papa JR, Mama JR and 2 JR puppies. The puppies were so so super cute!!! And I don't know what got into Papa JR but he was totally all over me. Walking around, sitting on me, jumping on me, licking me and he even licked me on the mouth....it was totally disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Heather (the owner) put him inside the kitchen and closed the door. That was when I had peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two puppies were extremely cute and Kumar and I had a hard time trying to choose one but eventually we chose one fellow who was constantly bitting my dress and Kumar's jeans and licking my feets clean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the search for the perfect pup has ended and Kumar and I soon gonna be proud parents of Jack Russell born on Sept 11 2005...cool.... He he!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the other male dog smitten with me. Romeo, Indra auntie's dog. Yesterday I went over to her place to pass a dress I bought for Monieskhaa. And I don't know what got over Romeo, he was just sitting right beside me and didn't even leave the spot. He also followed me to the gate when I was leaving. Either he missed me a lot coz I didn't go there for a long time or he was just eyeing the goreng pisang I was having in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a lot of things to prepare for the dog's arrival. Which means my Saturday is totally burned...sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112986326661053267?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112986326661053267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112986326661053267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112986326661053267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112986326661053267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/search-has-finally-ended.html' title='The Search has finally ended!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112968344471956362</id><published>2005-10-19T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:06:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things keep getting on ma nerves!</title><content type='html'>Am I not fated to see the Deepavali deco in Little India at night this year? First we were supposed to go last week and now tomorrow's outing is cancelled coz Kavi can't make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these peps are not going this Friday, then I only have next week to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I wanna buy anything or what, I just wanna go there and see see look look and get into the Deepavali spirit...ok, maybe that reaction was a bit too much! Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm not getting any Deepavali suit. I have spent way too much money on clothes and I've decided to wear one of the new sarees I bought this year. Hmm...saree for Deepavali...the last time I wore a saree during Deepavali was 5 years back...hehe...Now I gotta decide what saree to wear...Red and Black or Maroon and White...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, I really feel like like burning my face and balding my head. The way both of them are getting on my nerves is really making me lose my patience. I just trimmed my hair in Sept and I really feel like layering it now. Its just not listening to me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my face seems to be rebeling and refusing to look healthy, even though its already looking horrible!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever complaining about my hair and my face!! Please bear with me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112968344471956362?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112968344471956362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112968344471956362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112968344471956362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112968344471956362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-keep-getting-on-ma-nerves.html' title='Things keep getting on ma nerves!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112925400690040651</id><published>2005-10-14T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:05:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Workstation at MOE...more like food counter</title><content type='html'>This is a record - I have spent this whole week coming to work without taking any time-off. Is that painful or what!!I'm still wondering why I didn't take any time off at all.....I guess it was because I didn't have anyone to go out with me! Oh well, coming to work this whole week wasn't very bad. Still can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was bored so I started snapping pics of my workstation at my office. Wanna see? Of course, you would! You don't have a choice...hehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Photo Corner.....just 2 pathetics pics... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%200015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some Junk on my CPU... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%200026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Food Corner, I told ya I'm a pig!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%200035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%200043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Penguins...courtesy of Ganesha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like the pic of the green &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;monster behind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tat's totally me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%200052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Birthday Roses...(dried roses &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually)...The hanging roses &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%200051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were given to me by my temps on their last day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? Nice? These are just the few things on my workstation. There's lot more...I'll post about another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a Motivation Talk at Civil Service College later this afternoon.....let me see where's its being conducted...hmm....ah there...CSC Auditorium...Ok, sure can sleep wan....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/office%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/office%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey, Most of you have seen me with make-up, without make-up, with an oily face but have you seen me after a bath...there see....very fresh hor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hehe...me and my goofy smile....can see my pimples even better ah...when am I ever gonna have good skin....in my dreams maybe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I still look good...heheh....thick skin....*_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112925400690040651?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112925400690040651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112925400690040651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112925400690040651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112925400690040651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-workstation-at-moemore-like-food.html' title='My Workstation at MOE...more like food counter'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112901718130339646</id><published>2005-10-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:03:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skirty Problem....</title><content type='html'>I heard this conversation between an Indian mother and daughter in the MRT today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mother: I think your skirt is a bit short...&lt;br /&gt;Daughter (in school uniform): Ma, this is considered very long already u know. My friend's one shorter..&lt;em&gt;*Her skirt was already a mini.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mother: I still think its short.....&lt;em&gt;*mumbles something and they alight.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of my parents' reaction when I shorten my skirt in Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: Is this a school skirt or a mini skirt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: Your skirt now shorter ah...not bad.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised at my mum's reaction? My mum's pretty modern....But the girl's skirt was really too short for a Sec sch skirt or am I still in the 90s??? If that skirt was seen on any of my Sec sch girls, they would have been sent home straightaway. Guess times have changed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112901718130339646?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112901718130339646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112901718130339646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112901718130339646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112901718130339646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/skirty-problem.html' title='Skirty Problem....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112893315999872117</id><published>2005-10-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:33:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad About Dogs!</title><content type='html'>I went on a dog-sighting excusion on Saturday. First Kumar and I went to SPCA together with Gopi bro to see if there were any dogs that we could adopt. Boy, its was smelly but the dogs were cute. But there wasn't any puppies that Kumar and I got adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar and I planning to get a dog....hehehe.....2 big dogs gonna have a puppy......hehehe....u get it???? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so excited about it!! Its like having a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SPCA, Kumar bro, Gopi bro, Kumar and I all went to the Pasir Ris Farm area where there were many puppy and dog farms. It was another stinko place! Boy, the smell was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the puppies there were super super super cute!! I just couldn't resist them!! There were many different kind of puppies and my fav would be silky terrier and maltese but when I heard the price. I almost had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are puppies so expensive!!!! $700+, $800+...oh me god!!!!! Kumar wants a Jack Rusell coz he has grown one before.....and I heard that its a very very hyper-active dog........I kinda don't really like dogs which are hyper. I like the quiet and tame type. But there are so expensive!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar and I plan to go dog shopping next week. I just can't wait!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112893315999872117?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112893315999872117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112893315999872117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112893315999872117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112893315999872117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/mad-about-dogs.html' title='Mad About Dogs!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112867299732112777</id><published>2005-10-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:11:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to better looking skin!!</title><content type='html'>I bought things again!! But this time it was skincare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to The Body Shop at Holland Village to check out the new Vitamin E skincare range and ended up buying a complete set of its range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Body%20Shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Body%20Shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe......Leamathi also bought the same thing. Is it just my luck or what but the person who comes shopping with me ends up buying something similar to what I buy. But it was a really good buy. I got a cleanser, toner, mosituriser and facial scrub for only $48.90. If I had not bought it on the promotional price, I would have easily spent $85.90......phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really like the smell of it! And I got a Olive Body Wash free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are so boring! There is nothing interesting to watch on TV at all and today I didn't have any plans to go anywhere. So I decided to come back and tidy up my room a bit. I also rearranged my wardrobe a bit thanks to the new arrival of clothes. I realise that I'm satisfied with the stuff I have to wear. I have enough tops, bottoms, punjabi suits and sarees. So I shouldn't be buying anymore clothes rite....let's just hope that I do not buy anymore clothes.....Please, God Help Me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112867299732112777?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112867299732112777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112867299732112777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112867299732112777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112867299732112777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-to-better-looking-skin.html' title='Here&apos;s to better looking skin!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112858671027955863</id><published>2005-10-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:27:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can the living marry the dead?</title><content type='html'>I went to see Corpse Bride yesterday at Plaza Singapore and I ended up buying 2 blouses and a pair of earrings. Oh well, like I have mentioned before, I'm incorrigible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/corpse%20bride2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The movie was ok. Luckily I watched it on a Wednesday and not on a weekend. Paying $9.50 for this movie would have been such a waste. Its just a feel-good movie with good animation. It was a bit funny la. The women were tiny at the waist and big at the bottom. That was comical to see and nothing else.....watch it if you really have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with preparing some statistics for my AD for the past 3 days and now i'm back to being bored again....oh my.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up late since Tuesday. Either my alarm doesn't ring at 6 or I'm dead sleepy that I don't hear it ring. I always wake up at 6.50 am but I don't rush. Still relax and leave for work. Who cares if I am late now!! Exercise is over and office is so boring......sigh.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112858671027955863?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112858671027955863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112858671027955863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112858671027955863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112858671027955863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-living-marry-dead.html' title='Can the living marry the dead?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112832953042243223</id><published>2005-10-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:30:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vasantham Star! Vasantham Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vasantham Star! Vasantham Star!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/vs011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to see Vasantham Star Finals live yesterday!!! I know I wouldn't have done that if I was in my right mind. I guess my brain was not working when I agreed to Minah asking me to accompany her!!! Shabir happens to be her cousin and so she wanted to show her support. My support was for Devarajan who is a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put my brains at home and act like crazy and brainless VS-infactuated fans who scream their lungs out when they are stars are on stage!! Yeah, I was screaming my lungs when all 12 of them were singing, just to give support to them la. And thanks to Siti and Minah's super-smart idea of standing up when Shabir was selected for the top 3, we managed to get our faces on TV! How wonderful! Then started the SMS flow..."What u doin on TV?"..."Oei, u so excited for what? Love Shabir too much is it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my friends told me that they even saw me dancing!!! Was I??? Man, this is so embarassing!! What to do? I left my brain at home for that evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/VasanthamStar%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/VasanthamStar%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shabir won!!!! Well, I guess he deserved it! He does have plenty of star quality!! And since he was Minah's cousin, we managed to get into the basement area where the stars were after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started.....snapping pics with those we wanted to, thanks my digi-cam. I guess those peps must have felt like super stars...hehehe....Shabir was really friendly. Humble guy, didn't even have any kind of arrogrance in him! Cute boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/VasanthamStar%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/VasanthamStar%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Star....hehehe.....He's cute isn't he....Deva acutally hugged me when I went to congratulate him....hmm....Kumar should have been there, my face would have been in the 'Obituary Section' today...hehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/VasanthamStar%200253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/VasanthamStar%200253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even took a pic with the VS Villian when we caught him at the Reception while we were leaving....hehehe.......Pugalenthi!!! U rock man! Hehe...And I saw Sumi there! Girl, u look great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should say, I did have fun!! Been a long time since I made a fool out of myself. Last time I behaved like this, was at the Vikram Show 2 years back. That was hyper-maniacism!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should attend more of these kind of shows and make myself famous.......hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up, Kethrine!!! *Slaps ownself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112832953042243223?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112832953042243223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112832953042243223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112832953042243223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112832953042243223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/10/vasantham-star-vasantham-star_03.html' title='Vasantham Star! Vasantham Star!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112817721434880107</id><published>2005-09-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:49:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gajini - Surya's really good!</title><content type='html'>I'm aching all over, thanks to the training day yesterday but it was fun.I really had a good time doing those activities with my group members and also climbing the high rope 'Spiderman Web'. It was cool! Its good to have these kind of physical activities once in a while. We were really shacked by the end of the day but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest surprise was my group winning the first prize for being the most active group. Interesting huh! One look at all of us, and you would say none of us look the sporty type but hey we won the first prize, which was a hamper of biscuits and chocolates....hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Gajini'!!! I watched in on the first day of release itself!!! This is my first time watching a movie on the release date. The movie was cool and I gotta agree, Surya was really very very handsome on this movie, Boy, he looked good, simply too good. It was really different movie. Worth watching it in the theatre. Maybe I will watch it again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112817721434880107?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112817721434880107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112817721434880107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112817721434880107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112817721434880107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/gajini-suryas-really-good.html' title='Gajini - Surya&apos;s really good!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112791583582008964</id><published>2005-09-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:37:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 23rd Hatch Day</title><content type='html'>I'm 23....I'm already 23...aarghhh....ok ok, I'll just stick to "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm 23&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 23rd birthday is going to be over in 2 hours and 10 minutes....wow.....I had a very nice day.....Something simple, nice and peaceful except for the terrible hot weather in the morning and the super heavy rain in the afternoon where I had to spent about 20 minutes under a bridge along BKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got wet in a heavy rain last year on my b-day and also this year. But I'm happy that it rained today. When I was young, someone told me that if it rains on your birthday, it means that God is blessing you. Me and my beliefs!!! So when it rained, I looked up and said "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....Ok, I know I'm wierd! :) Even Kumar thinks so!! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love presents and was getting a bit sad when Kumar kept telling me that he didn't get me a gift coz I told him that I didn't want anything and he was even doing that when we were going to the temple!!! But that little rascal was sneaky and did get me something. He even got me flowers too!!!! And I'm really happy that he spent the whole day with me, even though we didn't even go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/my23bday%200042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/my23bday%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who skipped meals to get me my presents! Yeah, Kumar was short of cash before my birthday coz his bike had to have some repairs done and also he didn't want to touch out savings and so he skipped dinner on Monday and lunch on Tuesday to get my the cushion and the flowers! I was so touched I cried!! Kumar has to be the love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely gifts from Kumar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/my23bday%200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/my23bday%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my birthday today!!! Thank you to everyone who wished me!!! I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy, isn't the day gonna soon!! Anyway I have a training day to attend tomorrow. I hate it when they organise these kind of dumb stuff. This means I have to wear a T-shirt and sports shoes and really look a goon! But anywhere I have Clara to accompany me. Both of us are gonna look like goons. I hate wearing T-shirt and sports shoes. I don't look good in them! Argh!!! Do I have a choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Good Nite!! I'm going to bed with a smile!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112791583582008964?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112791583582008964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112791583582008964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112791583582008964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112791583582008964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-23rd-hatch-day.html' title='My 23rd Hatch Day'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112772061318299874</id><published>2005-09-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:44:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to ma Hatch Day......Yippee!</title><content type='html'>Man, its only Monday. Almost didn't make it to work but I managed to pacify myself and go to work thinking abt the leave on Wednesday which happens to be ma HATCH DAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever seen any other fool like me who is so damn excited about her birthday? I think not, I must be the only goondu like that...hehehe.....what to do...me a bit psycho mah.....hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is really a special month to me. First coz my birthday's in it, I also started working at MOE in Sep and also my cousin bro Gopi's (20/9) and my Daddy's (22/9) birthdays are also in Sep. Its a birthday month for us...So yesterday at my aunt's place, we celebrated his birthday, he's just a year from touching the big three o - 30!! (Old man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/gopibday%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/gopibday%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See ma bro and me...how he handsome or not? Anyone interested????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/gopibday%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....just joking....he has a prospective bride in India waiting for him....hehehe....Elder sis-in-law from India, now 2nd sis-in-law is also from India......hmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, see my new top....nice nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to decorate my room for a long time so today during lunch, I went to IKEA to get something nice to spice my room and I bought a hanging storage. But I was so busy helping Alvin rearrange his room and move in his new cupboard that I didn't have time for my room. Should get it done by this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once its done, pics will be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another idea of decorating my room and it is slowly being carried out. Once its fully completed, I'll definitely post a pic of it. Be on the look-out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gonna catch Incredible Tales now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112772061318299874?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112772061318299874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112772061318299874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112772061318299874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112772061318299874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-more-days-to-ma-hatch-dayyippee.html' title='2 more days to ma Hatch Day......Yippee!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112737224991511389</id><published>2005-09-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:38:54.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ought to be shot dead!!!!</title><content type='html'>I ought to be shot dead at the rate I'm buying clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself to be discipline and not buy anymore clothes but I always defy myself!! I spent $100 on tops yesterday....just tops. How horrible is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because its my birthday month and I get 20% discount at This Fashion, I went for a so-called '5 mins scan' at the Kranji outlet yesterday and ended up with spending more money than I should. Count in the $30+ blouse I bought at East India Company outlet at JB. This is bad, very bad!!! I really give up on myself!!!!! And now I feel like I should buy a short black skirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to tell myself that I'm giving myself a treat for my birthday this month.....Now what excuse can I give if I buy anything next month....oh yeah......Deepavali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my birthday, I'm turning 23 in 6 days time!! Hehehe......I wonder what my boyfriend's gonna get......I just can't for 28 Sep to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112737224991511389?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112737224991511389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112737224991511389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112737224991511389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112737224991511389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-ought-to-be-shot-dead.html' title='I ought to be shot dead!!!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112712800647072785</id><published>2005-09-19T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:57:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Angel!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm on course today and tomorrow and I really regret applying for this course. Training courses normally mean....start at 9, talk cork, tea break, play,talk cork, again tea break, more talk cork and go back before 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;But today's training course was different! A pilot of its series. First thing, it started at 8.30 am, it had a quiz, otherwise known as assessment test, after every topic and the part that pissed me off was....It finished at 5.30 pm!!!! Argh!!! Basket, so angry sial!!!! Again, it start at 8.30 am tomorrow!! @#$%&amp;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/monieshkaa%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/monieshkaa%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway Sharmi Girl celebrated he daughter, Monieskhaa's 1st birthday on Saturday. Wow, it was really a big event with a clown entertaining the kids, goodies bags for the kids, grand entrance of the birthday girl, free popcorn station.....I was really impressed. The decorations were splendid! It seems Sharmi Girl did it herself. She's good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/monieshkaa%200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/monieshkaa%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the little angel! I wanted to take more pics but the damn batteries died on me!! She was so cute in that but she just refused to smile when I wanted to take pics of her. Naughty cutie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmi Girl showed a video clip abt Moni kutty from birth and there was this pic of me carrying her at last year's Deepavali! That was so sweet of Sharmi Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for me to leave for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112712800647072785?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112712800647072785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112712800647072785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112712800647072785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112712800647072785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-angel.html' title='The Little Angel!!!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112693798705208546</id><published>2005-09-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:23:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>I've read 'The Da Vinci Code' and its great! I just couldn't put down the book without finishing. I know I'm a bit slow in reading the book but I didn't know much about it until Clara and Ganesha were talking about it while we were visiting him in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That book has popped so many questions into my head. Is it really true? The facts make it so hard to think otherwise, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait for the movie to be out. Tom Hanks is gonna be in it and I'm sure its gonna be really worth it watching in the theatre and not on pirated VCD...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nite! *******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112693798705208546?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112693798705208546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112693798705208546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112693798705208546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112693798705208546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112675432597903588</id><published>2005-09-15T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:49:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain blog vomit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This blog is gonna be so boring. So those who want something exciting, close the window and go on to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply am very very bored at work!!!!!!!! I want some help!!!!!!! Just last month, I was playing Super Woman and now I am playing Bored and Lazy Bitch....don't mind the bad language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my filing, done up with my reports and finished labelling and arranging my files. The only thing I have left to do would be to wait for some asshole to send an email about P1 and reply to you. Till then.......NOTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U must be wondering what I am complaining about. Well, I'm not the type to bum around for too long. I'll get bored. I need to do some work to keep me going. I can practically fall asleep staring at the dumb PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was being a typical kiasu civil servant and logged to TRAISI (Our Training Log) and applied for 5 courses. Out of which, 3 are free courses, so it being a first-come-first-served thing, I applied for it and am waiting for Serene to approve them. Hopefully I get at least 3 of it! I badly need to go for courses to get those training hours and also waste some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just 11.30 and I have to drag the day till 5.30 pm. If being at work is boring, being at home is equally boring enough with having only 1 TV to watch. The hall TV is not working and so we are all sharing the TV in the master bedroom. So it will be my bro and me fighting over the TV which I hate to do coz the asshole will start screaming his lungs and spoil my peace of watching the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get the Anniyan VCD from Kumar's place &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Kumar bought it for me...isn't he a sweetie!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; and watch it in my room today.....hmm...good idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if anyone knows of any good website to surf, please let me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How Come Nobody Been Giving Me Comments!!!!!!! I know u peps are busy but at least sometimes please.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112675432597903588?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112675432597903588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112675432597903588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112675432597903588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112675432597903588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-plain-blog-vomit.html' title='Just plain blog vomit....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112675543441198117</id><published>2005-09-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:43:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thotti Jaya-Ket's Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Simbhu's new movie 'Thotti Jaya' with Kumar yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at a coffee shop opposite Plaza Theatre. I tell u the gravy for the Indian rojak was so hot. Oh my god, it was tasty. Maybe one of these days, we should tapow the Tulang Soup and whack it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the interesting part: We went to get the tickets and saw this sign at the counter: "AIRCON UNDER MAJOR REPAIR". Oh my how nice! The time was 9.05 pm and the movie was gonna start in 10 mins. The guy at counter told us that there is no air-con but there are fans around. So no choice la, buy tickets and watch the movie la..... But lucky thing, the theatre was not hot. It was ok since we sat beside one of the big fans and the theatre was so empty, Kumar and I can actually have sex in there and nobody would stop us. What do u expect, it was Monday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for movie review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thotti Jaya stars Simbhu and Gopika. It is simply a love story about a hitman and his love with his boss's daughter which he does not know when he falls in love with her. Then the clash between him and his boss starts and who wins in the end is the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started off pretty well and I was expecting Simbhu to do something like what Surya did in 'Nanda' but no, it didn't turn out that way. He was again begin his commercial-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shitty part was, I was waiting a certain song that I liked from that movie. But the song was never played in the movie. @#$$%&amp;*!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lucky thing the ticket only cost $8. If I paid $10 for it and it was this quality, I would have flipped!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I give this movie: $$ (hey, unique or not...hehehehe.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like watch selected movies in theatres. Only those that are worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better get to bed now. I have so much difficulty waking up in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112675543441198117?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112675543441198117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112675543441198117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112675543441198117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112675543441198117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/thotti-jaya-kets-movie-review.html' title='Thotti Jaya-Ket&apos;s Movie Review'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112644945812672791</id><published>2005-09-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T08:34:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangles...Bangles...Bangles</title><content type='html'>Saturday was my sis-in-law's bangle ceremony. So I went there on Friday to apply henna for her and also to help out with the preparations. See the lovely designs I drew! I know there aren't very good but I love them! I've not been practising them for a long time but I'm still good!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/latha%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/latha%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Latha's hand&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/latha%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/latha%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my aunt's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/latha%200671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/latha%200671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the time to put for myself on Friday. So on Saturday afternoon, I managed to put on one hand. I looks light in this pic rit but today it was really dark which means I love my darling a lot!!!! I know its funny but Indians believe that if your henna is very red, then u love your husband a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/latha%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santha akka, if only u were here, you would have put for me..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/latha%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/latha%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole thing was nice. My sis-in-law was looking cute with her extra big tummy tucked in her wedding saree. Both of us are of the same height......hehe....cute hor! And I also got some bangles for myself. I love bangles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring a punjabi suit for myself thinking that it was gonna be a small occasion but then everyone was starting to wear punjabi suits so lucky for me,my sis-in-law had a nice suit to wear even though it was a big for me. Good thing that we are both small size...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded the pics taken on Saturday. Santha akka, see them when you come back ok. It was so incomplete with you!! Miss ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired!! So lazy to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I should take a half-day off this week. At least it will give me some strength to work through this week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112644945812672791?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112644945812672791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112644945812672791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112644945812672791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112644945812672791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/banglesbanglesbangles.html' title='Bangles...Bangles...Bangles'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112616941015526059</id><published>2005-09-09T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:48:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which type of Supreme Pizza are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="14" src="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/html/funzone/images/personality_test/images/insideHeader.jpg" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/html/funzone/images/personality_test/images/super_hawaiian_supreme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" background="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/html/funzone/images/personality_test/images/insideBg.jpg"&gt;&lt;!--result text--&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="95%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14;color:#cc0000;"   &gt;You are a Super Hawaiian Supreme Pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13;color:#000000;"&gt;Life is about the sun, the beaches, the breeze and lots of fun! Relaxed and laid-back, you lead a carefree lifestyle where problems are never too big to make you frown. Your warm and friendly disposition makes you a very approachable person. Share this pizza with your friends and spread the sunny joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/html/funzone/ptest_pizza.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Which type of Supreme Pizza are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--end result text--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="17" src="http://www.pizzahut.com.sg/html/funzone/images/personality_test/images/insideFooter.jpg" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmmm..............................MY FAVOURITE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yum Yum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112616941015526059?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112616941015526059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112616941015526059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112616941015526059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112616941015526059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/which-type-of-supreme-pizza-are-you.html' title='Which type of Supreme Pizza are you?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112608038793431295</id><published>2005-09-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:22:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's genes or Papa's genes?</title><content type='html'>I've just flushed down my super heavy lunch which is so irritaing!. I just had my lunch at 1.00 pm and everything went down the drain at 2.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Gopi bro on the phone just now and he was sayin, "That could have been yesterday's dinner." Hello, I didn't eat dinner last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my lunch was : a masala thosai, a chappati, a vadai, sambar, a kolkattai and ponggol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know....its too much! But I was hungry, tat's all. U know, everybody's been trying to scare me saying that I'm not gonna stay this way forever. I might blow to my mum's size soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say its not likely coz my dad's on the small side. And I have his genes, thank god for that....which is the reason why I am short and thin. But my mum is fat which makes it a possibility for me to gain the pounds in the near future....hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who will emerge victory-my mama's genes or my papa's genes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the battle begin while I start my stuff-a-thon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Quit Playing Games With my Heart by The Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112608038793431295?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112608038793431295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112608038793431295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112608038793431295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112608038793431295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/mamas-genes-or-papas-genes.html' title='Mama&apos;s genes or Papa&apos;s genes?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112601894115660136</id><published>2005-09-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:10:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shorty Fate!</title><content type='html'>Take a look at the picture below and answer my question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is my younger brother who is 14 years old, 9 years younger than me....taller than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/320/suba%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess many of you are muttering 'Yes' under your breath.......I was wearing heels when this picture was taken. If we are both the same height when I am wearing heels, then when I am at home......does that mean I'm shorter than Alvin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate this!!!! I've been short and miserable all my life, and to make it worse, my younger brother is growing taller than me. Why? Why? Why? Why was Andrew short?? Why did Krishnammal marry Andrew??In case you don't know, Andrew is my father and Krishnammal is my mother. They are the ultimate reason why I am short........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always envied tall girls, not just pretty ones. They don't have to wear very high heels, they don't have to alter their pants...I alter all my pants!!!! I can never find any pants that fit me prefect! Arrrgghh!!! I just wish I was taller!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112601894115660136?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112601894115660136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112601894115660136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112601894115660136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112601894115660136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/09/shorty-fate.html' title='The Shorty Fate!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112549521914988112</id><published>2005-08-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:15:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadika!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sawadika!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pagsulabong! Maligaya Bumasa(ing)!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hello! Happy Reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking blur......&lt;em&gt;Kethrine has been speaking Tagalog after eating another round of Thai delight at Thai Express&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;for lunch today&lt;/em&gt;......hahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes...another round of Thai food!!!! Fenyi treated us and the temps for lunch at Holland Village Thai Express since our P1 exercise was over. The food was different from Siam Kitchen but nice also. Shiok la! I had pineapple rice and I accidentally bite a chilli and I tell u, my mouth was on fire for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai food is super shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow makes the start of  Ket's disappearing act from the office. I will be starting to clear my off. Took a day tomorrow. Gonna sleep like a pig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112549521914988112?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112549521914988112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112549521914988112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112549521914988112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112549521914988112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/sawadika.html' title='Sawadika!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112515532107510585</id><published>2005-08-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:24:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Ganga's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/ganga%27s%20wedding%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See my super straight hair, I just love it! I just wish it would be like that forever but then it won't coz I just ironed it temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of my aunt's wedding. She married an African. Wow, now I have a Afro relative...hehe....sounds cool rite. They had a nice wedding lunch at a poolside. Something different from the normal Indian weddings. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/ganga"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/ganga%27s%20wedding%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the wedding couple. They do look good together rite. What was surprising was, many of us turned up in different shades of blue. I was in blue, so was my cousin sis, the bride was in also in blue, even her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, her husband is also wearing a bnlue shirt.  It was a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue blue&lt;/span&gt; wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have another wedding to go to tomorrow. Let's just say its a wedding weekend for me! Now I gotta go decide what to wear tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I have uploaded some pics onto my 'Family' album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112515532107510585?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112515532107510585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112515532107510585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112515532107510585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112515532107510585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/aunt-gangas-wedding.html' title='Aunt Ganga&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112497016470876651</id><published>2005-08-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:46:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, I'm good!</title><content type='html'>I was just calculating all my OT hours accumulated and guess what......I have now 11 days of off to clear. Isn't that shiok or what!!!!!! Wa, I don't think I need to touch my leave for another 3 months or so, or maybe, I don't even touch at all till the end of the year......hehehehehe..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha!! Kethrine is so so so happy!!! :) :) :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be even happier once August ends!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I work well even under pressure. I'm impressed with myself, you know. I managed to clear my GRL modules, Overseas Singaporeans and now my Manual Posting without making any major bloopers, which I am very capable of.....hmmm......not bad....I did a pretty good job despite this being my first time handling the Primary One Exercise......I really should give myself a treat....(Please don't mind the overwhelming self-praise).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to think of a way to reward myself.......*thinks thinks*.....Any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Mayilirage from Ah Aah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112497016470876651?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112497016470876651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112497016470876651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112497016470876651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112497016470876651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/damn-im-good.html' title='Damn, I&apos;m good!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112483870518660969</id><published>2005-08-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:14:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year already?</title><content type='html'>Hi.....missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you did.....u didn't......really?......Waaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.....just being a bit goofy la....hehehe.......I've been gone for a week......no, I wasn't on holiday even though I wished I was.......I was just busy with work and I had practically nothing interesting that happened to really blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been clearing most of the back-end stuff for my Primary One Registration. Another one week more and it'll be over and then I'll be starting to clear my off. Isn't that cool or what! I think I have about 10 days of offs to clear.....hahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wanna know my weight now? 42kg.....I put on weight!!!! Yes.....I guess glopping down all that junk and drinking full cream milk everyday really worked. But I still look a bit boney though.....still need to stuff myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what, its already been a year since I joined Pupil Placement Section. Wow, tat's fast rite. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop before I blabber on and on abt nothing but rubbish. Need to sleep too. My dum briyani from Blue Diamond is pushing me to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Happy Belated Birthday to Moon!"&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to Sumi!"&lt;/span&gt; and I miss u all blogger babes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's organise an outing soon ok! Muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112483870518660969?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112483870518660969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112483870518660969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112483870518660969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112483870518660969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-year-already.html' title='One year already?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112412145620606529</id><published>2005-08-16T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:48:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Drained and Be Witched</title><content type='html'>Boy, I'm drained and tired but I had to blog. Where else can I share all my fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/chalet%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/chalet%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast!!!!!! The chalet was everything I needed!!! Total fun, relaxation and nothing else!!!! It was really great, gathering with my forever pregnant uncles, super jovial aunties, hyper active kids and of course, the mouth watering food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have a difficult time sleeping. There wasn't enough space to sleep and the drunk uncles' snoring was worse than 'I don't know how to say la' but it was horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/chalet%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/chalet%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also celebrated my aunt's 60th birthday there. The chocolate cake was wonderful. It was such a tasty cake, i polished off half of it. Yes, It was Chocolate and chocolate's evil and it tempted me really bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was really surprised that I actually swam at the beach. I'm not the type to swim at beaches as its a bit too dirty but I wasn't able to swim at teh swimming pool because the stupid rule said that I gotta wear a swimming suit. I didn't want to swim but the moment I saw Kumar and the kids diving in, I just had to follow. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/chalet%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/chalet%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna post all the pics I tot at the chalet but I can't. But its open for viewing &lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/babyket28/album?.dir=/55e1&amp;.src=ph"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But control yourself and don't get smitted by the 'gorgeous' hunks!!! Hehe.....And also, you might wanna check Kumar's bike pics too. I love that elephant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy that we had this chalet and my baby was with me for 3 days and even today. I love spending time with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/chalet%200461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/chalet%200461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of catching up on the lost sleep, I went to watch 'Bewitched' today. I know I"m asking for trouble by not resting well for another round of Primary One Registration tomorrow but I had to watch that movie and I got disappointed. The movie wasn't really fantastic. Actually its stupid and a failure. Being an ardent fan of Bewitched, I'm really disappointed. But it was funny though, only at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta hit the pillows now. My vision is getting blurred.......Zzzzzzz........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112412145620606529?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112412145620606529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112412145620606529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112412145620606529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112412145620606529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-drained-and-be-witched.html' title='Be Drained and Be Witched'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112350315210691901</id><published>2005-08-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:30:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Sad? Seeing Red?</title><content type='html'>Seeing Red? I mean literally....I've been seeing seas of red people....actually people in red outfits today. Basically its our National Day tomorrow and therefore there are many National Day celebrations everywhere and red is the colour code. I had to wear a red top too, to work today .....civil servant mah...what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how this year I've had so many invites to go to the National Day Parade. Especially when I'm totally not in the mood. Invite me 5 years back and I'll be there earlier than you......I've never been to one and I guess I'll never be to one. I'm not the patriotic type so let's skip the National Day stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was one of my temps, Ah Tat's last day.He got me a gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/gift%200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/gift%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/gift%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/gift%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cute rite. It has removable eyes and mouth and so you can shift it around. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the chalet this weekend. I badly need some entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Oh by Ciara ft Ludacris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112350315210691901?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112350315210691901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112350315210691901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112350315210691901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112350315210691901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-sad-seeing-red.html' title='Happy? Sad? Seeing Red?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112324220460302517</id><published>2005-08-05T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:44:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Look-a-like?</title><content type='html'>Its almost been a week since I blogged. Super super peak period....it hit the worst from Tuesday to Thursday. If I had blogged then, it would have been full of swearing words, complains and hatred....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exercise has taken a big toll on my life. I've lost so much weight, my clothes don't fit me anymore, i look like a zombie.....i just don't know.....and I've seen enough divorce cases to make me think 10 times before settling down and having kids.....marriage is totally not my list for now....not for another 2/3 years......it's scary and dangerous.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that my birthday is next month. I totally forgot about it, this is not me....normally I start thinking about it and get excited, 2 months before.....I'm turning 23.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally fed up with a lot of things. So many many things..............why is it that some people never realise that words spoken cannot be taken back and what you say to hurt someone really can affect that person......why don't people learn to appreciate things.....why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better leave for home now. My bed beckons me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blasting thru the speakas: The Game by 50 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112324220460302517?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112324220460302517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112324220460302517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112324220460302517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112324220460302517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/08/zombie-look-like.html' title='Zombie Look-a-like?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112272552107496503</id><published>2005-07-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:51:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssh Quiet Please!</title><content type='html'>This is a record. I have been having at least one nasty parent everyday of the week including today. I'm sick and tired of parents who just can't understand rules and procedures. They are just bent on making my day at work hell. I want to bring a gun to work and shoot them down....but this is Singapore and I can't do that. So I'll smile and answer like a &lt;em&gt;'stupid civil servant'&lt;/em&gt; (a comment from a certain parent) while they rant away. Why can't they just accept our explanation and get satisfied? Why do they always think that talking to someone superior will solve everything? I know my job very very well. When I say no, it means no. If I could consider,I would but what can I do if your situation is not even considerable? Sian ah sian.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck la? Just have to tahan till end of August.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the new Jurong East library. I know I know, it has been opened a long time ago and I just the chance to go today.A bit slow rite.....what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jurong East library is very special to me. I used to stay in Jurong West and so this was the library I always go to. One of my uncles, Appu used to live with us. He moved out when he got his own place a short while before we moved to CCK. He used to bring me to the library during the weekends when he was at home. He likes to know about other countries and their culture and also stuff that would be shown on Discovery Channel. There was no cable then. So he would go to the library and borrow tapes on certain stuff and watch them at the library while I run off to the Children's Section. It was on the first floor and the second floor was the adults section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be sitting on a sofa in front of the TV near the counter and will be watching a programme with super big headphones. I would be runnning up to see him coz I always got bored in the Children's Section.Then he would the ultra big headphones on me and I'll be so amazed by the voice that is booming over. Then he'll shoo me away and I'll be running down the stairs back to the Children's Section with an auntie librarian staring at me. Then once he's done and I'm finishing with getting a story book with pictures, we head to a coffeeshop to eat and then leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in secondary school, Vanitha, Habibah and I always made it a point to go to the library every Friday after school. We would spend our afternoon there, reading books, doing our homework, chit-chatting and checking reference books on pregnancy and illness thanks to Habibah's keen interest in nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we can just walk into the library even when you are carrying a luggage bag but then u had to put your bags into the lockers at near the entrance. I still remember the auntie librarian chasing us to put our bags into lockers. And We trying to squeeze all our bags into one so that we need to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the super quiet library where you can hear a pin drop. I also miss the librarian who goes, "Ssh, qieut please!".Now the moment u step into a library, u hear wailing babies and screaming toddlers and you can see kids running around. It is still quiet but only at times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the old library but the change is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed '&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mad About The Girls&lt;/span&gt;' by Francesca Clementis.Its about Lorna who has a happy relationship with Robert who is separated from his wife. His 4 girls share a fantastic bond with Lorna and one day, Robert's wife returns, asking for his forgiveness and reconcilation .....what's gonna happen......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112272552107496503?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112272552107496503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112272552107496503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112272552107496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112272552107496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/ssh-quiet-please.html' title='Ssh Quiet Please!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112247475395526360</id><published>2005-07-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:09:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Loving Ket</title><content type='html'>I have been getting screwed every morning for the past 3 days. On Monday, it was a assholic lawyer who thinks that the rules and policies for the P1 SD is stupid and a waste of time. On Tuesday, it was another assholic father who said that I'm wasting govt money when I was talking to one of my colleagues behind the counter. And today it was an idiot who thinks that civil servants are stupid and wasting taxpayers' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who screws me tomorrow morning is gonna get it from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left work at 5.30 pm, on the dot, after a very long time!! So I went to Tekka to check out sarees. My cousin sister told me that there's sale now going on since its the 'Aadi' month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I ended up with........3 sarees in different shades of red.....and I spent $120 altogether.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/saree%200013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm incorrigible! The next time I go Tekka, I should forget to bring money. But I like the sarees I bought today!!! I just love the colour &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/saree%200023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/saree%200023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add them to my current collection....that's a lot.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112247475395526360?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112247475395526360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112247475395526360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112247475395526360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112247475395526360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-red-loving-ket.html' title='Little Red Loving Ket'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112228623715757642</id><published>2005-07-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:11:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.C.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U .C. K (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know where that word came from.....He he!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112228623715757642?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112228623715757642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112228623715757642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112228623715757642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112228623715757642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck.html' title='F.U.C.K.'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112208148508252315</id><published>2005-07-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:48:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many questions but no answers...</title><content type='html'>I know I have not been blogging for a very long time. Busy busy, blady busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u I've never been this busy in my whole work life before. On Thursday and Friday, I was running around like a mad woman. I was hanging on to Serene's official handphone. After I answered a call on my office phone, her handphone rings. The followed by my office handphone. At one point, both phones and my handphone all ringed together at the same time, I just didn't know what to do!! I was also battling the damn flu virus who also gave me an on-off sore throat especially at a time when I had so many parents to talk to!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I had a suicidal friend to worry about! It was a massive overload on me!!!!!Oh my!!! I was totally exhausted by the time it was Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to relieve all that stress and to cheer up my friend, a clubbing outing was arranged and I clubbed like mad!!!!! We went to the new Amaran club at Katong Village. The band there were the one who used to be singing at VIP before. I just love them!! 3 cute singers and 1 hot drummer!!! I just had so much for eye-candy. And I had Vodka Orange. So nice!! That's gonna be my drink the next time I go clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocked till my hip almost broke. Now my knees hurt like hell. Must sleep early today, if not I think I won't be able to go to work tomorrow. I love clubbing but i hate the after-math. Like how my hair stinks of smoke as if everybody blew the smoke into my hair. Even after washing it this morning, it still stinks! Shit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/me%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/me%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I look terrible!!! All thanks to my stressful P1 exercise!!!! Sunken eyes on a pimple infested face! Did I tell u my cousin bro calls me 'Pimple Face'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something has been occupying my mind now.......&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;can we really believe and trust them?? And is love and marriage really worth it???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If they love you, why do they make u cry? And how come some woman are more luckier than others? Especially when these woman don't deserve it?? How come your loved one is your No.1 priority whereas for they you are not? Can men change over time? Why do they change while we remain the same? Why do they give empty promises when they can't fufill them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have so many other questions to ask and I know that I'll never get answers for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kumar is starting his night shift on Tuesday. Already we are meeting each other only once in a while and we don't spend much time on the phone. After he starts his night shift, I wonder we are gonna spend time together.......*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112208148508252315?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112208148508252315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112208148508252315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112208148508252315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112208148508252315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-many-questions-but-no-answers.html' title='So many questions but no answers...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112173438227047924</id><published>2005-07-18T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:56:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute, Fucked Up and Cheesy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/felicia"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/felicia%27s%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See....'Kutty' Felicia and 'Cutie' Kethrine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok, stop reaching for your shoe to throw at me.....i'm just trying to make things rhyme....hehe.....tat's Felicia's daughter. So chubby rite......She super cute leh. I carried and walked her around and everytime she made noises like she was gonna cry, I went "&lt;em&gt;Ah girl, pu you coo&lt;/em&gt;!" Hehe...me and my Chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the picture turned out dark, must be something wrong with my camera lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Stress Vomit 2:&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty fucked up Monday. I was being fucked most of the time. I was at Customer Service Centre, I kena fuck by parents there to do SD. I went up to the office, I kena fuck by parents who submitted their GRL applications. Fucked up la! Blady fucked up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay down kena fuck, go up kena fuck.....Hello Its not my fault!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Monday ended in bliss. Had a wonderfully stuffed dinner with Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;2 Cheese and 1 kosong prata,topped up with Ice Milo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Super Shiok!! This was my first Cheese prata!! The taste was great!!! Heavenly!! Must have it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kumar and I went to the coffee shop where we first went out for dinner. Fond memories, for me tat is....Men are non-sentimential assholes!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I told Kumar to grow his hair........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Dear, why don't u grow your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kumar: U mean just the back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: No, all over *thinking of Remo hair-style*, until your shoulder la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kumar: Then I rebond ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: No, u perm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kumar: What perm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Like Remo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Kumar gives 'Don't let me kill u' stare.....I gave a goofy smile.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kumar: Aiyah, Leceh la. I wash hair everyday. Ride bike somemore, how can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Can can. I put Ambi kondai for you la. *Oops Shit!* I tot to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kumar: See how la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While we were walking out to the bike, I was like "&lt;em&gt;Grow long hair la. Just try la. Will be nice&lt;/em&gt;" and Kumar just kept quiet. See la whether he grows his hair.....Hopefully please!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna hit the sack now! I know I'm gonna sleep like a pig. I just had the perfect dinner to put me to sleep in seconds........Goody Nighty!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112173438227047924?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112173438227047924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112173438227047924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112173438227047924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112173438227047924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/cute-fucked-up-and-cheesy_18.html' title='Cute, Fucked Up and Cheesy...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112134788587141240</id><published>2005-07-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:49:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they the lucky ones?</title><content type='html'>I'm such a sucker for undergarments!! Despite having a drawer over-flowing with bras and undies and also having bought lingere only a few months, I bought another 2 bras and a undie today. I give up on myself!!! But how can I not buy them when they are priced at only $3.90 &amp;amp; $1.90!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love buying bra and panties. Especially cute or sexy ones....but think about it, who's gonna see them, only me......I simply have no comments about myself. I think I spend more money on my inner wear than my outer wear.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 2 weeks, I left my office at 6 pm today, which is also considered a bit late coz I officially at 5.30. But its better compared to 2 weeks of leaving at 8 and later. A big part of my workload is done and now I'm waiting for the killer part. How I wish I don't have to do it......*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself yesterday and I'm 39 kg. Before you think its a weight gain, its not. Its a weight loss.U do remember that i mentioned before that I weigh 38 kg rite, but after I went on a stuffing project and I knew that I gained some pounds. But then my P1 exercise started before I could gain more and now I'm gonna lose everything I gained and more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the papers today, you would known about the army officer who died yesterday during his training where he and his colleague had to jump from the helicopter. The 1Sg Shiva is Kumar's friend, affectionately known at 'Siow'. He's a pretty nice guy. I feel so sad that he had to die young, he's only 24. This is the 2nd death among Kumar's friends. Just last month, one of the girls in the group committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder......&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they are so many people out there who deserved to die, why are the ones who should live dying......is it because they are lucky to not suffer in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112134788587141240?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112134788587141240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112134788587141240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112134788587141240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112134788587141240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-they-lucky-ones.html' title='Are they the lucky ones?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112100775023593750</id><published>2005-07-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:09:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>It was a nice Saturday morning yesterday and I woke up at 5.45 to go to work. How fucking irritaing is that? And this has to go on till mid-August. Fucking terrible rite...I want my Saturdays to sleep leh.....Wah lau...I really feel like crying you know......Now I only have Sunday to sleep like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work I went to Ang Mo Kio to my aunt's place. I had to leave early coz I was feeling very sleepy...shitty rite.....aiyah.....what else can I do then whine and complain, as if I can protest and don't go to work on Saturday morning........I just have to tahan till the exercise is over.....but after that I'm gonna clear all my off and gonna sleep like a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did have a good rest today. I almost didn't wanna get out of bed but I had to coz my stomach was rumbling.....poor tummy, hasn't had good food for a very long time....."&lt;em&gt;don't worry tummy, I'll soon treat you to a sumptous feast ok..sry!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Kumar's friend, CBR Siva's ROM. Finally, the 'uncle' got married. He's only 28 but then we call him uncle for fun la. Wanna hear his marriage story? Like Tamil movie...his girlfriend is from KL and their mum doesn't like him and didn't agree to the marriage and so Siva kidnapped his girlfriend and brought her to Singapore and so today their ROM. Funny la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Siva"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Siva%27s%20wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suddenly, I feel like I"m beginning to look old...do I?&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work tomorrow. So many things to do, I wonder what time I'm gonna leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS: Something is wrong with my comments. So it only shows 'Comments (1)'. But sometimes there might be more that one comment there so do click on it and read. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Frozen by Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112100775023593750?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112100775023593750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112100775023593750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112100775023593750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112100775023593750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-want-my-saturday.html' title='I want my Saturday!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112071121656223255</id><published>2005-07-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:52:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Vomit 1: For your attention, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear Members of The Public,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request that, when you visit any counter, anywhere, to get your stuff done, please do not get agitated or irritated or annoyed with the staff serving you when they ask you questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do you think we have nothing else better to do than sit there and irritate you with questions? We are only asking you questions related to your purpose of visit, right. Do I ask u, "What's your bra size?" or "Are you suffering from constipation coz your face looks so cramped?"? No right....Then don't get irritated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do remember that just because I'm serving you, that doesn't make me your servant or your slave or am I, in anyway, lesser than you as a human being. So show me some respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please don't think that you know my job better than me. If you did, then you would be sitting at my postion, not me. I know what I am doing and I know my job better than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't ask me why I am making things difficult for you. I'm not S R Nathan and therefore I do have some constraints. I only have limited authority and I'm already doing what's in my power to help you. I don't set the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When you are not eligible and are unable to accomplish what you can down for, don't jump at me. You are rejected because you do not meet the requirements, not because I don't like your face. If you are unable to produce documentary evidence to proof your eligiblity, don't blame me. I'm not to blame if you lost your documents and again, I don't set the rules. Someone else with higher authority did so. So don't screw me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Never assume that you can get things done by speaking louder, harsher and making a scene or by saying that you know someone big. Its not gonna help in anyway, if you are not eligible. You are not eligible and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep. no proper dinner, extreme brain damage by thinking too much, BP rising every minute.....I need to clone myself!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that me colleague, Adrian lost 5 kg during his JAE exercise? I wonder how much I'm gonna lose in these 2 months......Aaaarrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Hey, Pan Ling Ling came to MOE today to make the Statutory Declaration. Wa, not bad leh she....very pretty and friendly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112071121656223255?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112071121656223255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112071121656223255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112071121656223255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112071121656223255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/stress-vomit-1-for-your-attention.html' title='Stress Vomit 1: For your attention, please!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112048579092955064</id><published>2005-07-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:03:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me all the strength I need!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can go home now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still in the office. Had to stay back to do my stuff....why are there so many things to do?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stress, stress, mega stress!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Primary One Registration Exercise is starting tomorrow and so is my Statutory Declaration Exercise for P1....oh my god.....please give me strength to endure for another 2 months....No MCs, no urgent leaves.....so hard to survive!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just gonna tahan all these and wait for my well-deserved break after my exercise which will be ard end September....oh boy....I can already plan my off days....I have so much off to clear and many more coming......hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, feel like gonna die soon but I had to blog....time to head home and hit the sack.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112048579092955064?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112048579092955064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112048579092955064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112048579092955064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112048579092955064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/07/give-me-all-strength-i-need.html' title='Give me all the strength I need!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-112011061707315214</id><published>2005-06-30T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:50:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me just one night...uno noche...the moment to be by your side...</title><content type='html'>Wanna know my darkest desire.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one night with Vikram" :) Kinky heh.......Now the urge has got on me more after watching Anniyan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally I watched the movie!!!! Finally!!!! Went with Kumar on Tuesday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo.....I was practically melting in my seat, I tell u! This movie is the only one where Vikram looked bloody hot...*Fans herself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just so handsome!!! Now u know, ladies, why I'm so crazy over him!!! Oh my god!!! I have to get the VCD. I think I might watch it everyday....Oooooo.....I love Remo, I live Anniyan...I love Vikram!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Vikram was such a relief after so much stress at work....And you know what bike he rode in that movie-A Blackbird!!!!!! The same thing that my baby's riding!!!! Only Kumar's one is in silver.....Vikram rode a blackbird! Vikram rode a blackbird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Kumar's bike is a head-turner, no matter where we are...on the road, in a carpark, at a coffeeshop......U should have seen the way heads turned when Kumar and I rode out of the carpark at the cinema....Man, I just that asshole's bike!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get back to shit!!! So much shit to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Lovefool by The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-112011061707315214?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/112011061707315214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=112011061707315214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112011061707315214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/112011061707315214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/give-me-just-one-nightuno-nochethe.html' title='Give me just one night...uno noche...the moment to be by your side...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111977227682318712</id><published>2005-06-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:51:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathiraven's 5!</title><content type='html'>Went to my uncle's son, Kathiraven's 5th bithday. The food was great la!!!! The chicken sambal was just so tasty, thinking about it is making my hungry now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my new baby-doll punjabi suit. Finally, an occasion to wear. Looked nice on me, just that it was too long. The suit was down to my ankles.My aunt was also wearing her baby-doll suit. Hers was nicer with bell sleeves and it was just nice for her since she was tall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy and me...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4018/590/200/Picture%20030.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;Ok, i'm going my uncle's place again. Gonna help him upload the pics he took on his digi cam....i wonder if they still have some food left...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111977227682318712?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111977227682318712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111977227682318712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111977227682318712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111977227682318712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/kathiravens-5.html' title='Kathiraven&apos;s 5!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111933528010876030</id><published>2005-06-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:07:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>Not bad, Christian Bale does look good....Watched 'Batman Begins' yesterday. It was good!! Especially for those Batman fans, like me. But for those who want action,should probably skip it. This movie's slow till the last hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its pretty long for a English movie...damn...the movie started at 9.303 pm and ended at 11.40 pm and I had to take a cab home. Lucky thing I only paid $0.20 for midnight charge...hehehe...The taxi uncle was driving fast and I was feeling like I was in the Batman car chase...cool car huh!!! Imagine one of those on a Singapore road. I think no enough road la...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale is good but my favourite Batman is George Clooney;dark, handsome...wat do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love super hero flicks. Next on the card: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/span&gt;...and it has Jessica Alba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot this pic using my uncle's handphone on Sunday. He has the latest Nokia model...i think N3230 or something like that and the camera is so clear...my my...and tat's Gopi bro's shades...But I do look cool rite..hehehe...tak malu seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, cool or not ah....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Sunday Morning by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111933528010876030?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111933528010876030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111933528010876030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111933528010876030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111933528010876030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111922804256538240</id><published>2005-06-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:52:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shankar bro's wedding</title><content type='html'>Attended my cousin bro's best friend's wedding yesterday. Suddenly I feel like getting married. Shit! Should never bend to the temptations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking a pic of me. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/shankar%20wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/shankar%20wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Father's Day. But I didn't bring my dad anywhere or get him anything. I'll bring him out for dinner another day together with my bro,to celebrate his birthday which is tomorrow. Tat's asshole's getting bigger day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could get my digi cam quick. So many photos to take!! Talking about my digi cam: As u know, its spoilt and so I finally sent it for repair after 6 months. Didn't want to spend the money but no choice la. I badly wanna use it. On Friday, the Canon service man called me and told me that the part to be replaced would only arrive 3 weeks or a month later. Then he told me that they have this exchange deal. For the repair price, I can get a new A95 cam in place of my S70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that cool or what!!! I get a 5 megapixel camera for the 3.2 megapixels one I gave for repair...Hahahahaha!!! I love Canon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Lonely by Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111922804256538240?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111922804256538240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111922804256538240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111922804256538240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111922804256538240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/shankar-bros-wedding.html' title='Shankar bro&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111899552677858886</id><published>2005-06-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:07:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Control...babe....self control...."Tahan la!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ANNIYAN HAS BEEN RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNIYAN HAS BEEN RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniyan's been finally released! I'm am so over-the-top!!!! Of course I would be, my darling's in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vikram + Shankar = Blockbuster!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite actor and my favourite director, together in movie....Wow! I just gotta see this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna watch it today. I'll watch either next week or the week after that!! I know the theatres gonna be packed to the max and its gonna be blady noisy, esp with some assholes who come there just to ruin some people's movie-watching mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see Vikram's movie peacefully and with pleasure...so I'll wait. I know its very hard but I gotta control myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity Kumar....I wonder how he is gonna sit thru the torture of me drooling overtime at Vikram....poor guy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111899552677858886?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111899552677858886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111899552677858886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111899552677858886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111899552677858886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/self-controlbabeself-controltahan-la.html' title='Self Control...babe....self control....&quot;Tahan la!&quot;'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111882137950362850</id><published>2005-06-15T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:29:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I like to move it, move it....!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I like to move it, move it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;U like to move it, move it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;She like to move it, move it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I like to....MOVE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Physically Fit, Physically Fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Physically, Physically Physically Fit!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Madagascar'&lt;/span&gt; yesterday....on VCD. (I'm a VCD queen!!)....Hehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/madagascar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/madagascar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's cute....super cute! I love the penguins....aren't they super smart!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/penguins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/penguins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just smile and wave, boys!!" (Hahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/king1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/king.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the king...King Julian...he and his super thick Indian accent...huh....its Indian rite? The small fellow is so cute!!! He looks just so adorable when he cries!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I like to move it, move it!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111882137950362850?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111882137950362850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111882137950362850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111882137950362850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111882137950362850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='&apos;I like to move it, move it....!&quot;'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111770191590437461</id><published>2005-06-14T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:30:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Kethrine' in Japanese...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hisano Yoshida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hisano Yoshida....hmm...not bad eh.....sounds pretty cool.....hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: If I Ain't Got U by Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111770191590437461?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111770191590437461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111770191590437461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111770191590437461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111770191590437461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/kethrine-in-japanese.html' title='&apos;Kethrine&apos; in Japanese...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111858450308967056</id><published>2005-06-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:08:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Gourmet in Guangzhou'</title><content type='html'>My home PC has a mind of its own. Sometimes it's working and sometimes its not....now its working....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gourmet in Guangzhou'&lt;br /&gt;I watched this programme on Discovery Travel and Adventure today and there had this programme abt the dishes in Guangzhou. Besides eating fish, chicken, mutton and seafood, they also eat deer, rabbit, donkey and peacock. Yes, they eat peacock meat. Yuck!!!! *Feels like puking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually have banquets consisting of a variety of dishes made from these animals. I'm totally grossed out!!! I have ate deer meat before but donkey...rabbit....peacock.....my.....it sounds so terrible!!!!!!!! I love peacocks and the thought of them being eaten makes me so sad. Why are some people being so heartless!! How can they eat one of the most beautiful birds in the world???? Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moneeshka was here again yesterday!!!! See, another picture of her. You know, no matter how I try to make her smile for a pic, she just keeps her face straight but then after I put the phone away, she starts smiling, laughing and playing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/moneeshka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/moneeshka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, can't you just smile once for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Quit Playing Games with my Heart by The Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111858450308967056?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111858450308967056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111858450308967056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111858450308967056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111858450308967056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/gourmet-in-guangzhou.html' title='&apos;Gourmet in Guangzhou&apos;'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111829852658179701</id><published>2005-06-09T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:41:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Woman" Man</title><content type='html'>The Malay stall auntie's (in the MOE cafeteria) attitude is getting from bad to worse. She's been blady rude since yesterday.....today I ask for tauhu, she gave me 3 tauhu and 4 tempeh....whose gonna eat the tempeh....her grandfather?? Basket....gonna boycott her stall for the next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumi had this entry abt boyfriends carrying their girlfriend's bags on her blog. Saw one yesterday at Tekka-Indian couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Boy: Thin and looks likes he might be blown away any minute if there was a strong wind;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: On the plump side, TG in the making.&lt;br /&gt;The Bag: Baby Blue Sling Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy is a bit off the hook-No man in the right mind would carry a baby blue sling bag unless he's a sissy(gay).......actually I think the gays I have seen don't carry a baby blue bag. I think the bag looks feminie even in black.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Man, where's your brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda admire these kinda guys la......those would do anything for their girlfriends which is sometimes totally stupid.....Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-carrying her bag (no matter how stupid he's gonna look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waiting for her in the car for her to finish her manicure,pedicure, facial.....etc etc (which would take half-a-day! That asshole can actually go home and come back but he won't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-picking her up from home and dropping her at work and vice versa everyday (he might stay at Pasir Ris and work at town while she may be staying at Jurong and working at Clementi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waking up at 4am to pick her up from the club and drop her at home. (can't she take a cab herself??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I was on the train and there was this girl carrying a nice bouquet in her hand. Her boyfriend was beside. Don't know what happened-She alighted at a station and threw the bouquet into the dustbin and walked away and the boyfriend was running after her.........woman....give me the flowers la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Its My Life by Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111829852658179701?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111829852658179701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111829852658179701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111829852658179701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111829852658179701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/woman-man.html' title='The &quot;Woman&quot; Man'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111821742452808176</id><published>2005-06-08T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:12:08.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Some Sense into These People!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Early morning.....rushing to work....you board the feeder while getting hit from the one in front and behind....bus is packed.....u try to move in.....as you move in, you see that some idiots are sitting on the outer seat while the inner seat is empty.......'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blady Brainless Idiots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see these kind of people, I really feel like strangling them!!! If the bus is not so packed, then sit where ever you want la! But when the bus is full of people, please use your brain!!! Hello, Is moving your ass a few inches gonna hurt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna act like a saint and say that I always sit inside but then I make it a point to sit inside when the bus is full and during peak times. I have a brain, while some others don't......inconsiderate imbeciles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mumbles 'Assholes'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Vanitha and Habibah on Monday....missed being with them.....as usual we parked ourselves at Lot 1 Mac. I think the manager would have let out a sigh of relief when we left. We were hogging a table for 2 hours....heheh......We were looking at our NRIC pics and had a good laugh....hehehe....We looked so goofy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation NRIC pics are so funny, taken at 12.....hehehe.....Mine has me with big eyes and 2 plaits...hehehe.....Vanitha's eyes looked like they were pop out and Habibah looked like she was lost.....hahahaha..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the kids get their IC at 15...hahaha...so late...heheh...my brother still hasn't got his.....His explanation to why the Govt changed was to make them look better in their IC pic. I said 'Bullshit!' It was because of some nitwits who keep losing them! Hahaha!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, now its says that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Officially, Anniyan will be released on June 17!"&lt;/span&gt;.....hopefully they don't change the date again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Seems like nobody's interested in my blog....boo hoo...the comments are getting lesser and lesser.....boo hoo.....Waaaahhhhh!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Untitled by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111821742452808176?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111821742452808176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111821742452808176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111821742452808176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111821742452808176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/knock-some-sense-into-these-people.html' title='Knock Some Sense into These People!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111804153202909593</id><published>2005-06-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:15:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Ultra Big Pimple is still on my face!!!!!!! :(</title><content type='html'>My home PC died yesterday...isn't it just wonderful!! First it was my hall TV and now its my PC....doesn't anyone want me to stay at home??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored to hell for the past two days.....fuck....I simply was out of my wits of what to do....and I watched "Chandramukhi' 3 times.....yes....I watched the movie 3 blady times....I think I now know the dialogues of that movie by heart...isn't that 'Super' of me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My consolation was Moneeskha. Indra auntie brought her to my place yesterday and I spent my time playing with her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a cutie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/moneeskha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/moneeskha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind the bad photograph ok....I tried to get her to smile for the pic but she wouldn't and when she was smiling, I was just to lazy to bring out the camera phone....She's such a cute gal, I wish I could keep at my place......still got long way to go for my sis-in-law to give birth...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home during the weekends is a blady big task for me with my mum and my brother hogging the master bedroom TV which is only other one with cable connection....which leaves me with a small 21" TV with a dying discman-cum-VCD player......Aargghhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, the ultra big pimple is still on my face........ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blasting thru the speakas: Send your Love by Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111804153202909593?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111804153202909593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111804153202909593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111804153202909593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111804153202909593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-ultra-big-pimple-is-still-on-my.html' title='That Ultra Big Pimple is still on my face!!!!!!! :('/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111767788322169967</id><published>2005-06-02T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:04:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Seeking Saturday....</title><content type='html'>Oh boy....why is it just Thursday.....why can't it be Friday......I want to sleep longer......why can't I take urgent leave or MC.....why are there so many things to do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should sworn off chocolate....i have this blady big pimple on my face which is red and painful....it was just a harmless little piece of MARS bar...ok, it was the whole bar but just a harmless little bar....I guess I shouldn't have eaten it after having the 'Sticky Chewy Chocolate' at Swensens' on Saturday. I guess I was asking for trouble....serves me rite..........*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went JB yesterday and on the way back, at the Woodlands customs, ICA tested a new system where you just have to use your thumbprint to pass thru the customs. Super cool huh! You just had to slot your passport to scan it and then place your thumb on the reader and wahla...you r out of the gate in less than 2 mins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, technology has improved so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like Thug Chic, I am so addicted to Black Eyed Peas' Don't Phunk with My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so good, I keep singing it....The video clip is just so cool...and the Indian drums in the song makes you wanna rock.....Fergie is just so cool......I just love the Black Eyed Peas. The next time they come for a concert, I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now need to look for the ringing tone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Errtime by Nelly ft Jung Tru and King Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111767788322169967?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111767788322169967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111767788322169967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111767788322169967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111767788322169967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/06/desperately-seeking-saturday.html' title='Desperately Seeking Saturday....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111741245006002916</id><published>2005-05-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:05:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Bloggers Meet!!</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun on Saturday...I keep thinking about it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Infamour Bloggers Meet' was a mega huge success!! 9 gals who were only know to each other thru their individuals blogs, mingled together as if they had known each other for many many years!!!! The chemistry among us was awesome!! Who would have believed that we could get along so well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, before we were meeting, I was like.......will we be able to talk to each other, can we get along, will the conversation be flowing..but every doubt was cleared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/IBM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/IBM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtesy of Sumi! Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a very good time! Eating, gossiping, bitching and of course checking out a super cute Jap looking Malay waiter at Swensen's...boy...he was cute. And some of them were saying that he was checking me out. Highly not but if it was true, then I can officially declare myself as attractive to cute Malay guys....wow....So from now on, if I ever feel like eating Swensen's, it will be at Swensen's Causeway Point....hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Sumi's advice who has super self-photographic skills, I tried to take a pic with my chin up and see how terrible I look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to go on....we have to meet up more often!! Ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think I opened my trap too much...hehe....hope you gals didn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111741245006002916?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111741245006002916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111741245006002916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111741245006002916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111741245006002916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/infamous-bloggers-meet.html' title='The Infamous Bloggers Meet!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111718039157406433</id><published>2005-05-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:26:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me look old....u gotta be kidding....</title><content type='html'>Carrie Underwood won....how nice would it be if Bo Bice won......guess people don't really fancy something different.....boring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool won.....many people lost...money that is.....Ganesha keeps moaning about it....haha....serves these people rite for betting.....haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my brother's school this morning to collect his report book. His form teacher is new and hasn't seen or spoke to me before....What was his reaction when he saw me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Wow Alvin, your mother very young ah.."&lt;/span&gt; Stupid asshole!!!! No way do I look like a mother of a 14-year-old....blind cock......I told him that I was his sister and he apologised....could have just kept his big hole shut rite....asshole.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo.....I don't look like I have a 14 yr old son, ok....blind pig.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tekka after work and came back with a saree...dark purple with copper sequins...hehe...a good buy...hehe....need to go JB soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about tomorrow....&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'The Infamous Bloggers Meet'&lt;/span&gt;......9 Indian gals at Causeway Point....its gonna be mayhem...total mayhem...and I still don't know what to wear....great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Slow Motion by Juvenile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111718039157406433?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111718039157406433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111718039157406433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111718039157406433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111718039157406433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-look-oldu-gotta-be-kidding.html' title='Me look old....u gotta be kidding....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111595555524503916</id><published>2005-05-26T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:56:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminising The Past..</title><content type='html'>I have nothing much to blog but i feel like blogging so here's something for you people to read.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were born in the late 70s and early 80s would be able to relate to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~Our Childhood~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We grew up watching He-man, MASK,Transformers, Silver hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We grew up brushing our teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. We would squat by a drain with all our classmates beside us, and brush our teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said we must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We know what SBC stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We paid 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We watched a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We find our friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets forTIBS buses.The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We probably would have read Young Generation magazine.We know who's Vinny the&lt;br /&gt;little vampire and Acai the constable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We were there when they first introduced MRT here. We went for the first ride with your parents and would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We learned to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We longed to buy tibits called Kaka(20 cents per pack),and Ding Dang(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We watched TV2(also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5&lt;br /&gt;never had enough cartoons for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books we ever thought we have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let us use metal forks and knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The most vulgar thing we ever said was asshole and idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. CDIS were our bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach us maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around our neck and a must everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Teng-teng, batu lesung, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important&lt;br /&gt;plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp; Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day we either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumbfiles with Happy National Day1994'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. In Primary six we had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Our form teacher taught us maths,science and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. We went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and we would find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry our feet, and wear our dry socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. It was considered lucky and rich if our parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. We saw Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. We freak out when the teacher tells us to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys and some girls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. We brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable and we didn't have lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it bring back any memories???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Cartoon person. Just love cartoons. Tell me what nothing but cartoons on TV for one whole day, I'll be most delighted. But nowadays they are not showing the Classic cartoons much..like...Tom and Jerry Show, Wild Cats, Care Bears....so on....I really miss those cartoons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Feeling Good by Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111595555524503916?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111595555524503916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111595555524503916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111595555524503916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111595555524503916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/reminising-past.html' title='Reminising The Past..'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111690449833179149</id><published>2005-05-24T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:54:53.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken...Chicken....Chick....</title><content type='html'>After 1 and 1.4 &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(1 day-Saturday and 1/4 day-Sunday:went to JB in the afternoon)&lt;/span&gt; days of slacking, I couldn't sit around idling anymore. So yesterday, I cleaned the house, washed the clothes, re-arranged my wardrobe and...........cooked!! I cooked chicken curry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bad for a first time. It turned out pretty well....good huh.....hehe....I'm still alive...no diarrhoea....hehe.....maybe I should start cooking more.....hmmm.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time watching the telly-box, now I wish I could do it everyday.....oh...anyway, I was watching MTV most of the time and I decided to list down the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Top 10 Stylish Women in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;.....countdown style.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She maybe fat but she sure knows how to look super cool in a plus size outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Crunk n B princess who has great moves and style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She has a kick ass fashion sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Volumptous, sexy, stylish Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kylie Monigue&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sexy Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Let's just say her dress sense is out of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 : &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Braids Icon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 :&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fergie (Black Eyed Peas)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Funky yet stylish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She's a star dresser who looks good even when she's made up ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the Number 1 spot goes to...........*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J Lo - Need I say anything.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Don't Speak by No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111690449833179149?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111690449833179149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111690449833179149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111690449833179149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111690449833179149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/chickenchickenchick.html' title='Chicken...Chicken....Chick....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111678152184410310</id><published>2005-05-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:20:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thought of Separation....</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep so I decided to blog.....guess it will be good to write it down then ponder about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my father came back early from work and actually wanted to mop the house. But he couldn't because of the heavy rain. If you are wondering what's the connection...well...when my dad mops the house, almost 3/4 of the stuff in the house moves out, thanks to the big space we have outside our house. But due to the heavy rain, we know for sure that these stuff might get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sweeping the house, this conversation came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: When is Kumar's parents coming down? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Which means "When are u getting married?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Huh..ard end of the year..&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Kumar's parents don't even know about us. How would the hell I know when they are coming down!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad: Then when you getting engaged?&lt;br /&gt;Me: This year engage....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Then ROM?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Next year...&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Me saying these stuff as if they are gonna happen...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad: Then when you get married? The year after that is it....I want to sell the house!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, so u want me to get married and go away faster ah!! Daddy ah, after I go, nobody will do anything for you ok....You talk like ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me really bad.My father had never said anything like this to me before. My relationship with my mum is very bad so I always hear this from her and it doesn't bother me at all. But not from my dad. I was kinda very sad after hearing that. I didn't really expect my father to say something like tat. I don't really wanna leave my dad now. There's nobody to take care of him. Nobody to heat up his food or make tea or coffee or fry anything for him...... Most girls are sad coz they have to leave their mums but in my case, its a bit different. I'm sad to leave my dad...maybe its because he has nobody here besides me.....Sometimes I really get jealous when daughters are friendly with their mums coz its hurts that I'm not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening,I was on the train going to meet Kumar when my ex-maid called me. I couldn't control myself and cried to her. After we hung up, a few minutes later, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my dad called and told me that he was not serious when he said that and me staying in the house is not a burden to him. He also said that i'll always be his daughter no matter what and he's just afraid that Kumar might not marry me and tat's why he wants us to get ROM fast.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said really means a lot to me....This is the first time my father's saying all these to me....they really mean a lot.....I'm not really in the mood to get married. The thought of not being there for my family really makes me wonder whether I should get married. I'm the eldest child and my brother is 9 years younger than me. I can't trust this family into his hands...Sometimes its really sad that a woman has to leave her house and family when she gets married. I guess hope that my dad sells this house when I''m around so that I can help him. I don't know la..I feel sad thinking about these things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me truely, I don't wanna get married.....then Kumar........I don't know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111678152184410310?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111678152184410310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111678152184410310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111678152184410310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111678152184410310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/thought-of-separation.html' title='The Thought of Separation....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111657642099505730</id><published>2005-05-20T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:14:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul Mood-Part 2</title><content type='html'>First, it was 20th May...then it was 22nd May.....and now its June......oh brother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blady hell is Anniyan being released??????? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of feeling fucked up....I just don't get it....why am I feeling like this??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood for anything.....basket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The P1 phamplets arrived yesterday....stupid delivery man had to come at 5.15 pm. So wait la until he put everything into the project room....by the time I left for home was 6.45 pm......stupid man!! I finished updating the website today....oh boy.....i have so many things to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long weekend ahead of me and I'm not looking forward to it......No plans,except going to JB on Sunday,which is not confirmed.....tomorrow is Kumar's first off day....wonder if he's bringing me out.....Monday, I have nothing to do, except for a date with Simbhu (VC is telecasting 'Manmadhan')....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Causeway Point after work today to give my dad's handphone for repair....boring.....maybe I should buy something to cheer me up....shoes maybe.....sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: I'll Be Missing You by P-Diddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111657642099505730?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111657642099505730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111657642099505730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111657642099505730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111657642099505730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/foul-mood-part-2.html' title='Foul Mood-Part 2'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111648465114309723</id><published>2005-05-19T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:53:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I in such a foul mood??</title><content type='html'>.......Another day of draggin myself to work. I just can't seem to wake up nowadays. Tell me who to blame....no late nights...no stress....been sleeping like a pig...but I still have so much difficulty waking up in the morning......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went saree shopping at Tekka with Minah. I realised that when you buy a saree, you should always look at it under white light and not yellow light. There was this red and black saree at Haniffa's. It looked so nice that I wanted to get it but I didn't get it coz I'm in no need for one now and so Minah bought it. Then we went to a accessory shop nearby to get the necessary and when we looked at it again, it didn't look as appealing as it was at Haniffa's. Heng i tot, lucky I didn't waste my money. I feel like going saree shopping too.....but I can't...I have about 4-5 sarees that I haven't even worn yet......shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Kumar's place. My darling boyfriend didn't have the time to clean his house and so he asked me for help. Me being the wonderful girlfriend, went to his house after work and cleaned the house for him. When I opened the fridge, guess what I saw.......his birthday cake...the blady tasty chocolate cake. It was still there...and so I finished it off!!! Do u believe it.....there was 3/4 cake left and I just finished it off while watching TV in half an hour.....wow.....I'm so proud of myself!!!! I want more of that cake.....whose birthday's next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to work....there's so much to do and i'm not in the mood.....great!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: My Boo by Alicia Keys ft Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111648465114309723?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111648465114309723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111648465114309723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111648465114309723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111648465114309723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-am-i-in-such-foul-mood.html' title='Why am I in such a foul mood??'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111624607013415860</id><published>2005-05-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:06:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Being Fat Ugly?</title><content type='html'>Recently, the TAF programmes being conducted at schools have been one of those hot topics in the papers. Today there was this article that a girl who was the only one in the class to be part of the TAF club, lost weight by vomitting out whatever she ate. She did this basically because she was ashamed to be part of the TAF club and she felt like an outcase. After reading that, I was flipping the pages and I saw this slimming ad with a slim Irene Ang's picture on it. She is PCK's wife in case you are wondering who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So is being thin really beautiful? Are fat or plus-sized girls ugly then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many plus-sized girls who think that being slim is beauty and they always try means and ways to slim down and look like those models. Some resort to dangerous ways to lose those fats which they can't get rid of by dieting for eg. vomitting and intense gyming. To all my friends out there who think like that, please don't. Remember you are pretty the way you are. Being big is not wrong and you are not considered as an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Ser once did an episode on this in 'Get Real' and in the end, it was mentioned that our society doesn't shun overweight people. Its just overweight people think it that way. But then, do you think our celebrities posing for these slimming ads is an influence? I remember that Olivia (from Singapore Idol) also did go for slimming. If you ask me honestly, i think she looked better before that. I liked Irene Ang the way she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look on the Indian movie side. Don't you think Jothika looks terrible after slimming? I think she looked better when she was more rounder. Now she looks old. Sometimes looking slim doesn't make you look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you on a secret. I used to be in the TAF club when I was 16. Then when I was on ITE during one of the June holidays, i only ate snacks and lost 4 kg in a month. Since then, I have not been able to put on weight. And now its even worse. I'm all bones. My clothes look big on me. I hate to wear tight-fitting clothes coz it makes me look skinny. I'm in a terrible dilemma. I'm even thinking of seeking medical help for this. I can't go one like.Whenever I visit a doctor, they ask me if I'm aneroxic.Its stressful, I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its important to like yrself. Be confident of who you are. Never let your weight control your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111624607013415860?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111624607013415860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111624607013415860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111624607013415860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111624607013415860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-being-fat-ugly.html' title='Is Being Fat Ugly?'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111465246571507502</id><published>2005-05-15T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:53:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks.... 6 months.... 6 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dating process:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Of course I love U.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Back from Work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room. !&lt;br /&gt;6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Phone Ringing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Here, for you.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : PHONE RINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cooking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6 years : AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apology:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't y! ou worry, Ill never hold this against you.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;New Dress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : You bought a new dress again???&lt;br /&gt;6 years : How much did THAT cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Planning for Vacations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??&lt;br /&gt;6 months : What's so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?&lt;br /&gt;6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6 months : I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is this what really happens after marriage.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored yesterday nite that I ended up watching the dumb 'Pradhana Vizha'. I went to JB yesterday and only came back in the late evening. So I didn't go to Ang Mo Kio. My lovely boyfriend told me that he will going home straight after playing soccer as he had to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleaned my room. Arranged my bangles in the new bangles organiser that I bought at JB and surfed the net for while. After that I was bored to death. I didn't know what to do and so I ended up watching that dumb show. A waste of my time. Last year there were 4 hosts and this year 5. Soon you are gonna see 10 hosts hosting this show. I won't be surprised.And as usual, the dances and songs were terrible. The hosts were over-reacting at some point. Some of the winners were un-deserving. Aiyah....the awards show is just going down the drain. But one of the lady hosts was good. The one with long hair. I liked the way she talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna sleep now! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Do I have to work tomorrow? I wanna sleep longer!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blasting thru the speakas: Girl by Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111465246571507502?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111465246571507502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111465246571507502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111465246571507502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111465246571507502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/6-weeks-6-months-6-years.html' title='6 weeks.... 6 months.... 6 years'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111607364149137209</id><published>2005-05-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:06:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar's birthday is on the 13th and it happens to fall on a Friday...</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th....when I was younger, I used to be so scared of this day, I would pray extra hard, try to make sure nothing goes wrong and be careful in whatever I do...now its just another day...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Kumar's birthday today! The pig turns 24!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a simple celebration. We had diner, watched 'Chandramukhi' and cut a cake at his place. The cake was so delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar wore the shirt I bought and he looked great. Wow, I'm damn blady good at dressing up my man...Good Job Kethrine...This is actually his second gift. His first one was the bike. I paid half the deposit. Aren't I a good girlfriend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/the%20cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/the%20cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/kumar%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/kumar%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Chandramukhi was great! Being an ardent fan of Rajini, its really disappointing that I had to watch that movie almost a month later. Shit, all thanks to that asshole...oops his birthday cannnot scold him...ok ok take back take back....I must make sure he brings me to watch Anniyan within 1 week of its release. I saw the trailer just now and its great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better get back to sleep now...late already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Darling! Muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Soundtrack of 'Chandramukhi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111607364149137209?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111607364149137209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111607364149137209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111607364149137209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111607364149137209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/kumars-birthday-is-on-13th-and-it.html' title='Kumar&apos;s birthday is on the 13th and it happens to fall on a Friday...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111588478540831363</id><published>2005-05-12T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:08:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and get me girls!</title><content type='html'>Oh my! Watcha just look at that! Doesn't he scream-"Come and Get me!" Oohhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/Vikram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/Vikram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just can't wait for the movie to be released!!! Its a must see blockbuster. If you wanna see more picture, go to Indiaglitz.com and click on the 'Gallery' section. So many pictures to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Don't Phunk with My Heart by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111588478540831363?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111588478540831363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111588478540831363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111588478540831363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111588478540831363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-and-get-me-girls.html' title='Come and get me girls!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111564970152635646</id><published>2005-05-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:55:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sayang Aku....Oh P.Ramlee</title><content type='html'>I met an old Malay star today, veteran actress who has acted with P.Ramlee in many movies. And she is non-other than......Nina's grandmother! Wow! Today when I went tuition, they were watching this black-and-white movie starring P.Ramlee and when there was this certain scene, Nina's younger brother, Ekka told me that this was his grandmother. I thought it must have been his great granny but it wasn't. It seems Nina's granny started acting with P.Ramlee at 18 and has acted with him in many flicks in supporting roles. Wow! I think I should get her autograph now of these days....hehe....a bit too much rite....hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a priceless drawing by a budding artist. Its a picture of one of the world's most beautiful woman, a woman who's an inspiration for many......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A masterpiece drawing by Zelinna Da Vinci-'Miss Kethrine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/miss%20kethrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/320/miss%20kethrine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok .....stop throwing tomatoes.....hehehe, Nina's younger sister, Ina drew this for me. This is supposed to be me.....Cute rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'xXx2' yesterday-not that fantastic. Stunts are good but then I can't see Ice Cube as 'xXx'-Vin Diesel was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is over and tomorrow is only Tuesday...oh brother......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respects to a suggestion by Sis Letchu, I have created a new album with pics of me and my baby called 'Kumar and Kethrine'.....check it out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Independent Woman by Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111564970152635646?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111564970152635646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111564970152635646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111564970152635646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111564970152635646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-sayang-akuoh-pramlee.html' title='Oh Sayang Aku....Oh P.Ramlee'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111546220459650184</id><published>2005-05-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:36:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Food Totally Rocks!</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to love Thai food so much now!!! Yesterday, our new AD(Assistant Director), Bobby brought me, Mrs Goh and Serene out for lunch, just to mix around with us. At first we decided on Swenson's but when we went to Great World City, there wasn't any there and so Bobby suggested Siam Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the food was simply great. It was so spicy and tasty, I just couldn't stop myself from eating. We had a big groupa, prawn curry, sambal kangkong, chicken.....mmmmmh........and desert was mango slices with pulut rice......heavenly it was.....The taste is still lingering in me. I was so bloated that I didn't have dinner. Bobby is so nice to foot the bill. I'm gonna buy him coffee one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, see ya! I'm heading to Ang Mo Kio now....bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111546220459650184?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111546220459650184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111546220459650184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111546220459650184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111546220459650184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/thai-food-totally-rocks.html' title='Thai Food Totally Rocks!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111519056609936687</id><published>2005-05-04T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:09:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Sucking our Blood!!</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it!!! What are these people thinking!!!!!!!!!! Aren't we suffering enough!!!!!!! Aaargghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMRT proposes to hike fares....bad enough and now SBS Transit also wants to hike its prices and then its seems the cabby companies will be next in line!!! Oh my goodness!!!! Do they know how much money Singaporeans spend on public transport???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Singaporeans rely on public transport to travel around Singapore. And its prices have been going up like nobody's business....I won't say that our transportation system is bad but its not very good either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work and coming back home from work is hell!!!! All those who take public transport to work would share the same sentiments as me! Do u agree! We are already giving more than we should to transport you know and now we are very unsure whether we have to pay more in the future...even a 1 or 2 cents raise is a lot you know......Singapore is getting more and more shittier to live in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a happier note, Clara's gonna get ROM in November. Isn't that great!!!! I'm so happy for her. She has already a flat and she will be getting hitched in June next year !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Can't Fight The Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111519056609936687?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111519056609936687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111519056609936687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111519056609936687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111519056609936687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/stop-sucking-our-blood.html' title='Stop Sucking our Blood!!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111509898718274884</id><published>2005-05-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:47:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Starry Eyed....ogling at my hunky Vikram! *-*</title><content type='html'>Coming to work after a long holiday is torture!! It was just sooo difficult to wake up this morning!! They should ban long holidays!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful holiday! I ate, slept and watched TV.....super relaxing holiday! Actually today should have been a public holiday...with Wee Kim Wee dead.....shit! Its not that I'm not being compassionate but then another public holiday would be nice rite.....don't you agree...those office-goers! Stand up with me!!!! Let's go on strike!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, you can sit down now.....Singapore high security.....difficult to strike.....hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this sudden craving for Coke! Been drinking too much of it.....I cut down my Coke intake long time ago already and now I'm going on a Coke overload.....Man, this is bad, very bad! Maybe I should blame the weather...it being so hot.....or maybe...I should blame my darling's advertisement!!! Hehehe....know who I am talking about....who else but the juicy Vikram!!! I finally managed to catch his ad on Sun TV. Do you know how many mega serials and dumb programmes I had to sit through to watch it.....it was torture but worthwhile........Vikram looks so hunky, gorgeous, handsome, cute........My hero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wipes drool*.....Anniyan is coming out this month and I just can't wait for the movie.....I'm don't care what Kumar will do...I'm gonna catch that movie by all means...Kumar just hates Vikram,thanks to me!!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Kethrine u r in the office...control yourself.....Back on the ground.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its horribly disturbing when a loved one lies to you or hides something from you right, then why do they do it? Do they like it when someone does it to them? Why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to work. I have a whole lot of FAQs to type. I think I'm gonna lose my fingerprints typing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Bonnie and Clyde by Beyonce &amp;amp; Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111509898718274884?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111509898718274884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111509898718274884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111509898718274884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111509898718274884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-starry-eyedogling-at-my-hunky.html' title='I&apos;m Starry Eyed....ogling at my hunky Vikram! *-*'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111508081318196033</id><published>2005-04-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:19:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Long Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I just love it when there's always a long weekend......it means time for Kethrine to go into hibernation..in other words....time for me to sleep and eat like a pig....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime don't I sound like an asshole....all I ever do on weekends is just eat and sleep and watch TV. I don't go out anywhere except to my aunt's place...(Hey, tat's where I'm heading to tomorrow!).....basically because I'm just too lazy and another thing is I don't know where to go to.....funny me saying this....I haven't even seen half of Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's engagement was good today. Lucky I didn't wear a saree. The place was just too cramp to move about. But they started late and ended late and dinner was served late...Overall, I didn't eat well..... :( And the oldies also started la..."When's yours?"......Stupid people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what-I finally watched 'Smallville'  yesterday night. The new season debuted I think 2 or 3 weeks ago and I just watched it...Damn....no more appointments on Friday nights! My 8.30 to 9.30 slots are reserved for Tom Welling!!! I love that guy!!! (I'm drooling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep now. The movie on Vasantham Central sucks...(I rather dream about Tom Welling than watch a dumb flick from Vijay.....sorry Vijay fans.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Superman by Five For Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111508081318196033?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111508081318196033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111508081318196033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111508081318196033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111508081318196033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome-to-long-weekend.html' title='Welcome to the Long Weekend!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111458210340721842</id><published>2005-04-29T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:43:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28.09.1982...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing much to blog and so I decided to post something about my birthday-&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;28.09.1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were born on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1st, 10th, 19th, 28th&lt;/span&gt; of any month, you are &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;number 1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smart, frank, funny, stubborn, hardworking, honest, jealous on competing basis, kind hearted, friendly, and authoritative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be First on position. Often independent, will never be under others-very self confident people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely to fall in love in the younger age, but will get married when you mature. You are likely to have problems with people who have opposite views and you are most likely to take revenge over your enemies in a long time basis. You are a spender, but you will have a good profession in the future. You can go anywhere from the local shop to the heart of the parliament because you are positive and talented in numerous issues!! Because of your smart behavior, you will be hated by some people too. Your family life is very cool; you will have a very nice partner &amp; wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pioneer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Original&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4, 6, 8&lt;/span&gt; good match is &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3, 5, 7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Lonely by Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111458210340721842?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111458210340721842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111458210340721842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111458210340721842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111458210340721842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/28091982.html' title='28.09.1982...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111466352655099569</id><published>2005-04-28T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:19:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/baby%20shariff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/baby%20shariff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Shariff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the little fellow....isn't he so adorable? He looks so fragile and awww....He's the new addition to Nina's family....Nina's my tuition kid....he's a premature baby...he looks so tiny and cute...I was so scared to even hold him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's No.5....no,I don't mean 'family member no.5' but 'kid no.5'.....yes! He's the fifth kid in the family....wow....I really admire Reza the mother...already she has 2 girls and 2 bratty boys to chase around the house and now she has another one...oh my...I wish her good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's gonna be a new addition to my family soon too! No, I'm not pregnant....My cousin sis-in-law is!!! 3 months already...I'm going to be an auntie 3rd time round!!! Isn't that great!!! Yippee!!! But I don't know whether its going to be a 'penis' or a 'vagina'....have to wait and see...me anything also can la, just give me the baby!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Disco Inferno by 50 Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111466352655099569?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111466352655099569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111466352655099569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111466352655099569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111466352655099569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/awww-baby.html' title='Awww Baby...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111457963458228570</id><published>2005-04-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:23:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Elephant"</title><content type='html'>Remember in my last entry, I said that I wanted to bum during the weekend.....I did...on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday too!!! Hahahahaha!! Super shiok rite! 4 days of doing nothing but just sleeping and watching TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took MC on Monday and Tuesday, thanks to a throat infection and I got all the sleep and rest I wanted...actually I think I got more...hehehehe!! Watched VCDs like nobody's business...hehehe..I watched 3 new Tamil movies and 3 new English movies....and I was sooo lazy to come to work today.....oh my....How I wish I could be like this everyday of my life....sleeping and sleeping and sleeping......zzzzzz......I think I can name myself 'Sleeping Beauty'...hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really good rest, I should say....I think I won't feel be thinking of taking MC or urgent leave when I wake up in the morning for the time being.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all the comments in the previous blog, wow....I guess a lot of us don't really feel like settling down now.....its just too much pressure rite....but then marriage isn't all bad...there are some good points but then....not at 23, freedom gone siah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, here's Kumar's new bike. I call it 'Elephant'. Its so huge! Both of us look tiny it....hehehe....but its cool!! You should see us on the road....we grab everyone's attention!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/50/Bike-Blackbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1943/200/Bike-Blackbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Elephant'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ride on this bike was not good : I couldn't sit properly on it, kept sliding down, almost fell off the bike and the best part, I accidentally stepped on the exhaust pipe which is so near to the philion's foot rest and now it hurts like hell!!!!! Waaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Tilt Your Head Back by Nelly ft Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111457963458228570?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111457963458228570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111457963458228570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111457963458228570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111457963458228570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/elephant.html' title='The &quot;Elephant&quot;'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111413309408016276</id><published>2005-04-22T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:49:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why on A Friday!</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it! Why am I always sick on Friday!! Last Friday I was feelin feverish! And today I'm having a sore throat....shitty man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting to attend in 30 minutes. Also have a Focus Group Discussion with parents, later in the evening! So many things and my health sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! This week has been so busy for me, I haven't yet the time for myself. I think I'll bum this weekend-Do nothing but just eat and play my Sims. Let's see if this happens-hopefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has received an invitation to attend the 'Nichiyathartham' of one of my cousins. Its something like a confirmation ceremony where the parents of the bride and the groom meet and exchange platters filled with 'I don't know whats'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate it when we receive these kind of invitations....wedding invitations, engagement invitations etc....esp when they are regarding my cousins......Basically becoz my mum will start her nonsense of "When are you getting married?"......"When is Kumar's parents coming down?"......."See your cousin getting married already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand it!!! My cousin is 27/28...its time for her to get married!! But I'm still young-23....give me some more time la...please, for crying out loud!!!!!! I still wanna enjoy my singlehood ok! I'm just not in the mood to settle down now. I know i'll never get back this carefree life once I'm married! Cooking.....cleaning.....fights.....kids.....Aargghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm fine with an engagement for now.....but someone has to knock that into my boyfriend's head!!! He's been pocrastinating on that.....I just hate being stuck between!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I've let too much out.....I better get my stuff ready for the meeting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Can't Get U Out of My Head by Kylie Monigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111413309408016276?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111413309408016276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111413309408016276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111413309408016276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111413309408016276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-on-friday.html' title='Why on A Friday!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111397740755524839</id><published>2005-04-21T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:17:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I have a new transport vehicle...Cool!</title><content type='html'>My earlier post was very depressing right...I sound like I'm gonna cry rite....just forget it.....I wanted to delete it but there was this comment by Ambi that was too nice to erase...'Thanks Ambi!'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed but whatever I'm not gonna let that get into the way of my perkyness....Anyway let's talk about other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Indra auntie's surprise 55th birthday party at Changi Chalet. Her daughter had planned it all. Indra Auntie got a shock of her life when we all sprung up from no where when she stepped into the chalet. And she got mushy and teary seeing everyone there....and after she cut the cake, Uncle Singaram, her husband planted a big kiss on her cheeks....Oh how sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grandparents in Love!!*~so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take pics of Moneeskha but our friend was crying her lungs out the moment she saw such a big crowd and only kept quiet when drinking her milk and after that it was the blarring radio again...Sometimes kids can get on your nerves, no matter how cute they are....there were just too many kids at the chalet running around and playing and making so much noise. Boy, they were so irritating....Then I tot of taking pics of Nivea and Niven boy (Nimi's kids) but the dumb lighting at the chalet was bad. So in the end, I didn't take any pics at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work late on Tuesday...till 10.30 pm coz we had this discussion with parents on their views on the current Primary One registration process and what are their opinions on it going online.......the parents has so much to talk....on and on they went...Parents just want so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no lighting and air-con extension request and so when I went back to the office at 10.30pm alone, the office was very dark except for the light from the 'EXIT' signs and some desktop lamps that were on . Serene and Feng Yi were busy packing the left-over food at the studio and I just wanted to go home so i went back to the office first. I was putting my stuff into my bag when someone's alarm clock went off. I freaked out and quickly dashed out of the office. Blady scary la!! All of a sudden, you hear someone's phone ringing...for a moment I told it was the phone but then I remembered that one of them has a clock on their table.....Scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar has got a new bike. Its huge! Very huge! Its a 1100cc bike in silver! Looks pretty cool! We went to the temple yesterday to do some 'Vagana Pooja' (Vehicle prayers)....Funny rite...only Indians have this kind of funny things la......I was almost close to laughing but I just kept quiet la. I'll post a picture when I take one. I just don't know why....Men with bikes are my cup of tea.... hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be down with flu soon....Shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Lady Marmalade by Lil Kim, Mya, Christina Agilera, Pink ft Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111397740755524839?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111397740755524839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111397740755524839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111397740755524839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111397740755524839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-i-have-new-transport-vehiclecool.html' title='Now, I have a new transport vehicle...Cool!'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111395958674132002</id><published>2005-04-20T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:14:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away....</title><content type='html'>I don't feel good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1-I had a late night, left the office pretty late after some discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Number 2-I'm so sick of everyone and everything...family and BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that after going to SPSBr, work has never been an issue for me. Good on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from depression. I think i've been in denial all these while but now I gotta face it -I'm depressed....one major reason for my terrible weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go some place and be alone for a while...be in peace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111395958674132002?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111395958674132002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111395958674132002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111395958674132002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111395958674132002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-me-away.html' title='Take Me Away....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111353229368589289</id><published>2005-04-15T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:31:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Someone...</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Tamil New Year to everyone! All the best in this new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a so-so New Year-managed to go to the Temple, met up with Vanitha and we had dinner together. Spent the time chatting and chatting...It was good....We would taken a pic together, just that both of us looked terrible with our oily faces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a opinion to talk about and the best place would be my blog. Before you read, I'm not being biased or anything, just voicing out what I think, tat's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this person. Let's call her 'X'. X wasn't attached and so her parents introduced someone to her and they are gonna get hitched soon. You see, X is kinda person who's not very stylo and at the same time, not very nerdy but just normal, maybe a bit studious looking. Her dressing is not very fantastic and most of the time, a bit 'ando'...if u understand what I mean. She's a very nice gal ok, I like her and have nothing against her. And there's nothing wrong in dressing and looking like that. But in my dictionary, she is a bit 'ando'. Other than that, she's a very nice gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so her fiance is trying to change her, buying her tight bell-bottom jeans and stylo tops and trying to make her more trendy, hip and stylo. Also asked her to colour her hair la, and rebond it and you know do stuff that would make her look more like....let's say...ME.... :) ( You know, its great to know that someone wants their girlfriend to look like me...hehehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how she tries, she doesn't have the trendy hippy look. She still looks the same. Like you know, sometime a person has this certain look that you can't change.....I do feel bad that I'm saying something like this but its the truth and I can't say straight in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,what I feel is that....why can't he except her the way she is? I mean, you love a person for who she is,right...then why try to change them...if the person has some bad habits, then you can try to change that but not change the way they are and try to make them look like what they are not....Like another one of my friends.....She and her boyfriend are Muslims. She's more like me...and she's doesn't really like long sleeves and baju kurungs and she doesn't wear a tudung. But her boyfriend kinda occasionally hints her on that....she hates that! I don't get why some men like to change the way their girlfriends are.....Think about it, from what I know, not many girls try to change the way their boyfriends look....we just except them the way they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....Hey, don't think I'm prejudiced against people who dress normal ok. I'm just voicing what I feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Hey Mama by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111353229368589289?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111353229368589289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111353229368589289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111353229368589289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111353229368589289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/changing-someone.html' title='Changing Someone...'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111335352208720094</id><published>2005-04-13T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T08:52:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need coffee.....Zzzzz....</title><content type='html'>I've been dragging myself to work since Monday. I don't know why.....I just can't wake up in the morning....the first word that comes to my mind when wake up is 'MC'.....I just don't know why.......I've been sleeping like a pig......I have enough rest but still....I'm so lazy to wake up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: My eye bags are not vanishing. I've been sleeping more than I should but still my bags are there...how to make them go away...aiyah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm sounding like I'm gonna die soon....i better go and drink some coffee to perk me up.....I have a meeting to attend at 9.30 am...hopefully I don't dose off......Meetings are never my cup of tea or should I say coffee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blasting thru the speakas: 1, 2 Step by Ciara ft Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111335352208720094?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111335352208720094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111335352208720094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111335352208720094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111335352208720094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-need-coffeezzzzz.html' title='I need coffee.....Zzzzz....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111314760738038459</id><published>2005-04-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:41:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puris, Potatoes, Pizzas,The Pacifier.....and Papa</title><content type='html'>See,all the words in my title start with 'P'...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cooking the past week.....made puris and masala potato on Wednesday and Thursday and then pizzas during the weekend.....not bad,My cooking is edible...hehehehe! :) Of course it is! I have 2 living examples to prove it....Kumar and Andrew(my dad)..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puri was not perfect but ok. I would give it a 6/10. Still need to improve. My pizza was great...delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend....as usual pigged out at my aunt's place....good...can gain some weight! Also watched 'The Pacifier' on VCD. Cute movie....tough guys look so appealing when they are trying to act in kid flicks...Been watching too many movies on VCD..should go to the theatre soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm 23 and I'm still get stressed like I was when I was at 16/17 whenever I come home late. Well, my father called me at 8.40 pm just now when I was at Sheng Shiong Tekka with my aunt and brothers doing their groceries shopping. I told him I was at Tekka and he told me to get him Masala Dosai. Its was 9.25 pm when we finished shopping and went to Komala Vilas to buy the food. By that time, I was half-stressed. When my father called me at 9.50 pm asking me where I was (he didn't even shout..just asked), I was very very stressed. That was when I just got my order. So when I got into the cab at Ang Mo Kio at 10.10pm(from Tekka, my brother dropped me at their place at Ang Mo Kio), I was panicking. Told the uncle to go faster and when I got down the cab at my block at 10.30 pm, I ran to the lift. Opened my house and ran into my father's room. I was like, 'Sorry Daddy..Tekka very crowded..that's why late.'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: So late! Now what time, I don't want to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah Daddy, come la. I say sorry rite...eat la.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Don't want! Go and put in the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tekka very packed u know! I waited 20 minutes for your dosai ok! Sorry la! Eat la!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Don't want! (Starts to smile a bit)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah, Daddy come la. Eat la. I buy rite.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Ok ok, Go I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, Like small kid man! Have to be coaxed into eating! So old already, still act like a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go to bed now! Very late already! Good night! Sweet Dreams! Muah Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Dilemma by Nelly ft Kelly Rowland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111314760738038459?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111314760738038459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111314760738038459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111314760738038459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111314760738038459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/puris-potatoes-pizzasthe-pacifierand.html' title='Puris, Potatoes, Pizzas,The Pacifier.....and Papa'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111268890726131673</id><published>2005-04-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:15:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Lingerie ;)</title><content type='html'>I bought underwear and bras yesterday! I love lingerie.....I'm a freak for undergarments! Never satisfied even when I have so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to buy a cardigan. So I went to the 'This Fashion' at West Mall. Didn't find any I liked so I just window-shopped around and before leaving, I took at look at the Tom &amp; Stefanie sale stall outside West Mall and I spent $30 on undergarments....hehehehe! I just love buying bras and underwears...especially those that with cute designs....hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.....you know what.....My boss Serene has rebonded her hair!!!!! And she look good. She had very curly hair and now she's looks so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Why must I wait till Deepavali?? Why is it so hard to discipline myself?? Why can't I control myself? Oh please,can't i just do something...not even a highlight?? Why is it so difficult? Oh...I cannot tahan!!! Pleaseeeee!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, cannot. You must resist temptation! Don't touch your hair till Deepavali. Let your hair grow a bit longer! You want to go bald is it by using too many chemicals on your hair frequently!!! No means No! Be good!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you just read was a conversation between Kethrine and her conscience, who is trying to discipline her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111268890726131673?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111268890726131673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111268890726131673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111268890726131673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111268890726131673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-lingerie.html' title='I Love Lingerie ;)'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591603.post-111259154979004399</id><published>2005-04-04T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:33:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah....Blah....Blah....</title><content type='html'>I'm now Cheers storeless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheers store I was working at has gone under franchise and I opted to stick with NTUC-Cheers. And so I can't work at the same Cheers anymore and am waiting to get a transfer to another Cheers store. I wonder where they are gonna put me. But the guy who took over the store told me that I'm invited to join him if I want but let's see where NTUC transfer me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like quitting this job but then, my Friday and Saturday nights would be so boring after that! I'll be at home most of the time and my asshole-of-a-boyfriend won't bring me out! The only thing I can do would be sleeping. Sigh, I think I'll just stick to the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing; I'm officially banned from clubbing for a very long long long time....It seems some guy squeezed a girl's bum at Club V2 when Kumar was there and so Kumar says that its not safe for a girl to go to clubs even when its only once in a while. And now the girl will be known as..."Hey this is the girl whose ass was touched at V2!"(Please let me know if you want the Tamil translation...) and the same thing can happen to you....Blah Blah Blah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the @#%&amp;!! Already I'm clubbing only once in a while and now that also cannot!!! Wah lau weh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it la! There is something I gotta tell u people-I only weigh 38kg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me god! I really badly need to put on weight. I don't wanna vanish into thin air!!!! This is very bad!!! I cannot become a bamboo stick!!!!!!!! Nooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blastin thru the speakas: Sometimes U Can't Make It on Your Own by U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591603-111259154979004399?l=babyket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/feeds/111259154979004399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591603&amp;postID=111259154979004399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111259154979004399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591603/posts/default/111259154979004399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyket.blogspot.com/2005/04/blahblahblah.html' title='Blah....Blah....Blah....'/><author><name>*BabyKet*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986901967414831040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IzuTT-0eME8/SQf_HOxhCbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bwl0yf68QIg/S220/tattoo6.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
