<?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-338253010113936501</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:37:14.347-07:00</updated><category term='Daily Blahs'/><category term='Gifting'/><category term='Selenger'/><category term='loving'/><category term='Confusion or Split?'/><category term='Unravel'/><category term='Vicarious Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Rant and Lament</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifting'/><title type='text'>Barbie is Love.</title><content type='html'>I WANT THIS!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;(http://daddytypes.com/2006/05/19/teaching_the_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;difference_between_good_taste_tastes_good.php)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-7295148462561048169?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/7295148462561048169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/04/barbie-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/7295148462561048169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/7295148462561048169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/04/barbie-is-love.html' title='Barbie is Love.'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-1666978489424005066</id><published>2010-03-13T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:16:28.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'>MA TIMILAI MAYA GARCHU</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dearest Mero Mayalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only you knew how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised, after you go home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to talk to about the simplest things in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you are the only one that can entertain me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to talk to about my downs in school or academic work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you are the only one that I confide in regarding school matters even before I started school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I therefore fear that I will collapse after every downs in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Kuldip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, therefore, I hope you'll pray for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to talk to about my confusion and worries about GC kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you are the only one that updates me and erases my doubts and confirms for me things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to call when I feel scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;only with you I feel protected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to call when I feel alone anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you are the only one whom I call upon when I feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then hearing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your voice &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;makes my world so filled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to call when I feel shitty about the simplest loserestest things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you are the only voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who can make me feel much better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to eat dinner or to break fast with during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; besides my family members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you have been there for me for the past 2 Ramadhans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then you will wait to eat with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you will sacrifice by finding halal places for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks dear, I really appreciate i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no one to go out with after tuition days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since I often call you after tuition to go out with, to eat with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore I don't look forward to going GC anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret coming late whenever we date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because then I will have more time to spend with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;longer time to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret making you angry on 2 occasions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since if you were not angry with me I would not have wasted a month without you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret to a certain extent going on holidays while you're in Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since if I did not go then I will have 3 months extra with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but dear forgive me I did enjoy myself during half of the 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nevertheless I missed you during the second half of each trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I remember you missed me much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;while I was in Philippines, Moscow and Laos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only if you knew how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I longed to be with you overseas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret not driving you around much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not able to most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for if I did have the chances now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we would have spent more time together rather than travelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I feel bad since you have always wanted me to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;drive us around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;you were the one who encouraged and supported me non-stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; while I was learning driving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret staying in hall sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since you had to come all the way to meet me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again in hall is the only place we could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spend some time alone together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you sacrificed by coming all the way to jurong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Thanks baby, I appreciate it alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;your presence in my hall every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; makes me stress-free and loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides my family's presence of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's much to say to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can't bring myself to say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I love you Kuldip, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I will try my best not to cry every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I know deep down you are pained by it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;since I caught a glimpse of your grimace on 11th March 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while I cried ceaselessly unintentionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you smiled so that I would not see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sincerely Yours Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tapaai Houri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-1666978489424005066?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/1666978489424005066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-timilai-maya-garchu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/1666978489424005066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/1666978489424005066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-timilai-maya-garchu.html' title='MA TIMILAI MAYA GARCHU'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-3196189948639712902</id><published>2010-03-03T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:24:45.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unravel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Blahs'/><title type='text'>Caught-Up (not catch-up)</title><content type='html'>Cadet's Name: Coffee Milk Tea&lt;br /&gt;Platoon Name: Tay Huggers&lt;br /&gt;Commander I/C: ARH&lt;br /&gt;Fellow mates: Purple Ring &amp;amp; Focused Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Secret Hide-Outs #1, #2, #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#1: same with Haf &amp;amp; Ash (Hint: 4dols not 6dols)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#2: one of my favourite nationality places, mero mayalu peaceful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;#3: sea-breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought it was all over...here we are still talking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-3196189948639712902?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/3196189948639712902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/03/caught-up-not-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/3196189948639712902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/3196189948639712902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/03/caught-up-not-catch-up.html' title='Caught-Up (not catch-up)'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-6180740071340690610</id><published>2010-02-19T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:24:22.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unravel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Blahs'/><title type='text'>Trapped At Home</title><content type='html'>For four freaking days I was trapped at home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because of diorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wanted to shop but all shops closed. Wanted to eat but all shops closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so deprived.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 22 years, it has been like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Menyampah aku dengan diorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Percy Jackson with sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( God knows why diertu said it was boring. Maybe he has been weirdenized by prasantanjubs )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I'm so eager to go Gbul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAIZ but tight budget yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-6180740071340690610?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/6180740071340690610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/02/trapped-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/6180740071340690610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/6180740071340690610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/02/trapped-at-home.html' title='Trapped At Home'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-7522748799811062145</id><published>2010-01-27T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:04:30.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unravel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Blahs'/><title type='text'>Testing Your Driving Conscience</title><content type='html'>I wonder sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or the other driver's fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end up being sulky at home.&lt;br /&gt;BAD bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...saw another...does not stop me from wanting 2B though...&lt;br /&gt;Traumatized to a certain extent? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For now and forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;having dents on the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; would be a sensitive issue for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that.&lt;br /&gt;I am still worried &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;about my sudden turns at City Hall, especially when I stopped just under the "Police Cameras in Operation" (or sth along the line) board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mero Mayalu&lt;/span&gt; has been testing me (: .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-7522748799811062145?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/7522748799811062145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/01/testing-your-driving-conscience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/7522748799811062145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/7522748799811062145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2010/01/testing-your-driving-conscience.html' title='Testing Your Driving Conscience'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-3129805219354864159</id><published>2009-04-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:56:34.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selenger'/><title type='text'>Shaker Mechanical Pencil</title><content type='html'>Great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout all this time that I have seen and touch a Shaker mechanical pencil, I only found out yesterday (11th April 2008) the significance of a Shaker. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thanks to Roshan Magar and Samiksha Gurung aka Sonika. &lt;/span&gt;*smacks forehead* I did not know that when u shake it, the lead can be ejected by itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Great thing(?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought two Pilot Shaker mechanical pencils, one black and one white, three years ago (i.e., 2006), only to start using the black one on the 11th April 2008, and a few hours of using it, I lost it. I lost it. I cried childishly because I was doing good deeds for others. Well that is a different story. And so, started to use the white one on the 12th April 2008. See how long it can stay with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-3129805219354864159?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/3129805219354864159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/04/shaker-mechanical-pencil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/3129805219354864159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/3129805219354864159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/04/shaker-mechanical-pencil.html' title='Shaker Mechanical Pencil'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-4058764559292816624</id><published>2009-03-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:53:40.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion or Split?'/><title type='text'>Birthday Bingung</title><content type='html'>Go, go, go, go&lt;div&gt;Go, go, go shawty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gon party like it's your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gon sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know we don't give a *u**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not your birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of having a birthday party for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any themes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-4058764559292816624?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/4058764559292816624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-bingung.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/4058764559292816624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/4058764559292816624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-bingung.html' title='Birthday Bingung'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-4926642826305680474</id><published>2009-03-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:06:11.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicarious Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Past Blog - Book Review on '1600 Perfect Score - The 7 Secrets of Acing the SAT' by Tom Fischgrund, Ph. D.</title><content type='html'>Another one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, July 23, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book has enlightened me about certain aspects of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The things that I list below serve as reminders for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. In filling up any Application Forms, have a change. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe you and not yada yada what you have been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Be LEADERS. Not followers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Curiosity does not always kill the cat. "Always searching. Always learning. This insatiable curiosity and engagement with the world... define ... students who aced..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next list is for myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "1600 students on average spend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 hours per week studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 hours a week studying, and 7 hours a week reading for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11 hours a week studying and 13 hours a week reading for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "I consume books. I read about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a book a week for pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read everything I'm assigned for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- plus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;extra material that the teacher recommends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I usually don't bother with best-sellers. I prefer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;science fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well as the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favourite books is Joseph Heller's Catch-22"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "Intelligence without &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is meaningless. It is his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; combined with his intelligence that will make him successful"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-4926642826305680474?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/4926642826305680474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-blog-book-review-on-1600-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/4926642826305680474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/4926642826305680474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-blog-book-review-on-1600-perfect.html' title='Past Blog - Book Review on &apos;1600 Perfect Score - The 7 Secrets of Acing the SAT&apos; by Tom Fischgrund, Ph. D.'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-6159386653849171830</id><published>2009-03-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:52:59.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicarious Pleasure'/><title type='text'>Past Blog - Book Review on 'The Alchemist'</title><content type='html'>I have just deleted my another blog which was supposed to be solely on book reviews. Decided that they all are subsets of Rant and Lament. So might as well keep it to one right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, February 10, 2008&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tells us of a Spanish boy who crossed the pastures and deserts in search of his treasure. He believed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he believed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;signs from the gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he listened to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;faith in traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he learnt the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;languages of the different elements of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he knew about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;destinies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he believed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Soul of the World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and a lot more, that you and I and a lot of people in the world would not even have the time to stop amidst our busy lives and think just for a second "hey is there such a thing as..." Never. So this story has intrigued my inner me and believe me or not, I am influenced to a certain extent, especially the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; part. Basically that's the plot. Some might say boring though. Ouh, and it did end with a happy ending. A rather typical one. Not that I am cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, out of 5, I will give it 3. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not what enters men's mouth that's evil, it's what comes out of their mouths that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" A phrase quoted off from the book, alas, it was an opinion from the other alchemist, on drinking wine. Another nice phrase is, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Yes. Do not ask your friends on their significant others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338253010113936501-6159386653849171830?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/6159386653849171830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-february-10-2008-alchemist-tells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/6159386653849171830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/6159386653849171830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-february-10-2008-alchemist-tells.html' title='Past Blog - Book Review on &apos;The Alchemist&apos;'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-1569034750983865400</id><published>2009-01-27T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:01:51.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'>Beyonce</title><content type='html'>I really love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;and her songs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not too sure if it is just me being biased either about her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;killer curvaceous body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is very superficial of me I admit, or her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful calming soothing resonance full round all-so-melodic voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;diva-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; status or even her relationship with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is just that she is one of the many artistes whose life I can somehow relate to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, every song that she sings, it really speaks much of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;woman's great love towards her man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangerously In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Naughty Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flaws and All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Still In Love (Kissing You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; original by Des'Ree OST R&amp;amp;J] and now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ouh man there are just too much emotions involved here. Every time she sings her songs, I can feel her sorrow and misery, that she is going through. So it is true as what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mother Teresa said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't think that I am somewhat obsessive or possessive for that matter, but just so divinely in love with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe it is just me and being so in love with the one man I love at that(or this) moment of time. As for now, very suitable for the literal purpose here and also the situation of him, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be 'morrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe there is not even a 'morrow for me or him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- I ain't never gonna shut you out (though you might be in Nepal) -&lt;/span&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/338253010113936501-1569034750983865400?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/1569034750983865400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/01/beyonce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/1569034750983865400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/1569034750983865400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/01/beyonce.html' title='Beyonce'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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-338253010113936501.post-5648183632297402345</id><published>2009-01-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:40:06.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifting'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Birthdays?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very subjective topic. Something that always makes me think twice (in fact many times), on many varied decisions. Some of them include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To give or not to give a present?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To give something cheap and crappy, or to give something extravagant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Must I celebrate with him*? Or for him*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Must I wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) How much was his* present for me the previous years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Does he* even deserve my kindness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you see, the list can pretty well go on and on, but the simple idea here is, my birthdays are not being celebrated by many, not being remembered by many and no one ever bothered about it, when my poor self actually take the pain to remember people's birthdays (may he* be a best friend, a good friend, an acquaintance, a classmate, a group mate, a random friend, a childhood friend, a new friend), take the pain to source out the best present that I could afford and think of, take the pain to prepare and wrap and present presents in the nicest form ever, take the pain to make sure that it is of an acceptable presentation and worth, take the pain to make sure that my present do not only seem to be of a materialistic value but also to make sure that the sentimental and personal touch to it can actually mask the obvious expenditure just so that the birthday person does not get worried about my spending (if he* actually realizes it though, which more often than not, no one realizes it as it can be seen from the crappy presents that I often get, even though it is rare that I get presents) and thus accept my present willingly and happily. Yup, all my efforts gone to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually try and do my very best to give presents that that particular person like. In my opinion, birthdays are special days, as how Liyana BAR puts it, "On birthdays, the birthday person needs to be treated like a princess or a prince, make him* feel special, make it a memorable day." Well, maybe she painted the picture too dreamlike. However, it is not impossible. Nevertheless, I have many other friends who, either has a one-sided dreamlike picture of their own birthdays where they want all cherry and merry for theirs but give a heck for anyone else's, or has a mutual perception of "could not be bothered" towards theirs' and others' birthdays. Unfortunately, I am one-sided, in that, I gave a damn about others but others do not give a damn about mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, perhaps for this year, maybe I should be less of a giving person, and be selfish and maybe even be so sore about it. I am sick of celebrating OTHERS' birthdays, I am sick of forking out money for OTHERS' birthdays, I am sick of having to save up and compromise on my own expenditure of wants and necessities just for OTHERS' birthdays, I am sick of remembering OTHERS' birthdays, I am sick of wasting my SMSes to wish OTHERS on their birthdays, I am sick of being disappointed on my birthdays to a certain by some ingrates out there, I am sick of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, so far, I am grateful and I thank God, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah &lt;/span&gt;(Praise to God)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;that my beloved family has not forgotten and of my birthdays, and that we celebrate all six of our birthdays every year, with extravagant and meaningful presents, with love and care and smiles and laughs. Also, not to forget my beloved Nenek, Acik and my Arwah (Late) Datuk who always call me every year without fail, as long as their age permit. At least, I have 7 OTHERS that I know for sure that I can count on, on my  birthdays, to feel special as how Liyana BAR says it. We always do our part to make each other's a superb one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you were to ask me either one of these questions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Are you getting him* any presents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) What are you going to buy for him*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Do you want to share with me for his* present?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Are you going to celebrate his* birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) What shall we plan for him*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Are you going to buy the present that he* wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Why don't you save up to buy him* a present?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my answer is either "No", "Nothing", "Not going to", do not be shocked as it will be a quite a shock for some as I have never been this heartless which I think it is time that I should be and please do not think that I am heartless for you should know what the OTHER(s) heartless souls out there have done to me (or have not done for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This harangue is dedicated to those that they know I have spent lots of effort and time on theirs but they have not done anything for me. At the end of this, I am a bit lost I must admit, because I am not too sure if I should be crying that all the past bad reminiscences are coming to me slowly or be smiling in vain that I have let it out and hopefully they read it? Why not you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be an open list of friends whom I remember giving me a present that is worthy enough to be called one or worthy enough to be treated as great present in my view, since you, especially my close friends, should know my likes and dislikes. Feel free to leave me a comment if I did not mention yours. Shall not state what my family gave to me, it will look very outstanding as compared to even those that are WOW! that are given by friends, I do not intend to state a benchmark here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Liyana BAR's gift of a jigsaw puzzle of a picture of me and her when we were on a school trip in KL, lying on the grass. Besides the fact that we look nice, it is meaningful and expensive and given at the right moment to bridge our gap and perhaps reconcile (perhaps reconcile is too strong a word, apologies for the lack of a better word Liyana) due to certain misfortunes happened that year (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Izyan's and Ruz's gift of a silver bracelet from Mintmark &amp;amp; Co. which is a nice present (and of course of an acceptable standard) because the bracelet does look sweet and something that I will be glad to wear out anytime anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(However, I am not a fan of silver or jewellery besides those gold ones that are inherited or given by family.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kuldip's surprise and early gift of my favourite white G-Shock Casio G306X-7A Watch. Something nice, something that I like, something that I want, something expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. MJC 05S304's gift of a surprise party and a cake that has Eeyore on it (some class history of course). I really thought it was just a class gathering after the split.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apologies for crap presents (feel free to leave comments if I did not mention your misfortunes):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Izyan's 2008 present. Sorry, it is kind of sloppy but it entails outings after outings and to somewhat an extent has a purpose which is to dress to the occasion and that you love the beach right? Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now.&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/338253010113936501-5648183632297402345?l=haranguing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/feeds/5648183632297402345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/5648183632297402345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338253010113936501/posts/default/5648183632297402345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haranguing.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12989984902812740998</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>
