<?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-20374279</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:21:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*...My Anatomy...*</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone Is A Critic... You're Not Mine!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-6420267166740552108</id><published>2008-08-25T19:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:55:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Medicine Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After my last entry, I've decided to share some videos which always brightens up my day whenever I'm feeling down. I keep these youtube videos in my favorites so that I can watch it over and over again. I hope these videos brightens up your day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby laughing at the Wii Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_mBLWpdwnI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one where a boy is concern about his bleeding baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blud… blud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ib0Tll3sGB0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3 year old telling her mum what she'll do if she sees a monster…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kick his ask!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2Ixt124AbM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still has frown on your face after all those videos? Watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laugh till he slaps his thigh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wIEihDAcpU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If none of these videos made you smile.... I'm sorry, you probably need therapy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-6420267166740552108?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6420267166740552108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=6420267166740552108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/6420267166740552108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/6420267166740552108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-medicine-ever.html' title='Best Medicine Ever!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-2280379994464231369</id><published>2008-08-12T22:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:42:39.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why.... So.... Serious?!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is everybody getting so uptight and lifeless these days? I do not understand... People always tell me that I'm being dramatic. Yes, I do agree that sometimes I can be over expressive. But what's wrong with that? I'm just using God's gift to human kind.... Expressions. I believe that we're &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; only 'creation' who could show emotions through expressions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who could say, "&lt;em&gt;I won a lottery&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;My pet died&lt;/em&gt;" with the same expression! It's true! You have to &lt;em&gt;pay&lt;/em&gt; to get an ounce of expression on their faces. It's not like I'm asking them to be Jim Carrey from 'The Mask', just try being Jim Carrey from 'Bruce Almighty'! How hard can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more irritating than to share a news with someone who doesn't give any form of reaction! It just pisses me off! And then, there are others who are even worst than the ones I've described earlier! Theses people have only one form of emotion...... Grief! Some of them even grow long fringe to cover half their faces, wear only black and cry for no good reason! Oh ya, they've even come up with a classification for being the nuisance that they are.... Emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is wrong with this people?! It's becoming a trend with a lot of teenagers.... Since when being emotionally distress became a fashion statement?! Not only do these people choose to live their lives in misery, they also suck the life out of people who cares about them! They should rather call themselves, &lt;em&gt;Dementors&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that life is too short to be an "emo" even for a day! We should all live every single day to the fullest.... for it might just be our last. If you can't be happy for some reason, just do not drag others into your "world". Negativity is very contagious! You, complaining about something only makes others complain about something else... Then, it snowballs! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world needs more Jokers than Batman's'..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why.... So..... Serious&lt;/em&gt;?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-2280379994464231369?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2280379994464231369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=2280379994464231369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/2280379994464231369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/2280379994464231369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious.html' title='&quot;Why.... So.... Serious?!&quot;'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-1679934025850817199</id><published>2008-08-03T22:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:08:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A'maze'ing Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that everybody knows that I'm back, I can start blogging again! Some of you knew about my return later than others. It's not that I didn't wanna tell, it's just that there wasn't any reason to publicize. Especially when things didn't go as well as I hoped it should have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what, I shall not whine about it... what's the point? It's not like it's gonna help me sleep peacefully tonight anyway. Haizzz.... If i get a dollar for every sigh i've made, I'll be a gazzillionaire!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.... Here's an update on me. Gonna work in a hotel industry till I finish my bond. Have to see if my ankle permits me to continue in this line. If not, I have to change my career path! Yaaaaa, I know I sound pessimistic. But when every turn I make brings me to a dead end, getting out of this maze isn't my biggest concern... surviving is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as greedy as to hope for the &lt;em&gt;maze&lt;/em&gt; to disappear, life would be too easy. I'm just looking for someone or something to guide me through.... Hmphh.... don't we all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-1679934025850817199?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1679934025850817199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=1679934025850817199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1679934025850817199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1679934025850817199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-that-everybody-knows-that-im-back-i.html' title='A&apos;maze&apos;ing Life!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-8148798940526854292</id><published>2008-02-01T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:47:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Property</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State of the art Induction Cooker used in my school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161972568305924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/R6MCs5ove4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TFsDWkFijCk/s400/P8070007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;More pictures in my Picture Blog... *&lt;a href="http://forbiddenpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;http://forbiddenpictures.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&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/20374279-8148798940526854292?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8148798940526854292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=8148798940526854292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8148798940526854292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8148798940526854292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-properties.html' title='School Property'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/R6MCs5ove4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TFsDWkFijCk/s72-c/P8070007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-8693173272437139946</id><published>2008-01-17T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:42:42.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a New Year... School's OVER! Time to Paaaar...ttty!!! Well, how I wish! One whole year I've been studying and working non-stop and when it's finally over, I've to worry about getting a job! I guess that's what everybody does when they finish their studies.... Job hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, (not to boast or anything. but) it's not that hard to get a job in a restaurant or a hotel. After all, it's a job where you're never paid enough for the amount and duration you work. So why do people study culinary you may wonder. Most of us have dreams of having our own business in this field one day. Others would just wanna become Sous Chefs in a restaurant or a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that difficult to climb the corporate ladder in this field. It's for people who do not wanna risk opening their own place. They just have to stick with one place for a few years and soon they could run it without forking out anything! Sous Chefs are paid good amount of money in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I do have dreams of opening a café or a diner. But not in the near future. I need experience.... Lots of it. My plan is to work in varies places to gain different experiences in the next few years. Even if I'm being paid peanuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could lose my soul to culinary once again, I need a break. That's what I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m doing now. Slacking at home, watching my favorite tv dramas online. Now, that might not sound like a party to you. But it's MY party... and nobody is invited! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: "For God's sake! Can somebody end the writers-strike already! I'm running out of things to watch!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-8693173272437139946?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8693173272437139946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=8693173272437139946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8693173272437139946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8693173272437139946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-party-time.html' title='It&apos;s Party Time!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-1681466265420038396</id><published>2007-10-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:09:05.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenir from Venice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Decided to post some pictures I took  quite some time ago. This is a picture of three masks, my friend, Qiu jie bought from Venice. One of them was for me. Could you guess which one? Clue... the most "Indian" one. (According to him!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of the outing we had, in my picture blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RxYXtSVbtAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/o0r_HZ8pGVo/s400/P7310017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307692963804162" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-1681466265420038396?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1681466265420038396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=1681466265420038396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1681466265420038396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1681466265420038396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/10/souvenir-from-venice.html' title='Souvenir from Venice!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RxYXtSVbtAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/o0r_HZ8pGVo/s72-c/P7310017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-1624797825961571740</id><published>2007-10-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:31:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Through Betty's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Brighter, Bolder, Bettyer&lt;/i&gt;" is what the new season of Ugly Betty is being described as... Another one of my favorite drama series is out, Ugly Betty season 2... Can't wait to catch this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, are the people who made this promo creative! The concept is basically to show that the world is better though Betty's eyes. The promo starts off with a bad weather where everyone's looking gloomy and feeling miserable. Then comes Betty and put on her glasses and everything changes. The world suddenly becomes brighter and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even used Mika's new single "&lt;i&gt;Big girl, you're beautiful&lt;/i&gt;" and changed it to "&lt;i&gt;Hey Betty, you're beautiful&lt;/i&gt;" just for this promo... Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qqb9uZFcBtE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qqb9uZFcBtE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody show me where i can get Betty's glasses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-1624797825961571740?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1624797825961571740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=1624797825961571740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1624797825961571740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1624797825961571740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/10/world-through-bettys-eyes.html' title='A World Through Betty&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-8200638497000634868</id><published>2007-09-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:37:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osso Bucco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Osso bucco (&lt;i&gt;You could find this dish in most of the fine-dining Italian restaurants&lt;/i&gt;) is a braised veal shank. It's origin is northern Italy. Traditionally, it's done without tomatoes. But now, tomatoes are being used to enhance the flavor. *&lt;i&gt;Gremolada&lt;/i&gt; is also a main ingredient for the dish. It is only sprinkled when served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can see that the **&lt;i&gt;Mirepoix&lt;/i&gt; is being sweat before adding it to the browned shanks. (Important note: &lt;i&gt;When ever there is mirepoix in a recipe, it has to be sauted before used. The flavor of the vegetables would only be released when it is sweat&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rvz-C9tKacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0HVbTWy-hfI/s400/P4170041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115242603663223234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the final product of Osso Bucco before sprinkled with *&lt;i&gt;Gremolada&lt;/i&gt;. Notice how short the shanks are. That's because traditionally the shanks are cut across the bone into slices about 3cm thick. Thus, there's not much bone marrow in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rvz-DNtKadI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xk26V8ts2Tc/s400/P4170067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115242607958190546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Gremolada&lt;/i&gt; – is a combination of lemon zest, garlic and parsley. A traditional accompaniment to  Osso Bucco.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;i&gt;Mirepoix&lt;/i&gt; – is a combination of Onions, Celery and Carrots.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-8200638497000634868?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8200638497000634868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=8200638497000634868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8200638497000634868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8200638497000634868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/09/osso-bucco.html' title='Osso Bucco'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rvz-C9tKacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0HVbTWy-hfI/s72-c/P4170041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-1681134869293723967</id><published>2007-09-17T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:32:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Sexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You Definitely (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;DESPERATELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;) need to watch this video! It's the season 4 promo of Desperate Housewives! It's Vibrant, Juicy and not to mention...Sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You must have seen the last season finale to know what the promo is all about. If you've missed it, here's how the last season ended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eddie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; attempts suicide by hanging herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bree -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; returns from her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Holiday" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in Switzerland, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pregnant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Susan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; marries Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lynette -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; discovers she has cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gabrielle -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; marries the governor or the mayor or someone like that... (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Regretting it later on the same day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now that you know how the previous season ended, here's the new season 4 promo... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Led2aa5383Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Led2aa5383Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wasn't it great?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eddie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; was hanging herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bree -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; was tucking in her "baby".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Susan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; was getting ready for her... her... honeymoon, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lynette -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; was trying on wigs coz she's gonna go bald soon due to cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gabby -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; was trying on jewelries (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;her new found wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;) but doesn't seem happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They all seem to be distracted by the car which comes into Wisteria Lane. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's a reason why they look shock. It has to do with someone in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;) So they come together to investigate... Such a great concept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh! One more thing, the song was by Jennifer Lopez, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mile in theses shoes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. It's from her new album, which by the way is not out yet... You got to agree that she sounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; good! It really gives the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Uhmp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to the video...  Can't wait for the season debut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-1681134869293723967?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1681134869293723967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=1681134869293723967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1681134869293723967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1681134869293723967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/09/desperately-sexy.html' title='Desperately Sexy!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-1463306432058813750</id><published>2007-09-07T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:49:47.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille, The Cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For those who are interested about the dish, &lt;i&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/i&gt;, here's a small information about it... &lt;i&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/i&gt; is a traditional French stew vegetable dish. It was actually a poor peasant's food. I guess the French peasants mixed all their left-overs and then gave it a name! Kinda like our Rojak... A very expensive Rojak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ingredients for making &lt;i&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RuFqyjwTi9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5nK9VD6GkDs/s400/439271905_8d1ba1ed34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107480869238705106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dish consists of onions, green and red pepper, zucchini, tomatoes and garlic. Now, they even include eggplants. For a good&lt;i&gt; Ratatouille&lt;/i&gt;, most of the ingredients are cooked separately and then tossed at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how the end product looks like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RuFrEDwTi-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/QLZYd3E6j7o/s400/473692982_f8e3b59698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107481169886415842" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-1463306432058813750?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1463306432058813750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=1463306432058813750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1463306432058813750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/1463306432058813750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille-food.html' title='Ratatouille, The Cuisine'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RuFqyjwTi9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5nK9VD6GkDs/s72-c/439271905_8d1ba1ed34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-6955901117297778588</id><published>2007-08-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:30:53.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille, The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the movie, Ratatouille came out, I couldn't wait to see it. I also felt that all those who were aspiring to be a chef needed to see it too... I mean, since the movie is about a rat hoping to become a chef and all. It was kinda like us too... If you think that the rat went through hell, you'll be surprise to know that it's&lt;i&gt;  NOTHING&lt;/i&gt; compared to what some of us has to endure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RuFpHTwTi8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3vKf9mDl2ho/s400/542891580_dadcad1325_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107479026697735106" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a pleasant surprise when I got to know that my school was bringing us to watch Ratatouille! Even though we had to wear uniforms to the theatre, it wasn't that bad when we realized that we were watching it at Cathay Picturehouse, Dhoby Ghaut. (It's very near to my school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the entire theatre was booked for my school students alone. Furthermore, it was The Grand Cathay, Theatre 1. The theatre was huge! Only one-third of the theatre was occupied, even with the entire student population present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was good, as expected... Visuals were stunning... They even concentrated on small details in the kitchen… but the one thing which my classmate and I were commenting about after the movie was, how the late restaurant owner, Gusteau, was relatively a humble and a nice guy... coz that's just&lt;i&gt; impossible&lt;/i&gt; in real life. Then again.... so is a &lt;i&gt;rat&lt;/i&gt; cooking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-6955901117297778588?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6955901117297778588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=6955901117297778588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/6955901117297778588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/6955901117297778588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille-movie.html' title='Ratatouille, The Movie'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RuFpHTwTi8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3vKf9mDl2ho/s72-c/542891580_dadcad1325_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-3847342893842066900</id><published>2007-07-17T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:26:31.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoyo Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A perfect example of a yoyo diet would be &lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt; diet. It's either this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rpuk5SkTFFI/AAAAAAAAADg/OLk9qXcAp28/s400/P5200418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087841508188689490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One wholemeal tuna sandwich, two wheat crackers and raisins with one liter water. Oh ya, the book is actually to distract me from realizing what im eating! The food goes down easily when i'm reading...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RpulLCkTFGI/AAAAAAAAADo/edvVxQvf3Gg/s400/P5280419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087841813131367522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicken lasagna with cheesy cream sauce accompanied by a fizzy drink.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RpuloykTFHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ff3yDD51jXM/s400/P5010254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087842324232475762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two turkey bacon burgers, coleslaw and lots  of fries from Swensons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RpumjSkTFKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mK-U52Az0P0/s400/P5010262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087843329254823074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waffles with two scoops of vanilla ice-cream topped with chocolate fudge and whip cream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RpumLykTFJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lDnn4agzG9I/s400/P5290437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087842925527897234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait, where did that come from?! That's not mine... Or is it? Sometime I don't know WHAT I'm consuming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course when I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RpunFikTFLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_SqQNbJoB3Y/s400/P4190134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087843917665342642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna try to describe what these are. It's a mouthful... literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz... I just can't put my finger into what is wrong with my diet... I don't seem to lose weight at all. Hmmm... maybe I should skip the tuna sandwich...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-3847342893842066900?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3847342893842066900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=3847342893842066900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/3847342893842066900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/3847342893842066900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoyo-diet.html' title='Yoyo Diet'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rpuk5SkTFFI/AAAAAAAAADg/OLk9qXcAp28/s72-c/P5200418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-4406811448368117703</id><published>2007-07-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:41:40.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just watched transformers today (by myself).... Decided to catch it after school... Received a lot of great comments about the movie from friends who have watched it already. Many wanted to watch it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the movie was not bad. Visual effects were awesome. But overall, I wasn't really blown away by it... Story was predictable. Kinda long too... Anyway, that's just my opinion... I have a particular taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a movie trailer which I wanted to share with you guys. It seemed like a 'Chronicles of Narnia' type of movie... Here's the trailer of 'Star Dust'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNaYYcvQrvk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNaYYcvQrvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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/20374279-4406811448368117703?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4406811448368117703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=4406811448368117703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/4406811448368117703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/4406811448368117703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-5731958530834723095</id><published>2007-06-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:04:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an 'IN' thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With Paris Hilton and Christopher Lee ending up in jail after drink-drinking, it seemed funny when I joked with my friends that it's an '&lt;i&gt;IN&lt;/i&gt;' thing now... Until I heard that &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; celebrity was in court yesterday facing similar charges! Isn't that freaky! (Just in case you don't know who Chri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;stopher lee is... He's Fann Wong's boyfriend. And if you don't know who Paris Hilton is.... Come out of your cave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the footsteps of those two, is Benedict Goh (Remember, the host for Pyramid Game). He's facing four charges. Two separate incidents for drink-driving and giving false information to a police officer that someone else was at the wheel of the car. If convicted of the false information charge, Goh could be jailed up to six months or fined up to $1,000, or both! For the drink-driving charges, he could be fined between $500 and $5,000, or jailed between three to six months and banned from driving for at least a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just proves that Miss Hilton &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a trend-setter... A trend which SHOULD NOT be followed!.... Unless you're a blond with tons of money which could last your dynasty or has an inexplicable power to get out of a 45 days prison sentence in just 3 days...  then by all means, go ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-5731958530834723095?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5731958530834723095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=5731958530834723095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/5731958530834723095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/5731958530834723095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-in-thing.html' title='It&apos;s an &apos;IN&apos; thing...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-176714114859511778</id><published>2007-04-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:04:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Paid For Being Ignorant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;As the world was grieving for the death of 32 students in Virginia USA, I was probably having lamb shank in school... I first got to know about the news through tuesday's &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt; paper. To be frank, it didn't really affect me much... Probably because it happened in USA and not in Singapore (Touchwood!). It really didn't occur to me how serious it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my classmates and I were teasing a fellow classmate (who is also very quite and distance sometimes) that he might kill us all one day with his knife collection. He has enough knifes that he could use a different one for each of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I read yahoo news about the whole incident, I realized how severe the issue was... Let me summarize the news for those who are living in a cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho Seung-hui was a fourth-year English major at Virginia Tech. He was born in South Korea and migrated to States when he was 8 years old. Last Mon, April 16, he killed 32 people and injured 29 others before comitting suicide. There were actually two separate attacks, approximately two hours apart. The first attack was in a dorm near the campus where two people were shot. The second was in the campus where 30 others were shot to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the story doesn't end there... Two days ago, NBC received a delayed mail which was sent by Cho! NBC said that a time stamp on the package indicated that the material was mailed between the two attacks! Cho is believed to have made the first attack, went back to his place, mail the package and continued his second attack at the campus. And of course, finally killing himself! The package contained a 1,800 - word manifesto, pictures of himself, and 23 videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures he sent to the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQNv7NKI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZnBQzkZpt1M/s400/Cho1012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055532752850072738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQNv7NLI/AAAAAAAAACw/B9xya33ZLSw/s400/abc_cho5_070418_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055532752850072754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQNv7NMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/whXigs7UQCM/s400/abc_cho2_070418_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055532752850072770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQdv7NNI/AAAAAAAAADA/3vrbR6bTr5w/s400/abc_cho3_070418_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055532757145040082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQdv7NOI/AAAAAAAAADI/zTFUWtBQv5c/s400/ChoSh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055532757145040098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video he sent together with the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIECu5NuMW0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIECu5NuMW0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't listen to what he was saying, these are a few things he mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul and torched my conscience,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled, but no, I will no longer run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not for me… For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you f---ked. I did it for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today.... But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Mercedes wasn't enough, you brats… Your golden necklaces weren't enough you snobs. Your trust fund wasn't enough. Your vodka and cognac wasn't enough. All your debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfill your hedonistic needs. You had everything."....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he did was utterly despicable and there is no excuse for what he has done. But after reading and seeing the video, I just couldn't help feeling sorry for him.... and the victims. Was this situation avoidable? What could have made him do such a brutal thing? Didn't he think about his family or the families of the people he shot?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews from his teachers and fellow schoolmates shows that there were signs that he was mentally disturbed and there were possibilities for him to turn violent. So why were there no actions taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't prevent what you can't predict"... So I've heard!... That's just an excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CAN prevent what you can't predict! Just stop being self-centered.... Open your  eyes and observe the things happening around you... You might be able to stop a similar disaster... DON'T BE IGNORANT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-176714114859511778?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/176714114859511778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=176714114859511778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/176714114859511778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/176714114859511778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/04/price-for-being-ignorant.html' title='Price Paid For Being Ignorant!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RijcQNv7NKI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZnBQzkZpt1M/s72-c/Cho1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-8693084443035908781</id><published>2007-03-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:04:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over housewives, Betty is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm hooked.... once again! This time, it's because of Ugly Betty! I'm sure you'd all known her by now.... if not, please switch on your TV! She basically everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RgPfcBU8YkI/AAAAAAAAACU/oWkdaDeX25E/s400/250px-AmericaFerrera_UglyBetty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045121680070697538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty is shown on channel 5 on Sundays at 10pm... If you're not watching, you're missing on a great show! Of course being Singaporeans we could only catch it months after it's debut on September 28th 2006 in US, on ABC. Followed by 5th Jan in UK and 18th Feb in Australia... Now,  it's finally us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got introduced to Ugly Betty (not literally of course) when I watched Golden Globe Awards 2007. America Georgina Ferrera aka Ugly Betty was nominated for Best Performance by an Actress in a TV Series - Comedy or Musical (Basically, Best Actress in TV series!). She competed with my favourites, Marcia Cross and Ferlicity Huffman and guess what? She Won! I was shocked! Of course I didn't know who she was or what she has done.... And also lots of people were touched by her speech when she receievd her award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the clip of her speech from Golden Globe Awards 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wbJK6sI1hY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wbJK6sI1hY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, if she could outshine Marcia and Felicity, she must be &lt;i&gt;goooood&lt;/i&gt;. So being a TV freak that I am, I downloaded the series (Well, at least the episodes which has been broadcast already.) I was fascinated by the vibrant colours the series had. Reminded me of the time I first watched desperate housewives... Not to mention the variety of unique characters in the show – Adorable Betty, Self-centered Boss (Daniel), Sexy Mama (Betty's sister Hilda), Fashion Guru Villain (Wilhelmina), Bitchy Colleague (Amanda), Super Gay Colleague (Marc) and Mystery Villain whom they'll reveal in the later part of the show (You'll be shocked, I guarantee!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just so you think Ferrera might really be ugly in real life, she not! This is America Ferrera, at Golden Globe Awards 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RgPfbxU8YjI/AAAAAAAAACM/HDOYSHLdsr0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045121675775730226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she doesn't look that great does she... well blame it on the people who made that unflattering dress for her and her hair-stylist! She's only 23 and they made her look like she's 30 something! Anyway, I found a better picture of her... &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; she looks her age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RgPfcRU8YlI/AAAAAAAAACc/uk-GK4HUPcU/s400/gfr.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045121684365664850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ROCK Betty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-8693084443035908781?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8693084443035908781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=8693084443035908781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8693084443035908781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/8693084443035908781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/03/move-over-housewives-betty-is-here.html' title='Move over housewives, Betty is here!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RgPfcBU8YkI/AAAAAAAAACU/oWkdaDeX25E/s72-c/250px-AmericaFerrera_UglyBetty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-2430537180221773942</id><published>2007-03-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:38:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in a Culinarian's Life...                       (Frogs and Turtle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was the week we were suppose to visit wet markets to study on ingredients. My Chinese (China) Chef, Xihong was in charge of bringing us to Chinatown and Little India Market. The assignment of the day was to buy an ingredient which we have not tasted before and bring back to school to cook it. That would be our lunch for the day. (Usually lunch is cooked by a batch of juniors for the entire school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Little India market aka Tekka market... Tekka market is known for the butchers. People from all over Singapore come to tekka to purchase their poultries and red meat items... Even my school buys red meats from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the wet market, there was this strong stench of blood. (Even though the butchers were a distance away...) For the guys it was fine. But for Nadia, (my only female classmate) she couldn't take it. My Chef, asked her to breath through her mouth to avoid the smell. I know it sounds funny, but we couldn't just leave her. Breathing through her mouth wasn't helping as we came closer to the butchers. I remembered joking about how her mouth was gonna stink at the end of the trip!  Whahahahahahaha...... Sighhhh..... Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the trip quickly. One because Nadia was feeling uncomfortable, secondly most of the ingredients there, were common to us. Like the common meat and vegetables. Except for the spices. There were a variety of spices...  Soon we moved on to Chinatown market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown market was new to all of us. The ingredients were unusual and some were even bizarre! It was really amazing to hear about the herbs Chinese use for their dishes. There were different herbs used for different purposes. I really wonder how long this herbs and spices are gonna exist in this GNC world... where everything comes in pills nowadays. (Hhhmmm... Better not let my thoughts drift away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the eight of us were grouped in twos to buy the ingredient (which we should not have tasted before) to cook later in school. In case you're wondering how we were gonna cook something we've not tasted before... with our Chef's guidance of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck (my Pilipino classmate) and I were one team. As we were walking through the maze of ingredients, I was worried about what chuck would wanna buy. To be frank, I'm a person who tries to avoid risks and thinks a lot before deciding on something. Chuck on the other end, is an adventurous breed. He was starting to look at eels and sea cucumbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment I decided, for the good of my classmates and myself (Ok fine! For my own self-centered A$$ ) I had to persuade him to buy something safe and 'normal'. So I told him that since it was our lunch, we can't just buy one item. With $10 budget (given by the school) we should make full use it instead of buying some expensive, exotic ingredient. Then I brought him to the shop where they sold Taiwan sausages. (I wonder why they call it Taiwan sausages...) I knew he couldn't resist pork! I told him that we could buy sausages to make clay pot rice, as a main dish. And I was sure my other classmates would have chosen something which would make a side dish. Of course we had to lie that we've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; tasted Taiwan sausages before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our shopping we went to find the others. I couldn't wait to see what they bought. Boy, was I in shock when I saw what they were holding! One group was holding frogs and another had turtle! That wasn't the worst part! They were alive! Apparently, the guys asked the butcher not to fabricate the frog n the turtle because they wanted my chef to do it in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, hesitating to buy sea cucumber (which didn't even move even when it was alive!), my classmates from India &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to buy something which I would prefer to have as a pet, than on my plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a number of audience in the train. Not only because we were wearing Chef uniforms with name-tags on, but mainly because some of us were carrying bags which were moving vigorously without warning every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went very uncomfortably for me as my culinary lesson became a biology practical lesson! I shall not go into further details as it already feels noxious thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took videos and picture of the lesson. But i'm not sure how to upload the videos. So here are some of the pictures taken from my classmate's camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in Little India Market... Huge isn't it!... Too bad you can't it eat anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rflgr3pJwZI/AAAAAAAAABk/WVbV1VK_QRo/s400/Image(073).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042167564605178258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before picture... Taken at the butcher shop in Chinatown Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RflhKXpJwaI/AAAAAAAAABs/rUD_4PSDzKg/s400/Image(087).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042168088591188386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picture...  This is how it looks after a frog is fabricated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RflhdXpJwbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Mobd6ao1rsA/s400/Image(078).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042168415008702898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate Vinod skinning one of the frog in school. I don't mind eating frog or a turtle, but to do what he's doing, it's deffinately out of the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rflkt3pJwdI/AAAAAAAAACE/wzTafG4WWuY/s400/Image(091).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042171997011427794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, for lunch we had claypot rice, deep fried frog, masala frog and turtle soup. I just ate the claypot rice of course....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-2430537180221773942?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2430537180221773942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=2430537180221773942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/2430537180221773942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/2430537180221773942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-in-culinarians-life-frogs-and.html' title='A Day in a Culinarian&apos;s Life...                       (Frogs and Turtle)'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/Rflgr3pJwZI/AAAAAAAAABk/WVbV1VK_QRo/s72-c/Image(073).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-5485747476065574039</id><published>2007-03-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:40:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Bree is better than no Bree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Housewives Season 3 is finally here!... In Singapore that is... DH fans out there who are not as fortunate as I am, had to wait so long for it to be telecasted on TV... Well, I'm happy for you guys. It's gonna be a great season!... Oh, except for one thing. Enjoy watching Marcia Cross in the first few episodes.... because they're gonna cut her in half!!!! (Lolz... I could just imagine all your expressions...). Now, calm down... She’s not gonna be cut 'literally', nor is her character. They're just gonna show half of her (Ya, you know, from her head to her chest... since she becomes pregnant n grew bigger half way through season 3...). But the funny thing is, no matter how hard they try to avoid shooting her tummy, a few instance, you could actually get a glimpse of it... Well, at least I did... Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Marcia before she was pregnant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036936585798750530" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RebLI1C0EUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PEcVvS4JjWQ/s400/marcia_cross2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can tell you not everyone looks &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; good in green... she's just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's when she was pregnant. In green again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036936585798750546" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RebLI1C0EVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gZ9M4ETT1Nc/s400/marcia_cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know she's big!... She carried twins, how else would she be... Anyway, moving on about the show... No matter which episode you miss, do not.... I repeat, Do Not miss Episode 7! It is one of my most favorite Episodes in DH Saga! I watched it several times!!! And just fyi, it's not because of Marcia, it's Felicity's &lt;em&gt;Spectacular&lt;/em&gt; acting. You just have to watch it to feel it.... So that's all for now... Happy Desperate Moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-5485747476065574039?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5485747476065574039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=5485747476065574039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/5485747476065574039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/5485747476065574039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/03/half-bree-is-better-than-no-bree.html' title='Half a Bree is better than no Bree!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MEdPUoHGnv0/RebLI1C0EUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PEcVvS4JjWQ/s72-c/marcia_cross2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-4236238464833704180</id><published>2007-03-01T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:39:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional Workaholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Just when you thought there's no such thing as a blue moon, I blogged... I know you wouldn't wanna hear me say, "I wasn't free... I don't even have time for myself... Yada, yada...". Even &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; tired of saying that to everyone... So now I'm gonna show you my schedule and let you see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, &lt;em&gt;9am to 10.30pm - Work (like mad!) with pathetic 45mins break!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, &lt;em&gt;9am to 10.30pm - Work (like crazy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, &lt;em&gt;9am to 10.30pm - Work (like a slave!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, &lt;em&gt;9am to 10.30pm - Work (like a freak!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8am to 3pm - School&lt;br /&gt;3pm to 9pm - Helping out my classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8am to 3pm - School&lt;br /&gt;3pm to 9pm - Helping out my classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday -&lt;em&gt;Off (Helping out classmates / helping out in housework)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my time-table for the past three months. Work has gulped up my social life Entirely! I've even worked on days like Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Year eve, New Year, Pongal (Indian Harvest Festival), recently Chinese New Year (&lt;em&gt;Ya my Stupid restaurant has to be open on Chinese New Year!) &lt;/em&gt;and most importantly, my Birthday! (&lt;em&gt;Yes, some of you forgot my birthday huh! I shall curse you guys for that on a separate entry...). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you've seen my weekly program, tell me, where am I suppose to squeeze blogging into?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Watz up with 'helping out classmates', you may wonder. Well, it's a long story (&lt;em&gt;Three months old to be precise&lt;/em&gt;). Anyway, longstoryshort - 7 foreign classmates came to Singapore. All needed help in some way. From finding an apartment, to help dealing with stress. Basically, I became their Nanny, Counselor, Property Agent, Personal Escort, Mobile Street Directory, Mobile Dictionary, Mobile Translator and did many other Social Services which I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not complaining about what I'm doing for them or have done for them. It's just that recently, I've realize that I tend to pamper my friends alot... Even when it's not necessary... I'd make sure they're comfortable and happy, especially when I'm around (&lt;em&gt;Please don't think I'm flattering myself… I'm no!...).&lt;/em&gt; What I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; realize was, I was actually spoiling them. Eventually, they started to depend on me on almost everything. (&lt;em&gt;I know some of you, my classmates, know my blog. And if you were to read this, no offence guys). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st quarter just finished this week. I knew I couldn't afford to keep this up. I was missing out on a lot of things. Like spending time with my family or having the 'Me' time I use to enjoy. So finally last week, I called my classmates together and told them how I felt. It was like breaking up... but with friends... 7 of them! I felt relieved after that. Not sure if they took me seriously though... Hopefully I won't get any favor requests from them next week... If I do, I'll just play the "Ignorant" card... Hmmm... let me see, do I actually possess that card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-4236238464833704180?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4236238464833704180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=4236238464833704180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/4236238464833704180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/4236238464833704180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/03/unintentional-workaholic.html' title='Unintentional Workaholic!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116913388713855029</id><published>2007-01-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:48:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Just Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is a soap opera! (Some of you guys would have heard me say before.) A soap opera I can't get out of... It's just full of drama... The moment I get rid of some painful moments and characters in my life, new ones manages to crawl in somehow... I'm just a 'pain magnet'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that I have to whine... Especially when I have not blogged for a long time. I know you guys are waiting for me to blog about my school. Firstly, let me apologize to you, my readers, for I abandoned my blog. I feel like an irresponsible pet owner... (Hhmm... that would make you guys my pets....Anyway,)  also like to apologize to my friends whom have been trying to contact me. I know I've not been able to call or reply to your smss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now, isn't exactly a stroll in the park... it's more like a roller coaster ride which doesn't end! It was exciting at first when I board the ride... But now, it's going so fast, I just can't take a break! It's even more agonizing with the people I'm having the ride with! I'm referring to some of my classmates, my school office personnel and my colleagues. I'll talk more about them in my future entries...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For now, let me summarize the things that have happened from the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I had to cut my hair. Not only was it because of the people in my school. It was also difficult for me to groom it everyday... (Haizz... I miss my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Got an attachment place in a Japanese restaurant... If you guys know me well, you should know how much I "loooove" Japanese cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I have only 8 students in my class including me... 1 Indonesian guy and a girl, 1 Pilipino guy and 4 India guys. Among these people, 4 of them are the ones I was whining about... you make a guess who I'm referring to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just synopsis... There is more drama to it... I'll try to update as much as I can... I'm also trying to get a digital camera so u guys could not only read about my tragedy, u could also enjoy seeing it! Till then, be patient....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before signing off, Thanks alot once again for tolerating my absence and visiting my blog regularly guys... Really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next visit... Toodles....&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/20374279-116913388713855029?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116913388713855029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116913388713855029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116913388713855029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116913388713855029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2007/01/lifes-just-crazy.html' title='Life&apos;s Just Crazy!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116437152210969547</id><published>2006-11-24T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:25:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuation from previous entry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;An advertisement you don't get to see everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUHCbLvRuKA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A very touching video I came across... This video is for those who have issues with the gay communities... A young boy singing about him and his gay fathers... Not an English song but with subtitles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qf0puHJ-KM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that sweet?! "Two real fathers...who, if they have to... both can be my mother...", a verse which gave me goosebumps... Hope that changes the view of some shallow-minded people out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another interesting video... Free Hug Campaign... An original intention of giving unconditional free hugs to whoever wants them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vL7Jo_1Z3Y8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has spread to countries like China, Italy, Argentina and many more... Some countries have even banned such campaigns... Let the love spread... Hugs to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Harry Potter parady... Guess who's staring as Hermione....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AkLm819O8g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lindsay Lohan! She just can't wait to grow up can she?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Came across the ever-popular 'Army Daze' in youtube... Got reminded of my own army days... Hopefully it brings pleasant memories to you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeAq8XeWoQo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goon ah! Goon ah! Good night, good night, good night... You think wat... shopping centre izit?!" LOLZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116437152210969547?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116437152210969547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116437152210969547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116437152210969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116437152210969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/11/continuation.html' title='Continuation...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116394327997006947</id><published>2006-11-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:00:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funs over! Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been 4 months since I've been slacking at home. Finally I'm going back to school. I've been warned by my ex-classmates (several times!) that I better spent more time with my family and friends because once I start schooling, I'd have no time for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still don't know what I'll be studying, I'm doing culinary studies at (at-sunrice academy). It's situated at fort canning centre up fort canning park... My course consist of three days in school and three days at work. That's 6 days a week! (Can you imagine?!) And my seventh day, off-day could be any day... which means I might be working on both weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also told that most of my classmates either spend their off-day studying for exams or doing projects! That's how bad it is. Furthermore, working in a restaurant isn't gonna be a pleasant experience too. One of my ex-classmate cried at his workplace due to stress. Another has lost so much weight when I met him recently. He said he's hands trembles when he eats dinner thinking about he's family in Brunei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's actually more horror stories I've heard from them. But I don't wish to make it look like I'm going to 'School of Doom'! Since nobody actually committed suicide, (touch-wood!) I believe I can survive. I guess I've to experience it myself to tell if it's really that bad... I really hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a premonition that I'll be MIA from my blog for awhile. So for those who devotedly visit my blog regularly, I'll try my best to update it often. Meanwhile do enjoy the videos I came across in youtube... Hopefully, it keeps you entertain till I'm back... Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I just had to begin with Marcia Cross... Marcia Cross as One of The World's Beautiful People (People Magazine)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5BnoV-U4Wk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Marcia Cross, modeling for wedding gowns... She's just Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ak38ID_t3js" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video takes awhile to load. But it's worth waiting... Marcia Cross's having twins! Interview with Ellen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EqNIXOSkhM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Red-Haired, snow white babies... Now that I got to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next favorite housewife, Felicity Huffman.... Oscar Moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1o_FV7WYK2Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transamerica was pure talent from Felicity... The movie was fine until she came naked! A scene which could have been avoided.... Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate housewives promo you wouldn't have seen in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhO3pwHFhR0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree sticking flowers in her bushes... That's so her... making everything look perfect... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity Huffman and Marcia Cross famous kissing scene to show support to gay, transsexuals and other communities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3CrQbM21_I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you would have seen this on TV. For those who have not, here's Oprah Winfrey in Desperate Housewives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8husrW4K1Sg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more videos in my next entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116394327997006947?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116394327997006947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116394327997006947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116394327997006947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116394327997006947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/11/funs-over-back-to-school.html' title='Funs over! Back to School...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116223435514390573</id><published>2006-11-04T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:09:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Puasa and The Day after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Hari raya, I managed to kick myself out of bed. I went out with the 'Predictable Bunch', Kumutha and Annisha. (No offence girls...) The reason I call them that is because, I almost always do the same things with them. Went to Orchard, ate at Sakura, walked around in Far East Plaza and went home... Heard it before? The same thing happened the last time. Wrote about it in my previous post... The only difference, previously it was Hari Raya Haji, this time it was Hari Raya Puasa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The food we ate at Sakura... (More pictures and details on my picture blog...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/DSC01010.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I decided to pamper myself on the things I liked to do... Firstly I went to the library, spent a couple of hours browsing... Finally, borrowed two books on Photoshop. 'Photoshop 7 for dummies' and 'Dynamic Photoshop'. Photoshop is the new addiction I got myself into, to replace the old one... Downloading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising around the library got me tired so I decided to do the next favorite thing - watching a movie by myself. My friend Ananth recommended the movie, &lt;em&gt;Death Note&lt;/em&gt; to me. I'm not a fan of Japanese movies. (Once again, no offence to anyone...) It's just that I never had a good experience with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I wanted to give up on Japanese movies, &lt;em&gt;Death Note&lt;/em&gt; changed everything. The movie was FASCINATING! Both the main characters, Light and L were very interesting. (I'm sure girls everywhere would be talking about those two...) Brilliant storyline with unpredictable twists. What more do you want in a movie?... And of course it has English subtitles. (Just in case if you're wondering...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the movie trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NmhxbLXQbg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, there's this Death God call Ryuk. He's the one who drops the death note on earth... He's an animation character in the movie. First expression would make you think he's scary. But actually he's quite pleasant... here's a clip of him from the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHgQ7wQTpyQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the movie is originated from a manga series (Japanese comic series). So there's a sequel to this movie. For those who can't wait to know what happens next, (like me...) read about it in wikipedia.com. Here's the website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116223435514390573?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116223435514390573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116223435514390573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116223435514390573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116223435514390573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya-puasa-and-day-after.html' title='Hari Raya Puasa and The Day after...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116223166767730254</id><published>2006-10-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:18:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinch on Christmas! (Deepavali)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been one week since Deepavali... It feels as though it never came... I wasn't in festive mood at all. The day of deepavali I was practically lying on my bed the whole day... I was only out of my room during breakfast, lunch and dinner... oh, and when I got blessings from my parents (that's when I get hong bao... it's a practice in my family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I broke the tradition by not inviting my childhood friends to my house... or anybody else for that matter. I just got sick of entertaining visitors year after year. (No offence guys...) Sometimes I just wish I could be invited to somebody's house for a change. I was so depressed that I lied to a few friends that I'd be in Malaysia just so that I wouldn't be questioned of why they were not invited... I felt like the Grinch on Christmas!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of me celebrating Deepavali in Malaysia was not entirely a lie. Plans were made to visit my grandparents in Malaysia on Deepavali. Due to outrageous rises in Bus fares in Malaysia, (from 40RM to 100+RM per person...) my parents decided to postpone the trip until the fare rate drops. Celebrating in Malaysia with my grandparents would have been exceptionally great. The disappointment was one of the reasons why I lose my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent one whole month wiping windows, fixing the curtains, fixing the lights, putting up decorations, helping out in baking cookies, sweeping and mopping the floor, making sure the house was all spin and span... and all these were just for a day just like any other... It makes me wonder if festivals are just for kids... no worries, no responsibilities... Those were the days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116223166767730254?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116223166767730254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116223166767730254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116223166767730254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116223166767730254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/grinch-on-christmas-deepavali.html' title='Grinch on Christmas! (Deepavali)'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116101558238001088</id><published>2006-10-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:03:22.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Desperately Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperate Housewives Season 3 was broadcasted in US on the 24th of Sept followed by Lost Season 3 on 4th Oct... I know what you guys must be thinking, by the time they show them in Singapore, it would be finishing in the US. I know, it sucks!... But guess who have seen it already?.... Hehehe... Hey come on, stop cursing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, instead of revealing about how the shows turn out, (trust me, I would love to brag about it!) I'm gonna control myself and save the pleasure for you to find out yourself. Either by downloading it, or waiting for it to be shown on tv eons later... But what I can say without going into much details is, Episode 1 of DH was disappointing but Episode 2 and 3 got it's rhythm back... As for LOST, Episode 1 gave a jaw-dropping twist which I haven't recover from!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some gossips I heard about DH. Firstly, MY beloved Marcia Cross got married. (For Marcia's fans, this must be old news.) But now, she's pregnant! Wonder how she's gonna be pregnant in the show...Hhmm... Secondly, there was a rumor that the narrator of the show, Brenda Strong aka Mary Alice was suppose to be replaced by Steven Culp aka Rex Van De Kamp (remember he's also dead...). Apparently, he would be giving his point of view about Wisteria Lane and the residents (Can you imagine how that would be like!) But not to worry, like I said, it's just a rumor... A bad one to be precise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to boost your interest... Get lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncmL1ITR01U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Desperate? I know I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzq3sMN6Tn8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Desperate enough? Here's some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WV06RcJNPQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't afford to miss these shows!!! Oh wait, actually you could. You're not as free as I am... I forgot....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116101558238001088?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116101558238001088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116101558238001088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116101558238001088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116101558238001088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-desperately-lost.html' title='I&apos;m Desperately Lost...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-116074394133772289</id><published>2006-10-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:32:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritants Stay Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the phrase, 'Please irritate me!' is engraved on my forehead... or maybe I have a super natural power to attract irritants to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, I bumped into a friend of mine whom I have not kept in touch with for almost a year. It wasn't because we were busy, I was just avoiding him... He was one of those people who can make you feel like you're worthless... He has this negative vibe around him which makes you feel super depress at the end of the day... So why do I still call him a friend, you may ask... The thing is, he doesn't realize he's like that... He's an unintentional sadist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I saw him, I was meeting another friend so I didn't have time to catch up with him... Few days later, I felt bad and decided to call him... God! How I wish somebody could have stopped me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was fine in the beginning... We were updating each other about the happenings in the last one year... The ratio of positive events happened from his life to mine was 50 : 1... I wasn't surprise because he always had it all... Then I started telling him about my current state. How I'm slacking and waiting for school to start... That's when he began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know since you're at home now, you should consider exercising every now and then...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback by his "&lt;em&gt;concern&lt;/em&gt;"... but I couldn't wait to tell him how I've been dieting and struggling with exercises just to lose that few pounds. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...at least try walking around your neighborhood... it would really help."&lt;/em&gt; he said, without even waiting for my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbstruck... I have been working my ass off and packing sandwiches during outings with my friends! And here comes Mr. &lt;em&gt;'I think you're fat and need to move your ass abit'&lt;/em&gt; advising me to do something about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do exercise..."&lt;/em&gt; I said timidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, how many sit-ups can you do?"&lt;/em&gt; he started interrogating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"err..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, how many sit-ups have you DONE before?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I swear I could have said something nasty... But I didn't, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not really a sit-up person... but I think I could do 30 proper ones."&lt;/em&gt; I answered frankly. Then I realized 30 wasn't even a number for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok why are you asking me all this?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked, before he could say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because when I saw you the other day, you were wearing this pink t-shirt..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait..."&lt;/em&gt; I interrupted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I wasn't wearing pink. I don't even have anything pink to wear. Are you sure you saw me in a pink t-shirt? I don't really wear t-shirts you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I knew exactly what I was wearing - a blue fossil t-shirt my friend Bala bought for me... What I was trying to do here was, saving some time before he could stab me once more with his razor-sharp words... Because I knew what he was about to say wasn't gonna be nice... And like I guessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whatever! The thing is when I saw you walking towards me, I couldn't help but to notice your bulging tummy from your t-shirt"&lt;/em&gt; he stabbed me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its either you were wearing a tight fitting t-shirt or you out-grew it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's why I felt that you needed to exercise....Hello? You there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya I'm here... I was just wondering.... you've seen me years ago right? I'm sure you must have noticed that I've lost a few pounds?"&lt;/em&gt; I had to stand up for myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya you were in your fattest state... Now you're just fatter"&lt;/em&gt; he said, as a matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I knew I've lost the battle... I wasn't even fighting back in the first place. There was nothing I could say to help myself... I just had to surrender... The only way was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whaahahaha..."&lt;/em&gt; I responded, laughing... trying to be as natural as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was hoping that now would be a perfect time for his phone battery to die... or to have that annoying second line when I'm chatting with my friends... was hoping something could happen....Anything! Then I realized miracles don't happen that often... Not for me at least... So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey so sorry, my mum needs to use the phone... "&lt;/em&gt; I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh ok... talk to you another day... there's so much to catch up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya of course"&lt;/em&gt; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ya right!'&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I hung up on him, I just fell on my bed... felt like I was falling into a never-ending pit... It wasn't the conversation which was painful... It was how sincere his insults were... As I stared blankly at my ceiling, I was thinking... There are a few things you can't talk to a women about... like weight issues. It's just too sensitive... Why can't that apply to men? Don't we have feelings too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I told myself, I got to scrape the engravement off my forehead... or at least lose my super natural power... who says 'with great power comes great responsibilities'? with &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; great power, comes great pain in the A@$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-116074394133772289?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/116074394133772289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=116074394133772289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116074394133772289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/116074394133772289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/10/irritants-stay-away.html' title='Irritants Stay Away!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115954673747169962</id><published>2006-09-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:23:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Just Too Soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you guys ever had a 'secret' TV series to watch which not much people knew about?... Well I had one. It was so good that I wanted to tell everyone I knew about it... The only problem was, it was broadcasted on channel 5 at 2am in the morning! That was also one of the reasons why not much people knew about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first discovered the show, I was actually doing office duty in camp. It was my first time performing that duty. So being an obedient soldier that I am, &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, I stayed awake throughout the night... with the help of TV of course. I was really expecting some boring soap opera at 2am in the morning. Instead they were showing 'Tru Calling', a drama series I never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only catch half the episode that night. But I knew I had to buy the DVD of the whole season!... It was that good! Few months later, I got hold of season1 of 'Tru Calling'. It was one of the most captivating dramas I've ever watched. Besides the storyline, the main character, Eliza Dushku's performance was great! She has this charismatic personality and style; you would just fall in love with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Dushku's interview about the show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6Em4Ac1vmY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just adorable... Anyway, for those who were admiring her and not listening to the story, the story goes like this... Tru Davies, played by Eliza Dushku is a college student who graduates and ends up working in the city morgue. On her first day at work, a dead body wakes up and asks for her help. Then the day rewinds and she re-lives that day. She then has to save the person somehow and try to keep them alive... at least for that day... The following episodes are filled with suspense and twists... You would definitely get hooked by the first episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a promo of 'Tru Calling'...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hu7I-TUMSik" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got excited? Well I hate to spoil the moment but, FOX TV has ended the series with season 2! I was heartbroken when I got to know this. Only 6 episodes from season 2 were broadcasted in U.S. In Singapore , they stopped at season 1. I read about the reason why they cancelled the show in wikipedia.com. I didn't really understand what they were trying say, but I knew it was some crappy reason! For those who wanna read about it, here's the website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tru_Calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got even pissed off when I watched a new show called 'The Ghost Whisperer'... a replica of 'Tru Calling'. Can't believe they could actually make use of the ideas from 'Tru Calling'. Haizzz....Anyway, I guess all good things must come to an end... For Tru Calling, it was just too soon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S. For those who are interested to watch the show, you should know who to find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-115954673747169962?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115954673747169962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115954673747169962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115954673747169962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115954673747169962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-just-too-soon.html' title='It Was Just Too Soon....'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115893231104029541</id><published>2006-09-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:53:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumped Into Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;On Wednesday I was taking the lift to go down to my neighborhood park for my evening jog... I live on the 9th floor, so the lift I took was suppose to go down. Instead, it was going up. As it went pass 11th floor, I had this feeling that I'm gonna see someone I know... And I did. It was Kelvin, my campmate. Not many of my campmates know that both of us stay in same HDB flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw him through the lift doors even before it opened. So when the door opened, I was expecting a normal reaction. Definition of MY normal reaction would be - "&lt;em&gt;Hey, finally we bumped into each other&lt;/em&gt;..." or "&lt;em&gt;Hey, how have you been. Long time no see&lt;/em&gt;...". Well, at least that's what I would have said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction was entirely different from what I expected. When he saw me, he stood outside the lift about at least three seconds before he came in and laugh hysterically. And I mean 'laugh your head off' H.Y.S.T.E.R.I.C.A.L.L.Y! He looked at my hair, covered his eyes with his hands, bend slightly downwards and laughed like there was no tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pattern continued from 12th floor to 5th! Finally I said, "Nice seeing you too" which I don't think he heard because it was overpowered by his laughter... When he was able to control himself, he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What happened to your hair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nothing... I just curled my hair&lt;/em&gt;" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jogging&lt;/em&gt;" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;With that hair&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts laughing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I thought you were wearing something&lt;/em&gt;" he said, touching my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's mine&lt;/em&gt;" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now we were both out of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;How come you are not in camp?&lt;/em&gt;" I asked, trying to changing focus off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Clearing ORD leave&lt;/em&gt;" he said, with a huge smirk on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him a few questions about camp before we went apart. I may have made his day by giving him a good laugh, but he certainly did not make mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was jogging, I was constantly thinking about my hair... Recently, I did permanent curls on my hair... (What was I thinking....right?). Well I actually wanted locks, instead I got curls. That's what happens when your hair stylist don't speak English! And it's my first time doing something to my hair... What a impression I got from the experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my new hair do, I got both good comments and bad ones... Ok fine! About ten bad comments from ten different people and one good comment from my mum. (I'm not surprise, she paid for it!...). Personally, I don't mind my hair style now. But if I'm gonna be a laughing-stock, wherever I go, I guess I'd just have to do something about my hair... Now, the question is, to straighten or not to straighten... Hmmm....&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/20374279-115893231104029541?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115893231104029541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115893231104029541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115893231104029541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115893231104029541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/bumped-into-reality.html' title='Bumped Into Reality'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115769283936649310</id><published>2006-09-08T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:32:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentlly In LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy, am I in love! I recently saw a cover girl on a magazine and fell deep in love with her. I have come across so many cover girls before, actress, singers, models... But never have I stopped to look at them twice... This particular girl was so gorgeous; I couldn't get my eyes away from her! It was her first time appearing on a magazine... Something tells me it's not gonna be her last... Well I know you must be curious to know who I'm referring to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my heart-throb, Suri Cruise... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she divine?! Look at those eyes. Small eyes with HUGE iris (the black circle in the middle of the eyes). I guess she got her father's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suri Cruise with Mum, Kate Holmes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... Look at those eyes. I think I have a thing for big iris... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suri Cruise with Dad, Tom Cruise... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Family Picture... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe her first appearance to the world was through Vanity Fair Magazine! The October issue of Vanity Fair is in stores now. Ohhh she's so beautiful! Haizz... I guess I have to wait 18 more years before she turns major.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-115769283936649310?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115769283936649310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115769283936649310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115769283936649310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115769283936649310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/09/accidentlly-in-love.html' title='Accidentlly In LOVE!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115678876137646701</id><published>2006-08-29T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:15:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Were My Housewives?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were the desperate housewives?! Did anybody saw the desperate housewives in yesterday's Emmy awards show?... I woke up so early in the morning just to catch the emmys live and ended up being disappointed... They only showed two of the housewives, Eva Longoria and Felicity Huffman... But where were the rest? (Most importantly where was Marsha Cross?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anybody else noticed but there were so much more male artists than females present on the show... The opening was good, I have to agree.... But.....(Ok, I know u guys must be thinking I'm obsess over DH).... But the host, O'Brien actually appeared on the set of lost, the office, 24 (if I'm not wrong) and few other shows... but why didn't he appear on the set of desperate housewives?... It definitely would have been hilarious if they'd added DH too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those fellow DH 'fanatics' out there, I know how you feel. This year wasn't for the DH i guess... But to think about it, it wasn't a year for LOST either. They were not mentioned much at all (Who cares about them anyway huh...) So to please myself and others, I have posted the promo picture and video of the new DH Season 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember season1 promo picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/Jenniferdhbg1024x768.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And season 2 'Juicy' theme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/Filbert_Temptation1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting exclusive season 3 promo picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/400/dhseason302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left to Right- Nicollette Sheridan (As sexy as ever...), Teri Hatcher (I thought she was Lois Lane once, why is she posing like Superman....hmm..), Marcia Cross (Sexy Greek Goddess!), Felicity Huffman (Erm...watz up with the Jessica Simpson hair man?), Eva Longoria (Simply Gorgeous!). I wonder who's the guy in the washer. Could it be James Denton, aka Mike Delfino? But i thought he was hit by a car?...Haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the promo video of DH season 3... Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/POuLVy9_4hQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/POuLVy9_4hQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-115678876137646701?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115678876137646701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115678876137646701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115678876137646701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115678876137646701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-were-my-housewives.html' title='Where Were My Housewives?!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115643965628747311</id><published>2006-08-25T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:04:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size Does Matter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;How many of us have an overweight friend? I'm sure almost all of us do have or know someone who is. That cheerful, cute, cuddly, chubby person. (Wow that's like 4 Cs...Hmmm). But how many of us have told them that they're fat or at least agreed when they complained about their weight? Most of us would just say, "No lah, You look fine..." or "You are tall mah, so it's ok if you're big...". I know as a friend we wouldn't want to hurt their feelings. But are we really helping them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/320/m7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at this picture of a boy when he was 1 year old. What would you say about him? Probably the 4 Cs right?...ya I would too. But how long would you keep that up? Is it gonna be any help for this boy as he grows up? Well, look at him after 18 years &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/320/m9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes, that small kid was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/750/2040/1600/m3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; me and so is this picture of myself when I was 19years old. I was 120kg. I know for those who did not know me then, would be stun to see me like this... But what about those people who knew me from then? what were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody actually commented about my weight. Not my parents, not my friends. They all did not seem to mind how I looked. I really had great parents and friends. But I knew who I was and how I looked. It was really affecting me. So why didn't I do something about myself? Well, since nobody bothered about how I looked, I gave up on myself. I have always wondered, if my friends or family would have come to me and said I'm a fat a$%, would that have made a difference on me now? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dare say that I have been overweight my entire life! That's why it is so important for me to change my lifestyle now... I know there are some people who would still say that I'm fine the way I am now... but like I said, I know who I am and how I look... I really think we should tell the truth to the people we care about.... Even when the truth hurts! So the next time you see someone who is fat and you care about, just say he or she is FAT! You'll never know, it might help them in a long ran... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S. Do check out my picture blog for more childhood pictures of myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/20374279-115643965628747311?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115643965628747311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115643965628747311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115643965628747311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115643965628747311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/size-does-matter.html' title='Size Does Matter!!!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-115632565108081303</id><published>2006-08-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:07:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a new look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Phew....at last! It certainly took me awhile to figure out how to use yahoo geocities. After iwebmusic.com cocked up, I had to find another source. Thanks to qiuqie and guobin, I finally have a background music for my blog again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for my background display, I've decided to use repeated patterns.... It's best for people using both higher or lower display resolutions. I know the previous background did not turn out well for those using lower resolutions... Anyway, i'll be doing further touch-ups on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I have not been updating my blog for a few months... As much as I wanna say nothing much have been happening in my life, the truth is, I've been slacking.... Big time! It has been more than a month that I have completed my 3 month CSE Course (Certificate of Service and Culinary Course). I've been slacking since than....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I took a break from school so that I could accomplish a few things before I start school in November. Things like finishing my driving practical lessons, mastering a few dishes at home, and finally loosing the few pounds I DESPERATELY need to lose. But so far I'm only going for my driving lessons and cooking a few dishes twice or three times a week (I don't think that's enough). As for the part where I need to lose weight.... it aint happening... Somebody please help me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-115632565108081303?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/115632565108081303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=115632565108081303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115632565108081303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/115632565108081303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-with-new-look.html' title='Back with a new look!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-114952125945765162</id><published>2006-06-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:36:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still stuck in army!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exactly one month have passed since I started school... It has been very stressful, both studying and working at the same time... Haven't been spending much time with parents also... Never thought 'after-army life' would be so exhausting both mentally and physically... Come to think of it, I kinda miss army life (I know it sounds strange but I think I had more free time then, than now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like I'm still in army now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have to wear a uniform (it's a white chef uniform. During cooking, my shirt will somehow get dirty even when I wear an apron. And I have to wash it every single day! At least in camp I don't have to worry if my uniform gets dirty...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have to wear a name tag which states my name and country! (bcoz my school have international students, we all have to carry our country names along... now I have to take care of my pass just like when I was in camp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to wear formal black pants and safety shoes (that's right, the same safety shoes we have in camp! And wearing black pants sucks! It doesn't fit everyone... definitely not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to travel a long way and walk up fort canning hill every single day! (Trust me, its worst than walking to sungei gedong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to greet "good morning chef" every time we walk past a chef! (That includes ending all replies with a 'chef' at the end... e.g., "yes chef!"... Just like in camp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to shave every morning (at least in camp I can shave every three days...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the worst part, school hours is 8-5pm! (Everyday I've to wake up at 5.30. School starts at 8am. My part-time work starts at 5pm... By the time I reach home, it'll be about 11pm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are just the basic things... I'll blog about my classmates and teachers the next time i have the strength to on my computer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-114952125945765162?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114952125945765162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=114952125945765162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114952125945765162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114952125945765162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-still-stuck-in-army.html' title='I&apos;m still stuck in army!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-114760453662277550</id><published>2006-05-14T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:50:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey it's not my fault that I haven't been updating my blog ok....I have been really busy for the past one month... let me see, during this period my computer got crashed (I lost 40GB of data), i ORDed (I wanted to write about my experience but I guess every guy gets to ord one day...), bought Creative Vision M from yahoo auction for $450 (I felt happier than the day I orded!...Thanks Kenny!), went to visit my grandparents in Malaysia (a long bus trip to Ipoh at night with my Vision M....Haizzz...Heaven!) and most importantly started school (it was a short notice for me, but I guess its better to start school early than to slack at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for those who don't know where im schooling, it's Sunrice Academy, Culinary School. Its at fort canning centre...I know by now half of you would be surprised. Well, this is not something I just jumped into. I took two years to think carefully before I took this path. I always loved cooking. Now my dream is to open a restaurant of my own...I know its easy to say than to be done, but im prepared to work for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Mother's Day!!!....So wat did u guys get for your mums?....Well I got a silk sari for my mum which cost $210! And for the first time, I bought my grandmother a sari too.... she was very happy about it.... I never knew a gift on a Mother's Day would make her so emotional...I guess in our busy lifestyle, we tend to forget the small things which brings joy to our lives... So even if you can't afford to buy your mum a gift or have a posh dinner, it's ok... Wish her and give her a hug, that would really melt her heart! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So before I sign off, I wish all Mothers out there a Very Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tenneva Jordan*&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20374279-114760453662277550?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114760453662277550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=114760453662277550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114760453662277550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114760453662277550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-114072089530329152</id><published>2006-02-24T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:05:45.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70kg Here I Come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70kg, is what I bet I would be at the end of March.... All for what u ask?.... A laptop bag!.... I totally fell in love with it when I saw it at sports connection (that's beside the point).... Its 24th feb already!.... I'm still stuck in 78kg! I still have a month to lose 8kg!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met my campmates for dinner at Jurong Point... We were eating at Mac Donalds.... Then the topic about our bet came up.... They seem confident that I would lose the bet.... I was confident too.... I told them I could do it! (While eating Chicken Fantastic meal with six piece Mac Nuggets!.... Well done Balan, how convincing!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start saving up for the 5 Swensen's desserts I have to buy for the guys if I lose....Can you believe it?....It's 5 guys against 1....me.... They all have to fork out 25 bucks each, (if I win that is...) while I have to come up with a freaking 100 bucks (if I lose).... Me and my big mouth!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhh come on, have some faith in yourself Balan!).... That's what I tell myself.... Im gonna do everything I can to win this... it's not for the bag alone, it's also for me.... Those who know me long know that I've been overweight for most of my life... I've always seemed happy with who I am... but I don't portray my emotions to the public (like Marsha Cross said in Desperate Housewives)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being overweight has always been a issue to me.... It has affected my confidence, abilities and personality greatly... I believe I could have achieved a lot more if I hadn't had this problem.... Now that im given a chance to change in my NS life, i ain't gonna miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know what, I think I've said enough... I'm gonna get some of my old pictures I've been hiding all this while... Pictures which are mentally depressing for me to look at.... I'm gonna use them as my inspiration!.... If I have the courage, I'll try posting it in my picture blog.... Wish me luck guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-114072089530329152?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114072089530329152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=114072089530329152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114072089530329152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114072089530329152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/70kg-here-i-come.html' title='70kg Here I Come....'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-114052793817092866</id><published>2006-02-21T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:38:35.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series Of Unfortuanate Event...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finally, I'm clearing my ORD leave!....Yeahhhh.... After a series of unfortunate events, I &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; deserve a long break.... My campmates would know what happened.... First I had a minor stomach flu - got admitted in medical center - dripped me for dehydration.... Then, I lost my pass holder.... Along with my 11b, camp pass and Isac card (card to access camp computers).... It's all worth $200!.... Guess what, it didn't end there.... Two days later, I lost my wallet!.... with 20bucks and my army concession card in it.... Had to make a police report.... (How is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; for a series of unfortunate events!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, you deserve it!" is what I expect from those who know how careless I could be.... That's exactly what my friend, Matthew said when I told him the newS.... And, I agreed.... Then I told him, "I also DO deserve to get it back".... That's how I felt.... And thank god, I got back my camp pass with all the cards in it.... (Can you imagine I almost paid $200 for three cards which I had to return to my camp in 2 more months when I ORD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get back my wallet. (Again I could hear "Serve you right!" from somewhere.... Hhhmm).... I don't mind losing the 20 bucks and a concession card.... But all my &lt;em&gt;neo prints&lt;/em&gt; taken with friends were all gone.... 'sob, sob!'... (Actually to think about it, it's only 4 &lt;em&gt;neo prints)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it would sound strange but just a week before I lost my wallet, I wanted to scan the &lt;em&gt;neo prints&lt;/em&gt; to keep it in my computer.... And I did!.... Coincidence?.... more like Eeeeerie.... So I decided to post it in my picture blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-114052793817092866?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/114052793817092866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=114052793817092866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114052793817092866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/114052793817092866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/02/series-of-unfortuanate-event.html' title='A Series Of Unfortuanate Event...'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-113871345751169146</id><published>2006-01-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:31:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm 22!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok it's about time I start updating my blog frequently...Many people have been asking me to do so (No time lahhh...). Anyway, I shall start with my birthday... I just turn 22 on the first day of Chinese New Year ~ 29/01/06 (Haizz getting old).... If you ask me, I would say it has been a wonderful 22 years..... Of course there has been both good and bad times....but if I were given a chance to change anything from my past, I wouldn't one to... Because the experience i've gone through, made me the person I am now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Basically, I'm very happy at this point of my life.... My mind have never been so clear of my future... I really owe a lot of people for that.... Especially my Parents.... I'm in debt to them for the rest of my life (I think every child is to their parents!).... And of course my friends..... I really thank God for giving me friends who helped making me a better person..... I just hope that I achieve all my goals by my next birthday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never look behind when you're ahead, never give up when you're behind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anonymous*&lt;/span&gt;&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/20374279-113871345751169146?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113871345751169146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=113871345751169146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113871345751169146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113871345751169146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-22.html' title='i&apos;m 22!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-113782410541052485</id><published>2006-01-21T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:40:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Haji Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here's my entry on my outing on Hari Raya Haji.... Annisha, Kumutha and myself met at Orchard mrt station (As usual the gals were late....haizzz). Earlier that day we decided to have pasta for lunch...... So Kumutha brought us to this restaurant in TAKA....But when we reach there, Annisha noticed that the restaurant food was not 'HALAL'..... So we had to find some other place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the girls wanted to buy some stuff at Far East Plaza, we decided to have lunch there....Of course we didn't have pasta....but the lunch was good.... After lunch, we went looking for a belt for Kumutha.... We spend at least 45mins looking for a belt in one shop!.... If I were to shop, I think it would have taken me longer..... Finally, she bought a metallic belt.... It was unique.... For spending so long in that shop, I'm glad she chose a good one..... Then we came across this bookshop..... And Kumutha HAD to buy a book (I think it's impossible for Kumutha to come out of a bookshop empty-handed!).... All the books in the store were reasonably cheap.... including the one she bought- 'The Animal Farm'. It only cost $4!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then it was Annisha's turn to shop... Oh ya I forgot.... Annisha bought a new handphone earlier, Sony Ericsson 750i. I'm not a big fan of Sony Ericsson, but that phone's camera quality was damn good!.... (Take a look at the pictures in my picture blog).... Anyway, she wanted to get a hand phone pouch.... So we headed out to 77th street.... There, she couldn't find what she was looking for... Instead, I bought myself some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to go Heerens to find her a handphone pouch. When we were outside Far East, there was a stall selling watches.... The watches were quite nice.... Since I didn't have a watch, i wanted get myself one.... Then the sales person said she'd give a cheaper price if we buy 2..... So Kumutha and I ended up buying 1 each... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Heerens it took us almost an hour to find Annisha her handphone pouch.... We were so tired walking up and down Heerens, that we decided to sit down somewhere to have a drink.... Outside Heerens there was NYDC.... There, we had our early dinner because i had to book in that night.... Dinner was soooo Sinful!!!....... Kumutha and I had pizza (Annisha couldn't eat because the place wasn't Halal.... We only got to know after we took our sit...). Annisha had coffee! (I still don't understand that girl!).... I ordered this chocolate drink called 'chocolate elephanchinno' which came in a HUGE mug.... i think 3 people could share it.... But guess what, i finished it all by myself! Later, we ordered desert for all 3 of us.... Cheese cake with ice cream, topped with hot chocolate syrup..... My goodness, it was heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing with the girls was a memorable one (Even when I broke my diet....big time!).... I have uploaded the pictures taken on that day in my picture blog.... Do take a look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-113782410541052485?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113782410541052485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=113782410541052485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113782410541052485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113782410541052485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/01/hari-raya-haji-outing.html' title='Hari Raya Haji Outing'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-113717368977143333</id><published>2006-01-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:26:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Running Out Of Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;Guess who's back....back again....(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;ok cut the crap Balan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;!)....Yaaaa I know I took awhile to update my blog....but you can't blame me you know....it's not as easy as i thought it would be...to update my blog regularly.....Especially when I'm spending most of my weekdays in camp.....and weekends, helping out with household chores or going out with friends.......Ok fine, I know those ARE excuses.....but sometimes, there are more important things to fulfill....As I grow older, I realize that the level of responsibilities rises in a surprisingly high rate.... Most people think turning 21 gives them freedom....In reality, I think its the other way round....There's hardly any time for myself nowadays....My family's expectations from me has risen from 3 to a 10!....it use to be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;Boyyyy, clean up your room before you go out ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;!......". Now its "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;Boyyyy, make Anney (Brother) sardine varuval before going to camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;....." See the difference....Of course I'd be whining about it (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;who wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;!)....But eventually, I know that I have to do it....I don't blame my mum for it......Its because now both my parents are working.....And mum's working environment is really stressful....Not to mention that she has to cook and do all the housework by herself when she comes back from work.....So I don't mind helping out at all when I'm home....its just that if I don't whine every time I'm given a chore, I'm afraid that they would depend a lot on me in future......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;Haizzz.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;color:#66ffff;" &gt;more excuses from me huh........I know.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;It not only my family's expectations, I also have expectations for myself! Yes....I have set certain tasks which I need to achieve within a period.....most of them, I want it done before I ORD.....So it IS stressful when I don't see much of a progress from me.....(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Don't worry I ain't gonna give excuses for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;....).....I guess I'm just not discipline enough....The most important tasks which I have set for myself are - losing weight, getting a driving license and getting loan for my further studies....All these, I need to achieve before 20th April....My ORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So as you can see, I'm running out of time.....I only have 96 days left!.....I'm just afraid that I might not be able to do all these things after I finish army....And of course there is also worries about my ankle, which have been aching for more then a year!....Doctors have said that there's nothing wrong with it.....But I, for certain know that there IS something very wrong about it!....If doctors can't help me, what more can I do?.....I guess I just need to learn to live with it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All these thoughts were giving me a headache......So I told myself, think about something positive....My ORD!.....But suddenly another worry hit me....Life after National Service...how am I gonna support myself....I wouldn't be getting the $370 anymore.......The worst thing is, I actually have to go through the agony of finding a temp job.....once again!....Aaaarrrrrghhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Ok I ain't gonna talk about my worries anymore....(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Be optimistic Balan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;....)....I shall talk about my outing with Annisha and Kumutha on Hari Raya Haji........Ok you know what, I'm sooo sleepy now, I don't think I can stand it anymore....I shall talk about the outing in my next entry.....it's 1.15am and I'm suppose to wake up at 5am to go to camp....I'm having duty the whole day today!......Can you believe it?!......It's Pongal and they are showing great shows on TV (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;especially my Sutha Ragunathan Katcheri in the morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;and ........I'M.........ON........DUTY!!!...... Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!.....Oh no!.....im whining again!.....Haiz.......HAPPY PONGAL EVERYONE! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Hmmm.....hopefully my mum keeps some pongal for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-113717368977143333?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113717368977143333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=113717368977143333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113717368977143333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113717368977143333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-running-out-of-time.html' title='I&apos;m Running Out Of Time!!!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-113613221423617545</id><published>2006-01-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:27:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! Shall we all say good bye to 2005 and welcome 2006 with optimistic hopes.....I wish I could say forget about the pain and sorrows many of you went through last year. But I know some of them have left wounds deep enough to last awhile. But going through obstacle IS life after all. Whatever it is, past is past. Lets all learn from the experience we had and try not to make any mistakes again. (&lt;em&gt;At least not the same ones&lt;/em&gt;!). So I hope that the New Year would bring us all Endless Joy, Good Health and Prosperity. To all Friends and Family, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Bill Vaughan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now for my New Year resolution....Wait before I go there, I wanna talk about some resolution I heard from friends....the most common one, "to fulfill my last year's resolution" I'm actually sick of hearing this from a lot of people! I really wonder if they had a resolution to start with in the first place....Second common one would be - to lose 'x' kg...Its also one of MY resolution (&lt;em&gt;I think it has been for the past 15 years!).&lt;/em&gt; But sometimes I see people who have no weight problems telling me that they are &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; and they need to lose a &lt;em&gt;lot of weight....&lt;/em&gt;especially when they can fit into a size 28! (&lt;em&gt;I'll be more then happy if I could fit into a size 30 ok!&lt;/em&gt;) Other times I hear 'chubby people' (&lt;em&gt;that's what I prefer to call them, since im also one of them&lt;/em&gt;) telling me the same thing-while eating a JUMBO size meal!....There are also people who mix up 'resolution' with 'wish'. To quit smoking is a resolution, to lose weight is a resolution, to start a new hobby is a resolution.... but to 'find' a new girlfriend....IS NOT A RESOLUTON FOR HEAVEN SAKE U @#&amp;amp;*%!!! (&lt;em&gt;Calm down Balan, No cursing is one of yr resolutions remember&lt;/em&gt;...) So a resolution to me is a &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt;, not a &lt;em&gt;WANT&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;heard this somewhere Kumutha&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Finally, my list of resolution for 2006....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lose enough weight to gain the confidence I never had....&lt;br /&gt;*Be the calm and optimistic person I use to be before I went to NS.&lt;br /&gt;*To stop cursing and do bad, bad things to people in my imaginations (&lt;em&gt;like Ally Mcbeal&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;*To spend more (&lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt;) time with parents.&lt;br /&gt;*To take care of my teeth (&lt;em&gt;the last time I went to a dentist was in secondary school&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And of course there's my wish list for 2006....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To get a driving license.&lt;br /&gt;*To have at least 5K in my bank savings at the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;*To start school and achieve what I always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;*To get a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;*To get a mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;*To grow my hair long again!&lt;br /&gt;*And of course to fit into a size 30 jeans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And many more I cannot think of at this moment....hopefully next year I would be able to say I've achieved all my resolutions and wishes i made this year....and I also wish all you guys that yr resolutions and wishes are fulfill this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! to a better year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self-assessment and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately reinforces humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eric Zorn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-113613221423617545?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113613221423617545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=113613221423617545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113613221423617545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113613221423617545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2006/01/brand-new-year.html' title='A Brand New Year!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374279.post-113604078018270956</id><published>2005-12-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:24:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Warning!!! Since its my first entry, its gonna be a super long one! And people who can't stand bad English, stop reading from here and click the 'x' icon on your top right hand corner of the window. But if you think your English isn't that good either, then you may continue reading....) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yahooooooo.....Finally I'm done with my blog!.....it took me ages to 'customize' it....Well I know its not as great as some of the blogs u would have come across. But it IS an achievement to me......It all started when I wanted to created my very own blog. Since I am an amateur to the world of 'HTML', I decided to look through books for help. Then I came across 'The Idiot's Guide to HTML' (ya I know what you're thinking....i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; an idiot.....in HTML that is!). Its really a great book for beginners. I learned the basic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; (that is what they call the codes) and started creating my blog. At first it was super irritating because it didn't turn out the way I wanted. Once, I even gave up! I told myself, "Just use the skin given in blogspot lah balan!....Don't be so choosy can or not!" But eventually when I got back to my blog, it looked very boring with the given skins. Again I started working with HTML. I got help from my campmate SQ. This time round, I saved the tags in notepad so that even when I screw up. I didn't have to start from scrap again. And it worked! Each time I accessorized my blog, I saved it. Then came another problem, choosing a wallpaper. Being a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;choosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; person I am. It took me months to decide on the back drop. Until recently I saw this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;chocolatety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; background. (People who know me well would know that I've a craving for chocolates and for cheese!) So chocolate became my background and cheesy yellow became my font colour for the title and for the tagboard ....Yummy! (All thanks to my dear friend Ah ling who gave me the idea). So 'Voila'! my very own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;customized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; BLOG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I would like to thank all those people who helped me achieve this great accomplishment (&lt;em&gt;I always wanted to say this&lt;/em&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;KUMUTHA -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For introducing the world of blogging to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;BALA -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For influencing me to start blogging. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Don't be too flattered, I didn't wanna have a blog until I read yours! I realize that I lead a more realistic life then u do. So why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SWEE LING aka VION -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For helping out in the colour scheme. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Chocolate and cheese, who ever would come out with such an combination huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;PAMIYA (akka) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For giving me the idea of blogging in Tamil! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes! I'll be blogging in Tamil too.....Long live Tamil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SQ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For helping me with the tagboard and introducing photobucket.com (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I know I don't have a tagboard yet....but it was a useful information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:yellow;"&gt;And finally not forgetting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FORBIDDEN BLOGGERS -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; For having useless blogs to "communicate" with each other EVEN when they communicate through MSN and phone. (I guess some people are just soooo desperate to tell others that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; have life.....Haizzz...Come on man, get a REAL life!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good! Now that I am finished with the acknowledgments, (yes acknowledgment!) I'll start with the prologue...ABOUT ME!!!.....Wait, I think my entry is longer then I expected. I'm also getting tired lah. Need to go camp already...I shall post about myself in my next entry. (Things u don't know about me!) So stay tuned!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20374279-113604078018270956?l=forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/113604078018270956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20374279&amp;postID=113604078018270956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113604078018270956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20374279/posts/default/113604078018270956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpensieve.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-very-own-blog.html' title='My Very Own Blog!!!'/><author><name>Balan Sundragie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337378910431872782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/wolverboy/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
