<?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-1646479216011642151</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:53:00.864+08:00</updated><category term='drinks'/><category term='love notes'/><title type='text'>rants al azar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-7713638312177515188</id><published>2008-05-27T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:12.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays while you were away</title><content type='html'>You missed 3 birthdays so far sheni. And so did you gay! Sheni has and excuse whats yours? First was sid's party at the chalet, which was surprisingly smaller then the one we went for. Then was rachel's birthday @ harry's. And datchboy's at the hall where datchu's birthday was celebrated but i dont have pictures for that though. He got saboed with like flour, eggs, fish oil (cod liver oil) and even pee. He smelt like f**k. EEEE! Be happy you're only gonna miss sindhu's birthday next then you'll be back for the rest alright:)))&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNtuy9KkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2kgEYq8Hovc/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204909611152124482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNtuy9KkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2kgEYq8Hovc/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these be the cousins at sid's party. i wore pretty grey cotton on dress which was only $15 during sale :). As expected is was mama-fied. Even rubi came. It was fun till mama songs started playing haha. Surprisingly wasnt scared away by the family. The post party after everyone left as usual included playing games.. dog and the bone. That was violent sia. Untill you know right mommy got injury till she took 2days mc. Plus jabu ran into yaso then she flew at least 5metres back and in an attempt to catch her, vickyboy flew too. haha. They ended up going to OCH, i fell asleep though. Apparently it was boring and least bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNt-y9KlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3gUGgegdgzg/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204909615447091794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNt-y9KlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3gUGgegdgzg/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These include the 'boys' of the family with ironically birthday boy missing cos he was away on a rendezvous. Jabu was very excited to meet someone taller then him. Datchboy and sid looked very handsome that day. then the jana annae very cute and started his usual hey i konw you since secondary sch thing. and im like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNuOy9KmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f_lIQBA4KT8/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204909619742059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNuOy9KmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f_lIQBA4KT8/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is rach's birthday at harry's. We went to thai express for dinner at the esplanade, the plan was glutton's bay intially but it was under renovation. We had dessert at Max Brenners and drinks at harry's. She said she sadded you and the gay not there. You'd recognise everyone in the picture i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNuey9KnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mC8lkYv5b4U/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204909624037026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNuey9KnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mC8lkYv5b4U/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And thats her being excited opening her presents. Oh thats her boyfriend btw. We got her hot red panties with black lace from cotton on, sex dice and a tiffany's ring which was very pretty. So i guess you owe her a prezzie too. Get the child smth from germany alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love my sistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-7713638312177515188?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7713638312177515188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=7713638312177515188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7713638312177515188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7713638312177515188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthdays-while-you-were-away.html' title='birthdays while you were away'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIFH3Rf3pZ4/SDuNtuy9KkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2kgEYq8Hovc/s72-c/DSC00535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-7056389163252534260</id><published>2008-05-14T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:37:00.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn convo btwn raz gay and i</title><content type='html'>patience shall be my fella's virtue. says:&lt;br /&gt;its a sin!&lt;br /&gt;patience shall be my fella's virtue. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;dharesheni says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;dharesheni says:&lt;br /&gt;shut up lah sex is not a sin&lt;br /&gt;UNBREAKABLE- god is my playmate says:&lt;br /&gt;sinnner&lt;br /&gt;dharesheni says:&lt;br /&gt;thats what religion has brainwashed u to think&lt;br /&gt;patience shall be my fella's virtue. says:&lt;br /&gt;it is right..when religion and god get mixed up&lt;br /&gt;dharesheni says:&lt;br /&gt;don't be disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;god wldn't make the gateway to life be a sin&lt;br /&gt;UNBREAKABLE- god is my playmate says:&lt;br /&gt;today a cristian told me im a sinner n im sup to go tohell&lt;br /&gt;UNBREAKABLE- god is my playmate says:&lt;br /&gt;christian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-7056389163252534260?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-136726381581570288</id><published>2008-05-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:07:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love note to the secret me</title><content type='html'>HI EVIL CLONES OF ME..&lt;br /&gt;aww...u guys are the besstest best!&lt;br /&gt;im giving u a virtual kiss.i love the password!&lt;br /&gt;haha and i cldn't stop laughin thru every single password u tried.&lt;br /&gt;ULL NEVER WALK ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways PHOTOS PPL PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;and MEGGIE GOOD JOB ON THE TAKING OVER GAY'S FACEBOOK ACCNT AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being around for ur parents rejecting ur outfit choices.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriosuly am running low on clean clothes i'm disturbed..i dread doign the laundry..but i really need to right.&lt;br /&gt;i only have like 2 tops and 2 dresses left.&lt;br /&gt;and screw the dresses its too cold for that..&lt;br /&gt;HELP..i wish all of u lived here i'll just pop by and steal some clean clothes!&lt;br /&gt;okay soo how bout pls pls pls pls pls visit me...!&lt;br /&gt;we'll drink and club and holiday till we drop.&lt;br /&gt;and live in my eva typical flithy room!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo i just massively updated rajes on life as we know it for me..soo pick up this weeks tabloids from her please.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U BAD CHEWDREN!&lt;br /&gt;gayu: study study study&lt;br /&gt;i haven't shopped so neither shld u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-136726381581570288?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/136726381581570288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=136726381581570288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/136726381581570288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/136726381581570288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-note-to-secret-me.html' title='love note to the secret me'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-7423188020966500567</id><published>2008-05-01T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:45:44.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret u saying hi to u</title><content type='html'>yesterday i went 4 this wedding reception thing.... i wore a saree...kenah scolding fm dad cos the blouse is the string one(e one we went to collect tog) and ya...i insist im showing you pics of me in it... :) cos on a normal day ill jus make u cm over whn im wearing it :( yup...oh n i saw jaga thr n i still din get to say hi to him cos whn i wanted to say hi, he went mia.... haha... not only doesnt he join our plans he disappears even whn he's ard... ya...n tony has been calling me and so has kingston(i insist on calling him tht) but im trying to study n always miss their calls... i havent been meeting anyone other than meggie-thts to study- and raju-to study also- and meggie has my msn password so i wun go online whn im sup to study but i needed to check my mail n asked her 4 it...but b4 tht i tried a few like owenrocks, meglovesgay, gayalovesheni, gayalovesmeggy, ilovesheni, owenisthebest, liverpool, ullneverwalkalone.....but all din work and guess wat it was? 'welovesheni' haha....n yup so thts it but it hs sm no.s so ppl reading it dont try to get into my acc..... and ya so ill jus blog till my exams r ova n u reply here k...i love u....not using facebook too... i love u more...*hugs*kisses*&lt;br /&gt;P.S.dont slut ard too much k slut fren...oh n rach din reply hr bday msg....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-7423188020966500567?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7423188020966500567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=7423188020966500567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7423188020966500567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7423188020966500567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret-u-saying-hi-to-u.html' title='secret u saying hi to u'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-7902688830835234430</id><published>2008-04-25T18:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:16.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how NOT to spend a friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193126851092305714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBGxW1DmVzI/AAAAAAAAABo/wZkvHe6qTwQ/s320/sleep+wake+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(1) do not wake up at 9 coz its too simply early because u slept waay too early the night b4 coz u had nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193132580578678722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG2kVDmV8I/AAAAAAAAACw/ifzp7yo39FA/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(2) do not stay in bed till 10 coz u still have nothing better to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193130007893268290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG0OlDmV0I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zzb3b_kmAyo/s320/cold+shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(3) do not wash ur hair and take a shower when the temperature is like some 16 degrees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193130295656077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG0fVDmV1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xgWN1YnW6Xs/s320/thermometer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(4) do not not own a thermometer so u can't tell the real temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193131339333130098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG1cFDmV3I/AAAAAAAAACI/sOAgmQNlIeY/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(5) do not have breakfast alone coz while u were in the shower buildingmates who u havent met yet seem to have disappeared.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193130385850390370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG0klDmV2I/AAAAAAAAACA/hufMuK-7qxY/s320/uni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(6) do not go to school which is 5 mins away just to collect a singluar matriculation card and then have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193131721585219474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG1yVDmV5I/AAAAAAAAACY/dFJEy6luCDw/s320/lib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(7) do not bum around uni library with no friends till its 1400 so u can visit the computer service centre coz u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193131618506004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG1sVDmV4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Awj7hdUqzM/s320/comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(8) do not know how to get a certificate thignie for ur vpn thingie to work and bottom line is..u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193131820369467298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG14FDmV6I/AAAAAAAAACg/bUIdUdJDP6I/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(9) do not have access to the internet from ur laptop and u cant upload pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193132271341033394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBG2SVDmV7I/AAAAAAAAACo/W2b6BfDkSn8/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(10) do not blog about unnecc nothings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the catch: i never heed my own advice and did all of the above today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-7902688830835234430?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7902688830835234430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=7902688830835234430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7902688830835234430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7902688830835234430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-not-to-spend-friday.html' title='how NOT to spend a friday'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/SBGxW1DmVzI/AAAAAAAAABo/wZkvHe6qTwQ/s72-c/sleep+wake+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-9152710023570020357</id><published>2008-04-22T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:03:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u</title><content type='html'>Can miles truly separate me from u? If i want to be with someone i love*wait.. its e only one i truly love*, aren't i already there?&lt;br /&gt;tdy i took e phone whn i woke up n called you n e line died n i realised u were gone... n den i switched on my lappie n found u online...&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking i might miss u, but more like im rmbring you with everything im doing....&lt;br /&gt;i love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-9152710023570020357?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9152710023570020357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=9152710023570020357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9152710023570020357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9152710023570020357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-u.html' title='i love u'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-1607361825167844893</id><published>2008-04-22T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:40:18.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunshine took e flight away, the flight took my sunshine away</title><content type='html'>i miss u thing-who-will-be-attacked-by-anyone-one-n-everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-1607361825167844893?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1607361825167844893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=1607361825167844893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1607361825167844893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1607361825167844893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sunshine-took-e-flight-away-flight.html' title='my sunshine took e flight away, the flight took my sunshine away'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-4579963179383542238</id><published>2008-04-22T06:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:03:56.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gay!</title><content type='html'>seriously..&lt;br /&gt;its 2.01am UAE time&lt;br /&gt;6.01 singapore time&lt;br /&gt;and i'm msning in a foreign airport and i get a mail saying someone thinks ur gay from facebook&lt;br /&gt;like yaah..i'm sure i expect that mail at this point.&lt;br /&gt;facebook is a crime that i'm gonna love for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;i love u punks.&lt;br /&gt;and don't tell mommy bout the flight okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-4579963179383542238?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4579963179383542238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=4579963179383542238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/4579963179383542238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/4579963179383542238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-gay.html' title='i am gay!'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-2792026502734991274</id><published>2008-01-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:15:32.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you hate animals enough to kill 'em, raise ur hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Food for Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Think of me tonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For that which you savor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Did it give you something real, or could you taste the pain of my death in its flavor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh?  For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived.  How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb?  How could his nose endure the stench?  How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think if you want to eat more meat you should kill it yourself and eat it raw so that you are not blinded by the hypocrisy of having it processed for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If a group of beings from another planet were to land on Earth -- beings who considered themselves as superior to you as you feel yourself to be to other animals -- would you concede them the rights over you that you assume over other animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In their behavior toward creatures, all men are Nazis. Human beings see oppression vividly when they're the victims. Otherwise they victimize blindly and without a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-2792026502734991274?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2792026502734991274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=2792026502734991274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2792026502734991274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2792026502734991274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-hate-animals-enough-to-kill-em.html' title='If you hate animals enough to kill &apos;em, raise ur hands'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-8931234850368691998</id><published>2008-01-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:02:25.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she said: Don't forget me&lt;br /&gt;the other one said: i wont' rmb anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he once told me: you only get this in the movies....&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh...dammit...i want 'in the movies' all over again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-8931234850368691998?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8931234850368691998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=8931234850368691998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/8931234850368691998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/8931234850368691998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-said-dont-forget-me-other-one-said.html' title=''/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-6282793951045665396</id><published>2008-01-04T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:14:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>im dying of boredom.....i have a box of merci infront of me, e tv is switched on but the cable is not...im sitting on e sofa stoning...so i decided to blog...im looking at hp now...it needs help...its ugly... due to damages...it lags...massively...it hav a camera which cant take photo...i cant store songs in it...cos memory is very lil.....im saying i need a new hp...wat say u? den again everyone knows e history of me n my hps n how we have a deal tht we cant ast long w each other....unless ure lousy(i mean e hp)...so if i get a new one how long will it stay by me? i need stability in life...i don get it w ppl....not even my hp? seriously.....im doomed....nono....i cant say tht cos mummy told me yest tht if u say something too often u might get convinced its gonna happen n den send brain waves into e air tht it wil happen n hence e world will thing it will happen n so it might happen.... don read tht again..its deep n complicated.... ya... i noe...so maybe its all 4 gd.... but whr was e gd meant to happen.... don ask.... so in conclusion shld i get a new hp or not? i dont know.... im gonna spend quality time thinking about tht so ya...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-6282793951045665396?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-5396784431695993271</id><published>2007-12-06T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:32:45.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monopoly on the 'victim' act</title><content type='html'>this peyton girl has to stop....stop always being the only one who has shit happen...always cryin..always playing sad ass songs...owning and patronizing the whole 'my life is ****ED up' card...&lt;br /&gt;one tree hill is sooooooooo just soooo flat..maybe the characters shld GET A LIFE...welcome to 3-D land...maybe get deeper then 'slutty rich girl who's secretly deep'...'talented smart chic who falls in love with jock and can't have it all'....'dumb tart that plays sad puppy(not cute)'...'brothers from another mothers'....CHRIST..what do i have against the show..&lt;br /&gt;nothing..i'm just rained in....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make out with this 'nathan' boy though...he's the appointed celeb crush of the day....the whole show shld just be bout him...&lt;br /&gt;conclusion 1: i shld NOT consider a career in reviewing&lt;br /&gt;conclusion 2: i shld NOT be a peyton and wallow in self pity for eternity waiting for magic to happen..coz it just won't&lt;br /&gt;conclusion 3: i need a job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-5396784431695993271?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5396784431695993271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=5396784431695993271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5396784431695993271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5396784431695993271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/12/monopoly-on-victim-act.html' title='monopoly on the &apos;victim&apos; act'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-5960139804039752281</id><published>2007-11-26T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T05:48:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i took the 'Who's Your Type?' test on tickle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i come back after a walk at 5:28 am..&lt;br /&gt;and on my lappy screen i see an msn pop up window with this:&lt;br /&gt;(ross is the vegen person and i'm the fMRI person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/your_type_men.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/your_type_men.jsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i check website out..and 1st thing i read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Step right up! At long last, the eternal riddle is solved. Spin Tickle's matchmaking wheel and discover which woman is TRULY your type. Answer these simple questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i was about to do the test when i saw it.. the key word btwn 'discover which' and 'is TRULY'...so i go to ross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;ok did u send me a test to check who's the right women for me??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no no i wanted to see if the site can open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;and you shld take it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm taking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;for kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;riight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...the results were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your type is the Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;Cute, fun, and sweet, your ideal gal is just a stone's throw away — she's the Girl Next Door. She's Sandra Bullock, Doris Day, and Meg Ryan all rolled up into one. Naturally pretty rather than glamorous, she's unpretentious and generous. She loves animals and children, and is great with both. You're attracted to her strong values and traditional ways. Although she demands a lot of respect, she's not particularly high-maintenance. Her ideal date is more likely to be dinner and a movie than heading out for a night on the town. She's careful yet spontaneous — a little bit of the Guy's Girl, a smidge of Sorority Sister (the nice kind), and just a hint of the Hippie Chick. But she's got an appeal that's all her own, which is why you can't stay away. Her winning smile, bright eyes, and loving nature make you want to hold on tight and never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so..um..now if u fit above description...hit on me girls....btw..&lt;br /&gt;ros took the what type are u test..and he nailed a 'girl next door'...except eee..she's my sis....&lt;br /&gt;i also took the what type are u test a long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;and hit 'girl nxt door'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;shite!&lt;br /&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;ur what i look forin a girl&lt;br /&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;so am i! i am what i look for in a girl&lt;br /&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;i shld date myself&lt;br /&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? says:&lt;br /&gt;fo fuck yrself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-5960139804039752281?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5960139804039752281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=5960139804039752281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5960139804039752281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5960139804039752281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-took-whos-your-type-test-on.html' title='Why i took the &apos;Who&apos;s Your Type?&apos; test on tickle.'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-6320529540077954909</id><published>2007-11-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:31:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online convo btwn moss and myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in absolute randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;ur welcome bulldog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;woof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;then you must say moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;mooo hoo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;i'm the cow that jumped over the moon&lt;br /&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;or was it the fork and spoon that jumped over the moon in that rhyme..&lt;br /&gt;If you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;fork and spoon had sex i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tonotopic representation says:&lt;br /&gt;niceeeee...&lt;br /&gt;the fork forked the spoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you aint got nothin nice to say then dont say nothin. says:&lt;br /&gt;then later they spooned together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wth are we talking about?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-6320529540077954909?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6320529540077954909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=6320529540077954909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6320529540077954909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6320529540077954909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/online-convo-btwn-moss-and-myself.html' title='online convo btwn moss and myself'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-5664088678051652705</id><published>2007-11-18T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:57:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got tissues for yr issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i thought I had issues. But boy was i wrong. So you know how my random noises plus weirdo faces and just a lil violence here and there is scary. My friends.. waay worse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Example 1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME: omg im having cramps. ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RACH: punch yourself in the stomach. it'll take the mind off your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Example 2- Vanessa : do you think behind barney's mask there's a cute guy? (who the f**k checks out barney?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Example 3- The ultimate is meena. She's on a bus alone with this white guy sitting infront of her right. And he has gorgeous golden curly hair. We both have a thing for curly hair. But difference is i would have just sat there imagining running my fingers through his hair but she.. She actually touches his hair. WTF! She literally touches a random strangers head. And then she tells me "ross it was so soft and puppy dog like". Btw the guy realises she's touching his hair but just sits there like nothing happened. i mean if anyone touches my hair.. Death wish much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-5664088678051652705?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5664088678051652705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=5664088678051652705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5664088678051652705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5664088678051652705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-got-tissues-for-yr-issues.html' title='I&apos;ve got tissues for yr issues.'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-3577583439369198072</id><published>2007-11-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempts to clear my name</title><content type='html'>charge: alcoholism and party animalism &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;verdict: NOT GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oi i'm soo not an alcoholic dharma bum...okay maybe i'm a dharma bum..but i'm a WATER-LOVING prodigal nothing. Like u know the phospholipid in our cell membrane's bilayer....i have a water loving head. i don't even like soft drinks lor....anyways...here's prove that we do more then poison our liver and break our heels...&lt;br /&gt;we BUY NEW HEELS all the time.....(if u don't get the link..thats coz they aint meant to be any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;case and point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133079254577086626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzxcYsT-gKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-txd8XyFssw/s320/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they heels they bought by themselves and are almost brand new..and i insist they also hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also DRINK cool juices and have healthy(if mac's counts) breakfasts in the MORNING(lord works miracles..i'm talking bout rose and my getting up b4 ur shadows reaches the shortest height)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzxezMT-gMI/AAAAAAAAABI/4DAWfeg4c8E/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133081908866875586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzxezMT-gMI/AAAAAAAAABI/4DAWfeg4c8E/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's wheat grass juice(mine), rose syrup(mixed with 1 tbpn water-gay) and oj(rose-from macs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i love peelfresh...any fresher and u gotta peel it urself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-3577583439369198072?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3577583439369198072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=3577583439369198072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/3577583439369198072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/3577583439369198072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/attempts-to-clear-my-name.html' title='attempts to clear my name'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzxcYsT-gKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-txd8XyFssw/s72-c/IMG_2388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-1383305293594987150</id><published>2007-11-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:18.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LL&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OW&lt;/span&gt;EEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl6-PkQAjI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bd8jqo5of5Q/s1600-h/collage18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132268460114444850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl6-PkQAjI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bd8jqo5of5Q/s320/collage18.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;&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;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; TOAST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCITING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MOMENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl69_kQAiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yfA-xZkVFT0/s1600-h/the+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132268455819477538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl69_kQAiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yfA-xZkVFT0/s320/the+toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CARPARK CELEBRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sheni's post birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl69vkQAhI/AAAAAAAAABI/WqrDeC0h708/s1600-h/at+carpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132268451524510226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl69vkQAhI/AAAAAAAAABI/WqrDeC0h708/s320/at+carpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl69_kQAiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yfA-xZkVFT0/s1600-h/the+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-1383305293594987150?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1383305293594987150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=1383305293594987150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1383305293594987150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1383305293594987150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/ha-ll-ow-een-toast-to-more-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUm4qLPu5bg/Rzl6-PkQAjI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bd8jqo5of5Q/s72-c/collage18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-2006676274221593922</id><published>2007-11-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:49:58.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY FAV GF</title><content type='html'>I have one fav jokes and i dedicate it to sheni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;how do u blindfold a dharesheni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;USE DENTAL FLOSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-2006676274221593922?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2006676274221593922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=2006676274221593922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2006676274221593922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2006676274221593922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-fav-gf.html' title='TO MY FAV GF'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-491250977850128187</id><published>2007-11-13T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:11:37.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world of indian maids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this one goes out to my maid...or maids whove entertained my life with their full potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a lil background before i continue with the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;The actual story of kannagi n Madurai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kovalan, the son of a wealthy merchant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;married Kannagi, a young woman of legendary beauty. They lived together happily in the city of Kaveripattinam, until Kovalan met the dancer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Madhavi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhavi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Madhavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt; and fell in love with her. In his infatuation he forgot Kannagi and gradually spent all his wealth on the dancer. At last, penniless, Kovalan realised his mistake, and returned back to Kannagi. Their only asset was a precious pair of anklets (cilambu--- hence the name of the epic), filled with gems, which she gave to him willingly. With these as their capital they went to the great city of Madurai, where Kovalan hoped to recoup his fortunes by trade.He was accussed wrongly n killed in the process.His wife proved his innocence n in her anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt; Kannagi cursed the city and burnt it down.(curse became true cos of her utmost chastity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Name:Kanagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fav Activity:eating bread n drinking milo(she oni ate these in india according to her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most memorable incident:received a letter fm son-in-law which read:........without you the whole of madhurey is in darkness.pls come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one word to describe:DRAMA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Name:cant rmb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fav activity:lying in e hall with all fans on n sleeping like she's dead(with tv on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most memorable incident:once when my mum was screaming n scolding her she gave a realli horrified face and i tot she was scared. den she told my mum: akka im damn scared...when u shout like this...tht something will happen to you!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one word to describe:DRAMA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3.)Name:Bhagyalakshmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She the most recent one....if you call my house she'll ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RING RING.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:HALLOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;u:can i speak to gayathrii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her: gayathrii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(at this pt u beta start speaking in tamil if not convo willl nvr end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(rest of convo translated fm tamil to eng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;u:gayathrii in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(silence...silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;u:hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:should i call her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She'll nvr give any direct ans...She's too smart for any of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mum asks me to go to the market..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me:fridge gt chilli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me:did u check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(i ask her check again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me:is thr chilli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:(smiles)yes must buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me:huh? is thr? or nt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her:yes must buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me:grrrrrrrrrr....nvm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to be continued........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-491250977850128187?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/491250977850128187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=491250977850128187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/491250977850128187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/491250977850128187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-of-indian-maids.html' title='the world of indian maids'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-3951867508262230173</id><published>2007-11-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:58:19.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation btwn Ros and her DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;@ 2:45pm....when rosheni finally gets out of bed....and father happens to come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ROSH: eh how come ur at home? weren't u supposed to be @ work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEDU(dad): (with exact same intonations) weren't u supposed to drink poison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and then they just walk seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;waih waih waih......&lt;br /&gt;me and gaya on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;me: hahahahahaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;gay: what did u father just say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-3951867508262230173?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3951867508262230173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=3951867508262230173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/3951867508262230173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/3951867508262230173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversation-btwn-ros-and-her-dad.html' title='Conversation btwn Ros and her DAD'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-8382054613814418331</id><published>2007-11-13T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:56:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>household comedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i was just talking to my husky voiced bunny.... backgroud goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: arent u sup to be at work?&lt;br /&gt;dad: arent u sup to be taking poison?&lt;br /&gt;(see sheni's entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like wat jus happened?...seriously n she says im weird.....hilarious hippies(for alliteration effect) n so we continue with our convo....n it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;wait wait before that....trailer....&lt;br /&gt;characters found to resemble anyone or anything not done intentionally...(so all u dogs cats goldfishes bats owls wolves and everything else dont be angry)&lt;br /&gt;music and theme music by aresh(theyre original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aresh:arent u sup to teach my sis to ooowei ool&lt;br /&gt;me:huh?&lt;br /&gt;reshi:lay oool&lt;br /&gt;me:ooolay wat?&lt;br /&gt;dada:aaahh....l-a-y- ...oooool&lt;br /&gt;me:huh? lay wat?&lt;br /&gt;dhare:forget it....&lt;br /&gt;me:no say&lt;br /&gt;dhare:nvm...&lt;br /&gt;me:oh wait play pool?&lt;br /&gt;aresh:(growls in husky voice) now u noe...when i don say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright of gayathrii&lt;br /&gt;(document cannot be quoted anywhere cos was processed thru wat i heard over e phone n not wat she said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so weird n i love her no so becos shes weird but cos i jus love her n even if she wasnt weird ill still love her but her being weird cos actually have led me to love her but thts not the oni reason or.....nvm...im tired....i love u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-8382054613814418331?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8382054613814418331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=8382054613814418331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/8382054613814418331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/8382054613814418331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/household-comedies.html' title='household comedies'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-9114544310254705522</id><published>2007-11-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:11:58.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its time to clean up? no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thank god no one except for us (gay, sheni and me) read the blog. Cos honestly if i were to come across this i'd be thinkin " hey look a bunch of alcoholics who are too drunk to clean up their shit". And the evidence : Picture's of pig stys' (a.k.a our rooms) and not to mention bottles. many many bottles. Malibu's, Q's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Party like a rock star lifestyle has got to end. WTF am i sayin. i LOVE this shit man. Wheeee. Sleep half the day (literally 12 hours) and party the night away. Failing kidneys, liver failure and coronary heart dieases await yet no worries since the death wish of 45 still continues to be wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;random racist jokes and since we're indian they're not racist just funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What do you call a bunch of Indians in a Swimming Pool A: Cocoa Pops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What do you call a bunch of Indians rolling down a hill? A: A mud slide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What's the difference between an indian and a bag of shit? A: The bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What did the Indian say when he slid down the zebra? A: Now you see me now you dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: Why don't Indians die from the West Nile Virus? A: Because mosquitos don't land on shit, only flies do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What's black, orange, and very pretty? A: An indian on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: How do asian parents name their kids? A: They throw a bunch of pots and pans down the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ahaha. no offence all who read (yea all two of you&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-9114544310254705522?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9114544310254705522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=9114544310254705522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9114544310254705522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9114544310254705522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe-its-time-to-clean-up-no.html' title='Maybe its time to clean up? no?'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-2028797109034329282</id><published>2007-11-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her sty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzcpA1LvvaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fNHC3kwtBoI/s1600-h/1_342897897l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131615394665053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzcpA1LvvaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fNHC3kwtBoI/s320/1_342897897l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minus out my face and i really understand why gay and i get along so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh seriously....we're soo messed up...and i really understand what she says about how she needs stability in her life..and things are just everywhere..and she's about to used my room on the 10th nov morning as an anology..but i steal the words right off the top of her head..coz i really do feel that way..like everything is lying everywhere..and its time for the clean up crew to step in. so u can find what u want to find when u want to find it...be it shoes or make up or clothes...i just really need some routine...i've now got my 'end' in hand --&gt; the routine/stability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the mean evades...boo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously life decisions aside...we're such pigs..the whole lot of us..roshen is too coz my room IS her room..but she's a partial since i create the bigger half of the mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh....where to start....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-2028797109034329282?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2028797109034329282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=2028797109034329282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2028797109034329282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2028797109034329282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/her-sty.html' title='her sty'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzcpA1LvvaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fNHC3kwtBoI/s72-c/1_342897897l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-4044561151125732773</id><published>2007-11-10T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzVjllLvvZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qX63FlnC25M/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131116847746235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzVjllLvvZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qX63FlnC25M/s320/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the dust clear..and the dawn breaks..and the friends are gone..and the sister's asleep...the daunting task still await....the filth..ohh boy..the filth...the filth that is my room..still remains..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE: parties shld come with clean up parties.&lt;br /&gt;JOKE: the party wasn't even in my room..it was far away on a roof somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A list of what i see around me&lt;br /&gt;1. shorts..inside which y-day i found my (lost for 5 mins)phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. dirty skirts and clean skirts..overturned tees and new dresses...basically more than 15 items of clothin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. a knife that has been used to cut apples 19 hours ago and has still not been washed sits on the floor with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. lighter and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. singluar fondue stick (3 more are unaccounted for)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. plates on which chocolate drippesd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. brand new stuffs from la senza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. towels and make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. money and empty envelopes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. sparklers..used and unused&lt;br /&gt;omg the list is never ending..i stop here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg where do i start....i'm afraid i'll come across smth that will haunt my dreams foreva...lord bless me..i shall brave the terror now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-4044561151125732773?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4044561151125732773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=4044561151125732773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/4044561151125732773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/4044561151125732773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/sty.html' title='sty'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RzVjllLvvZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qX63FlnC25M/s72-c/IMG_2411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-149820818837216682</id><published>2007-11-06T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:17:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall Of Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A reenactment of on the most stupidest moments observed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sidd : shit you mean America is not in Euprope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME : hahaha. F***tart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i rush off to tell everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Sidd thinks America is in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sindhu: hahaah. loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: i know he's stupidity amazes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sindhu : Does he not know that America ain't in Europe, Europe is is America. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And btw this conversation took place twice with the same people! WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-149820818837216682?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/149820818837216682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=149820818837216682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/149820818837216682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/149820818837216682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/hall-of-stupidity.html' title='Hall Of Stupidity'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-6919618645458948392</id><published>2007-11-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:58:20.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused kids or greedy kids</title><content type='html'>yipeeeeeeeeeeee.....that was relli e most eventful week.... happening birthday... halloween parties... lost camera... continued by holy weekend for me.... talk abt extremes...no but wat i wan to talk abt is confused kids....relli... my parents think my generation has no directions in life n no values..... well its them n to them everyone n anyone could possibly seem like they have no values..but well they think im confused n i dont relli noe wat i want n blah blah blah... they have told me this relli often when i was younger...i actually felt guilty being directionless sometimes.... n then i saw this kid yesterday.... he was attending prayers with his mum....n he was in &lt;strong&gt;superman costume&lt;/strong&gt;! not jus e t-shirt or something e whole bloody costume with underwear outside.... his mum was saying he insisted he wun wear anything else...but kids are allowed to be anything rite n theyre allowed to love a superhero n dream to be like him so i was like ok... n then i saw him again today...he was SPIDERMAN! youre allowed to love one superhero... well maybe like e rest tooo(actually u can love all of em) but kids pls decide wat u want to be... relli...one superhero a day is relli too much.... i was so disturbed by this i actually asked him wat he liked more n why cant he decide wat he wants to be... n he was tellin me superman can oni fly so to play firecrackers(which i played today) he needs to be spiderman so he can shooot thing away with his web....he goes on to show me e action of shooting web from his wrist(giving oh-so-gross saliva splashing sounds).....i was thinking in my head 'n my parents were irritated with me not having directions in life'....seriously....if i had a kid id rather he not decide wat he wans to be den to want to be everything... having too many directions is worse den having none....oh goodness... kids these days r they confused or jus plain greedy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-6919618645458948392?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6919618645458948392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=6919618645458948392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6919618645458948392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6919618645458948392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/confused-kids-or-greedy-kids.html' title='confused kids or greedy kids'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-372217697238431845</id><published>2007-11-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:24:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done it all (well.. not all)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The most semangat birthday week EVER! Starting with mother tounge paper but of course i dont wanna talk about that. Best Present: Dont ever have to read or write tamil for the rest of may life. yay! Okay maybe not THE best present cos i gotta give credit to the snake and ladders played with shots game from gaya. You rock sis. I tell sheni i wanna blow out candles cos i din make a wish earlier when CAKE WAS SMASHED IN MY FACE, so she gets literally a hundred candles and spells ROS 17. That wish better some true. haha.Then of course ending off the night with sheesha and mommy givin me wine. i love my mommy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then to add to the excitement of the week i get over the fear of public speakin and rock during pw. And duh the awesomest halloween ever! The devil - moi, wicked witch -sheni and the fallen angel (who's wings i helped make and looked awesome) - gay had such a hap time. Although so many ppl flaked on us, not gonna name names, meena, dawn, andrea datchu, shasha, ryan and rach. all of you die! Haha and we met gaya's friend who was convinced he was multilingual cos he could speak chinese. except no one knew that it actually meant scolding the taxi uncle in vulgarites. i pity taxi drivers man, the shit they put up with (poor daddy). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And the next day so not the highlight of the week cos i for some reason ended up in BUKIT F**KING PANJANG. Then the attack of the killer meat eating insects. We could have so gone to thomson where bugs dont exsist. And what do i get for literally traveling to the other side of singapore? A dog (no i dont mean a guy, i mean a real dog) kisses me. bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And the next day i cut myself opening a Q bottle. Sheni thinks i've opened so many bottles that i've cut myself. But i think i should open more bottles so that i can be such a pro i wont cut myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Long story sia. But could you blame me. Too much fun, too lil time! Thanks for the awesome week and prezzies all! Sheni you still owe me my push-ups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-372217697238431845?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/372217697238431845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=372217697238431845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/372217697238431845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/372217697238431845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/11/done-it-all-well-not-all.html' title='Done it all (well.. not all)'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-279085885388063292</id><published>2007-10-30T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:19.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>underneath my clothes meets cleaning out my closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RybjxGpdioI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3F5vz70heFg/s1600-h/IMG_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127035658545498754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RybjxGpdioI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3F5vz70heFg/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so the other day i was cleaning out my wardrobe because the over spewing clothes pressured the door and damaged the hinges, leaving me with a door that catches zombie me at 6 am by surprise when i go in search of outfits. And i stumbled upon a few little treasures and surprises..they are as follows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(a) a heap load of HIDEOUS clothes that i will not describe as it sends shivers down my spine(that prolly slightly damaged by excessive heels wearing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(b) another heap load of clothes that remind me of my skinny skank days that i shld revert to and now i'm inspired to never eat again( screw chocolates...AS IF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(c) a lost screw that might help solve the door hanging on the hinges issue w/o me having to borrow screws from the other less used doors of the cupboard. though i only found one..and i'm still missing another 3 more..a trip to the furniture warehouse awaits (anyone know one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(d) nice ass clothes that are soo from eons ago and belong to my mom but thank the stars for the revival of old styles...i've got some new tops to parade in..which i still must squeeze into..hence i reiterate my need to loose some pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(e) a little love note. One a certain someone stashed away under my clothes so i'll find some day and be touched and surprised...a tiny little effort put into putting a smile on my face..that could have lasted a whole day. and u know what..it did. but a long time back...i found the note..and i really kept smiling everytime the idea popped into my head for the whole day..on the train..crossing the road...so i left the note there...so i'll run into it another day and revisit the cheered-up sensation. HA..except now the certain author of the note is a bit less part of my life..and I'm not quite sure how i feel about finding the note. Elated..umm...NOT....sad...i thought abt it..maybe i shld have cried..but i just didnt...smiley..well it is sweet...so a little smile did cross my face..but..then i tossed the note aside..embraced the few seconds of warmth that passed..and went along..folding and colour coding..seperating the fashions disasters..from the potentially hot outfits...and very depressingly creating a pile of hand-me-downs that included my dream fit mango jeans that just down button now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-279085885388063292?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/279085885388063292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=279085885388063292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/279085885388063292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/279085885388063292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/underneath-my-clothes-meets-cleaning.html' title='underneath my clothes meets cleaning out my closet'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyzSUwjfpkc/RybjxGpdioI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3F5vz70heFg/s72-c/IMG_2244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-2606704304022075811</id><published>2007-10-28T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:29:16.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHONE CALL CONVERSATION WITH MY LITTLE PIRATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; blurb blurb blurb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; are you a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no i'm just sinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;waih...waih...waih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-2606704304022075811?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2606704304022075811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=2606704304022075811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2606704304022075811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2606704304022075811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/phone-call-conversation-with-my-little.html' title='PHONE CALL CONVERSATION WITH MY LITTLE PIRATE'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-7981424669356373535</id><published>2007-10-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:27:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain drops falling on my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORMONES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the secretion of an endocrine gland that is transmitted by the blood to the tissue on which it has a specific effect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boy do i hate how they mess with my miserable as hell soul...i feel like a cantankerous ole beeyatch one moment and then i'm crying so hard i must have forgotten to breathe coz i'm gasping for air the next and i don't even know why. SO i'm just gonna blame it on the fine tiny particles that swim around my blood and mess with my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAIN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-water falling in drops from vapor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #880000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.rhymezone.com/r/d?u=condensed&amp;amp;loc=fdef"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;condensed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in the atmosphere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;piter pater..whateva..jeez the clouds sure as hell know my mood. and misery loves company so yeahh..i have an inanimate pal! woohoo...rained in..that rotten. not like i wanna leave my rotting hell hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;the bitch i'm living....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so im living. and breathing and singing along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's raining it's pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the old mam is snoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;now i lay me down to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hear the sirens in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all the dreams are made of chrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have no way to get back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'd rather die before i wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like marilyn monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and throw my jeans out in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the street and the rain will make 'em grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like for real..my jeans have shrunk since they've been in the wash..maybe the rain will help it grow! or maybe i shld throw my ass in the washing maschine and it'll shrink! actually i like my ass..its my thighs thats shld shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- tom waits quoting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun singin..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;miserable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;manic depressive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-7981424669356373535?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7981424669356373535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=7981424669356373535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7981424669356373535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/7981424669356373535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain-drops-falling-on-my-window.html' title='rain drops falling on my window'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-5407187073098050861</id><published>2007-10-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:47:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUCIUS SAYS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Woman who go to man's apartment for snack, gets tit-bit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Man who lay woman on ground, get piece on earth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Man who gets kicked in balls, left holding the bag.&lt;br /&gt;4. Man who kisses girl's behind, &lt;span &gt;gets &lt;/span&gt;crack in face.&lt;br /&gt;5. Passionate kiss like spider web ... lead to undoing of fly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Man with hole in pocket, feel cocky all day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night.&lt;br /&gt;8. Virginity like balloon ... one prick, all gone.&lt;br /&gt;9. Girl who rides bicycle, peddles ass all over town.&lt;br /&gt;10. Man who farts in church, sits in own pew.&lt;br /&gt;11. Baseball all wrong ... man with four balls no can walk.&lt;br /&gt;12. Man who live in glass house, dress in basement.&lt;br /&gt;13. Kotex not best thing on earth, but next to best thing.&lt;br /&gt;14. Man with penis in peanut butter jar is fucking nuts.&lt;br /&gt;15. Man who walk through airport door sideways is going to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;16. Man who drop watch in toilet, bound to have shitty time.&lt;br /&gt;17. Man who take lady on camping trip, have one intent.&lt;br /&gt;18. Woman who fly upside down, have crack up.&lt;br /&gt;19. Man who go to bed with question of sex on mind wake up with solution well in hand.&lt;br /&gt;20. Girl who do back spring on bedspring have offspring next spring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha. so listen to confucius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-5407187073098050861?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5407187073098050861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=5407187073098050861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5407187073098050861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/5407187073098050861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/confucius-says.html' title='CONFUCIUS SAYS...'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-6313842127445827914</id><published>2007-10-28T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:53:53.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICK UP LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.)Do you have any raisins? No? How about a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(THIS IS MY PICK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.)Pick up a pack of sugar that actually says, "sugar" on it and say, "You dropped your nametag!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(THIS WAS MY PICK UNTIL I MET E ABOVE{1st one})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you a parking ticket? (What?) You got fine written all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?"] ... I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you believe in the hereafter? Well, then I guess you know what I'm here after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl, you better have a license, cuz you are driving me crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey baby, you've got something on your butt: my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You must be from out of space cause I can see the stars in your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were a booger I'd pick you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I have directions? ["To where?"] To your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I saw you from across the room, I passed out cold and hit my head onthe floor...so I'm going to need your name and number for insurance reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you have a map? Because I just keep getting lost in your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there an airport nearby or is that my heart taking off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-6313842127445827914?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6313842127445827914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=6313842127445827914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6313842127445827914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/6313842127445827914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/pick-up-lines.html' title='PICK UP LINES'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-2225019941930870183</id><published>2007-10-28T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:25:03.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q: Why didn't the blonde want a window seat on the plane?&lt;br /&gt;A: She'd just blow dried her hair and she didn't want it blown around too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you get a blond out of a tree?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;A: So she wouldn't wake up the sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did God create blondes?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because sheep can't bring beer from the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did God create brunettes?&lt;br /&gt;A: Neither could the blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did the blonde wear condoms on her ears?&lt;br /&gt;A: So she wouldn't get Hearing Aides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the blonde name her pet zebra?&lt;br /&gt;A: Spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why was the blonde upset when she got her Driver's License?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because she got an F in sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's a blonde's favorite nursery rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;A: Humpme Dumpme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the blonde customer say to the buxom waitress (reading her nametag) ?&lt;br /&gt;A: "'Debbie'...that's cute. What did you name the other one ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-2225019941930870183?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2225019941930870183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=2225019941930870183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2225019941930870183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/2225019941930870183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/blonde-jokes.html' title='blonde jokes'/><author><name>gay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11902688202170796348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-9012468698701020948</id><published>2007-10-23T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:45:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the invite - NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/071022/samp8217c417aa070215.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTMwNzMwMzU1OTMmcHQ9MTE5MzA3MzA4NTU0NiZwPTExOTMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZmPWI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So cool right. All hail dawn and her cool webbies to make such pictures. Thank for the invite sisterS. Continue with the malibu-ing without me. At least my real sister (gay) saved some for me. you better have saved some for me btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shoppin tmr, omg there is like so many things i gotta buy cos even sheni is runnin out of clothes i can borrow. Would love to borrow gay's clothes but i actually gotta fill them in, top and bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So here's my list (i love lists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-white shorts (so necessary for future chalets and bbq's of life)&lt;br /&gt;-top shop orangish blouse that hides tera on days where i feel fat (yes yes i now there ARE days where I feel fat)&lt;br /&gt;-faded blue jeans (just to add to the collection of grey, black and dark blue pairs)&lt;br /&gt;-white jeans (wait i can just get those the way gay did - bleach em when i'm bored with my grey ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-a dress (pirdy, affordable and smth awesome enough to way to miss yeo's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;-clubwear- the future state black tube i saw which costs a bomb (really gotta stop livin off sheni) -act junk food tee's (cos i cannot afford the real one's, haha they're a rip off anyway)&lt;br /&gt;-more long chainy like trinkets (they just make everything look better)&lt;br /&gt;-a vest of my own (it just makes life complete okay) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'll stop with the list cos i can barely afford these things. i secretly have a MUCH MUCH longer list which i will eventually get within time. i soooo need a job for the holidays, with no more givin tuition where am i gonna get the kaching kaching to pay for all these crap. I need to IandR (thats some pw crap that you're so done doing like three years ago). Gay stop being lag and put up yr awesome collages up already.&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/1646479216011642151-9012468698701020948?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9012468698701020948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=9012468698701020948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9012468698701020948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/9012468698701020948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-for-invite.html' title='Thanks for the invite - NOT'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290569812183932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646479216011642151.post-1776583914245442504</id><published>2007-10-22T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:46:13.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><title type='text'>malibu moments minutes to midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what's a cookin in our kitchen....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;little concoctions to satisfy our insatiable sweet-tooth.. scratch that.. plural more apt.. TEETH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO - this entry has nothin to do with the linkin park album...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES - I will provide nice cocktail recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like 3-4 bottle caps of malibu yummy in my tummy coconut rum&lt;br /&gt;( yes we lack instruments and measure using bottle caps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one handsome dollop of strawberry yogurt...(opt for low fat high in calcium girlies..its better for u(consider the irony @ this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like some amounts of OJ... me likes peel fresh(any fresher u gotta peel it urself..which ur welcome to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tip it all in a pretty pretty cup...and trust me the pretty glass makes the deal ohh soo sweet...still a little...i personally prefer using my glass mixer with a little doggie on top..soo cute right..but make do with what u got..spoons and chopsticks work as well. And VIOLA...creamy goodness that is scandalously fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I abso-freakin-lutely love how&lt;br /&gt;@7’ish: i start writing paper that’s due tmrw! yes yes i’m at 11th hour girl&lt;br /&gt;@8’ish: hari and gay call...taking turns..to make plans...&lt;br /&gt;@8’ish: i get bored of writing assignment...pack bag and leave house&lt;br /&gt;@9’ish: find myself bummin on gay’s floor...making conversation&lt;br /&gt;perfect ending getting home before 12!!!&lt;br /&gt;not so perfect ending..i almost finish writing by late into 1 am...hey i was interrupted by calls and company(much welcomed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a sweet ending(pun clearly intended..u'll catch this one if u frequent harry's) to our very 1st entry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here's my toast to more nights and days be it on roof-tops or in the rain..on the beach or on foreign soil..or simply just with ur feet on my bed's ceiling and ur backs on my bed...and def not forgetting ..the SHOPPING and cotton on noons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-bless lord for oatmeal milk sorry ros ur presences was dearly missed...by ur SISTERS(note plural). we will replay this with u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1646479216011642151-1776583914245442504?l=requestingrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1776583914245442504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1646479216011642151&amp;postID=1776583914245442504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1776583914245442504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1646479216011642151/posts/default/1776583914245442504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requestingrain.blogspot.com/2007/10/malibu-moments-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='malibu moments minutes to midnight'/><author><name>sheni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222089039154165539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
