<?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-5574193</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:29:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semi charmed kind of life</title><subtitle type='html'>blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-3817626847284381237</id><published>2010-05-22T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:05:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The network underlines a prejudice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3817626847284381237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3817626847284381237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/05/network-underlines-prejudice.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-5034087349665184787</id><published>2010-02-19T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:03:14.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self.no boy is worth my staying up for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/5034087349665184787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/5034087349665184787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-to-self.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-300950716629784771</id><published>2010-02-14T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:04:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunday night. finish up essay. finish monday morning.monday night. finish presentation. finish tuesday morning.tuesday noon. give presentation. came home and passed out. woke up late and talked to g till early hours.wednesday. movies with shez. bail on dinner plans with nad.thursday. dinner with nad. then off to g's for the first time.friday. wake up at g's. take the train into london. trip and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/300950716629784771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/300950716629784771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-3532816047551975102</id><published>2010-01-19T06:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:42:12.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yes.after spending the entire sunday beating myself up over saying we should just be "friends".. (cliche much?)he finally calls today. we pretend nothing's changed. so it's a good hour of the usual nonsense talk just like it was. and i'm honestly relieved that he decided to sweep whatever happened under the carpet.and then suddenly he goes "well we do have to talk about what happened last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3532816047551975102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3532816047551975102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-7052843953374926678</id><published>2010-01-17T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:19:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tried on my platform wedges.ie probably the highest heels i own.. (if you could call them heels.)and now my reaction is.. damn. i need something higher.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/7052843953374926678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/7052843953374926678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/01/tried-on-my-platform-wedges.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-2915654787316207672</id><published>2010-01-17T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:48:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY"you're too much of a good friend."why did i say that? what's wrong with me.you smell nice. i like the way you hold me. you're an amazing kisser.no.. i had to say it.you're too much of a good friend. f.and now he says he agrees.ARGH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/2915654787316207672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/2915654787316207672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-youre-too-much-of-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-1114421207503263459</id><published>2009-03-01T05:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:16:23.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What would your own album look like if you were in a band? Follow the directions below and find out...Here are the rules:1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random... Read More”or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:RandomThe first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/1114421207503263459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/1114421207503263459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-your-own-album-look-like-if.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-5668146782242189365</id><published>2009-03-01T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:01:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today.bro-in-law's birthday party. dad flew in for a conference so he managed to make it too.was contemplating showing up at the airport at 5.45am to pick him up. the only reason being so that it would be *me* and not my sister as the first face he sees / person he hugs when he arrives. sibling rivalry. she's 30. i'm 21. it's still going on.yep.so everything basically turned out the way i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/5668146782242189365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/5668146782242189365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-4557928854888297262</id><published>2009-01-13T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:35:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright.reading for epa is taking waay longer than i expected.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/4557928854888297262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/4557928854888297262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-3493373909479951030</id><published>2009-01-08T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:25:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right.so this should be the last post before i leave for the uk.aaah. had lunch/tea with gwen and pea. good times catching up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3493373909479951030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/3493373909479951030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2009/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-2412689929060052136</id><published>2008-12-25T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:12:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess who's back?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/2412689929060052136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/2412689929060052136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-whos-back.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-116405516464745607</id><published>2006-11-21T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:39:24.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should i be worried that so many people know so much about ib and i don't?ah well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/116405516464745607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/116405516464745607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-be-worried-that-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-116405507168064286</id><published>2006-11-21T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:37:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lunch at waggamama...was GOOOOD.10 quid though. plus half a dessert..but it was gooood.and i have no idea what is going on in world economy...or math..bah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/116405507168064286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/116405507168064286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/11/lunch-at-waggamama.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-115812303397114087</id><published>2006-09-13T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:50:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahem.just posts here are sparse and let's just face it.. i've probably lost that blogger touch of mine..i'm leaving tomorrow.so today will be my last proper day here.well here meaning singapore.i'll be at terminal 1 at changi at 9pm for all of you guys asking. i'll be at home packing for the rest of the day so you can always drop in for some breakfast and give me a hug before i leave.and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115812303397114087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115812303397114087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-115751659739397768</id><published>2006-09-06T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:23:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teaching at my old school was a totally weird experience..especially since i realise that some of the prc students are only like a year younger than me..highlights..i've never bothered to write "miss" in front of my name and stuff.. given my acne-fied cheeks people should assume i'm too young to be married.. so i usually just go as "ms" first day of school.. teaching a sec 2 class.. student #1: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751659739397768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751659739397768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/09/teaching-at-my-old-school-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-115751501749981163</id><published>2006-09-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:56:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gah so what have i been doing with the past 9 months of my life..hmm..i worked as ..a salesperson..a literature teacher..a history teacher..a mentor to like sec 5 kids..a house officer at the general surgery department at a hospital.. (well i masqueraded as a house officer..)and i worked at the vaccination clinic a bit too..hmm and spent lots of time in my room pondering what i should do with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751501749981163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751501749981163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/09/gah-so-what-have-i-been-doing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-115751467284708179</id><published>2006-09-06T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:51:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...i'm backafter like.. 10 months..i've had this blog for like 5 years.. why give it up?ugh.. it feels so weird to start blogging again..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751467284708179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/115751467284708179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113491901000029234</id><published>2005-12-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:16:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>idiocus stupidocus has been sighted again. i love that girl. she makes me laugh to bits.me: eh you called?is: yeah.(is and i continue to have another one of our nice long conversations..)is: i'm learning french.me: oh really?is: yeah. i know like.. ca va.me: oh. haha then what do you say back? ca va, right.is: no. you say, "ca va bien, merci."me: ok, then you're just more polite than i am.is: eh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113491901000029234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113491901000029234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/idiocus-stupidocus-has-been-sighted.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113457824307011486</id><published>2005-12-15T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:37:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out again with jeanne.mucked around city hall a bit.tried on this awesome pair of shoes. that were really high..the best part was the actually fit. and i got the saleslady to go on her knees to adjust the strap for me cause i didn't know how to do it myself.. so just sat there on the couch, nice and paris hilton-y while the nice lady arranged the straps for me.. and then for the other side, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113457824307011486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113457824307011486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-out-again-with-jeanne.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113439915864374432</id><published>2005-12-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:52:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* gross post. i'm warning you..*it's gross to puke so much that there's cereal and milk coming out of your nose..and then you try and wash it out, but you don't want to chose yourself and make it worse.and the entire time there's still partially digested cereal bits dried up in your nosehair.and no matter where you go, there still is a slight stench of puke.anyway, thank you jeanne and gwen for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113439915864374432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113439915864374432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/gross-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113422941829109418</id><published>2005-12-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:50:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>100 questions1. What is your name?anjali.2. What nicknames/screen names do you have?ilajna narepuk..3. How old are you?18.4. How long have you been online?for most of today.5. What is your favourite colour?don't really have just one.. but i do like purple a bit..6. What is the colour you normally use for fonts/text online?black/ maroon / brown7. Where are you from?er.. singapore? nationality wise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113422941829109418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113422941829109418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/100-questions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113419119620569377</id><published>2005-12-10T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:06:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey guys.my mom's school has adopted another school in some tsunami affected area.and they're collecting stuff.so if you guys have anything like old clothes or uniforms that can be given away, share the christmas cheer and give them to the less fortunate.if you could wash them then pass them to me one day that would be great.thanks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113419119620569377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113419119620569377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113413004351435686</id><published>2005-12-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:07:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll miss rj la.i can't bring myself to say otherwise.it's so weird that only when it starts to fit.. you come to a point where you have to say bye.the people.the campus.maybe even the teachers.have got to admit that there was a time when i believed the people telling me that rj was this place full of stuckup kids.. and sure there are some like that.and then there are some who are your friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113413004351435686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113413004351435686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-miss-rj-la.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113406622787729368</id><published>2005-12-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T02:23:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want this.weird and girly. i know.but something about it makes me like it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406622787729368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406622787729368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113406300117924930</id><published>2005-12-09T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:30:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Dark ChocolateYou live your life with intensity, always going full force.You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!What Kind of Chocolate Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406300117924930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406300117924930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-dark-chocolate-you-live-your.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113406216878144945</id><published>2005-12-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:16:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>siva's a j11.like my sis.and according to her he was horribly ugly.hmm actually i think he's quite cute.anyway it was likeme: eh. do you remember siva.. from your batch?sis: oh.. he's quite ugly. is he still?me: hmm.. no la.. maybe he just got better..sis: ..so what is he now, a musician?me: no la. he's a pe teacher in rj.sis: ... me: ya and he was listed in some most eligible bachelor thing..sis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406216878144945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406216878144945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/sivas-j11.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113406170867896788</id><published>2005-12-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:08:28.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gah. took me two hours to take off shoes; fend off mom's comments;laze on couch to get enough energy towalk into roomtake off dresstake off contacts (this look really long since my eyes were super dry)recovertake off makeup (this took too much time too)batheturn on the air conchangedraw the curtainssleep.and 6 hours later i see weeghee all bright and happy with his family..and give him a shout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406170867896788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406170867896788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113406132524192690</id><published>2005-12-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:02:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)You're logical, driven, and ruthless.You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.What Advanced Degree Should You Get?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406132524192690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113406132524192690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-should-get-jd-juris-doctor-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113388170604301545</id><published>2005-12-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:08:26.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 hours till prom.it's amazing how *not* excited i am.gah.2 years ago, i had my nails properly buffed and painted, my dress properly tailored, my jewellery carefully chosen and laid out.. the works.this time i didn't even bother buying a dress.and i have no plans for after prom. which is quite loser la.minzheng and ranon insist that i go clubbing with them..they refuse to believe that my prom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113388170604301545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113388170604301545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/20-hours-till-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113371585982463935</id><published>2005-12-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:04:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>batch party at chinablack.which i did not go for.well partly because my friends weren't going.and maybe cause my mom won't let me go either.maybe i would have argued with her if i was really interested in going.but then again i have nothing to wear.and no shoes either since they apparently have this totally unwarranted rule against flats.or was it heels.from what i heard from jeanne, ac's party </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371585982463935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371585982463935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/batch-party-at-chinablack.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113371531346671604</id><published>2005-12-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:55:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up today. and after lying in bed for a while, got up, had a bath, brushed my teeth and got changed into my sweats to go to the gym.and when i got up, both the elliptical machines were used by people.which is awfully weird since the gym's usually relatively empty.so nevermind. they came first.. let them use it.. whatever.the irritating thing is.. these old fitness junkie tai-tais (who the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371531346671604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371531346671604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/woke-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113371421086565971</id><published>2005-12-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:36:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monique Lhuillierspring summer 2005 yes. yes. i know i'm an entire season late..but hey this lady has a wicked sense of style.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371421086565971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113371421086565971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/monique-lhuillier-spring-summer-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362612482395061</id><published>2005-12-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:08:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September,Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious andorganized. Likes to point out people'smistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quietbut able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind andsympathetic. Concerned and detailed.Loyal. Doeswork well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinkinggenerous. Good memory. Clever andknowledgeable. Loves to look for information.Must control oneself when criticizing. Able </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362612482395061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362612482395061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/september-suave-and-compromising.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362588368264555</id><published>2005-12-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:04:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dollie dress, half feminine, half girly!  HOW WOULD YOUR  PROM DRESS LOOK LIKE? -11 different outcomes- brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362588368264555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362588368264555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/dollie-dress-half-feminine-half-girly.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362536406865250</id><published>2005-12-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:56:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now that dad's out of the country, it's just mom and i at home.when we're not at each other's throats we're both actually quite nice to each other.it's simple things like having dinner together jut now that makes me realize how much we're alike.udon noodles and squid.with like practically no salt..but somehow we both like it that way.and how i can get my extreme "stingyness" from her.like how i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362536406865250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362536406865250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-that-dads-out-of-country-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362458955735168</id><published>2005-12-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:43:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kayaking.and no, i didn't take the picture.i'm not *that* bad..[it was the guy who owned the boat shop.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362458955735168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362458955735168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/kayaking.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362240508789392</id><published>2005-12-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:08:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got a problem sleeping now.i'm somehow adjusted to 6am.so no matter how late i sleep.i have to get up at 6am.well that and partly because the al;arm clock is still on at 6, and i'm lazy to change it.and i can't even take long naps either. it's just a problem falling asleep.gah. and my feet look like they belong on a dinosaur.it's all dry and grey.. and the rough parts are brown..and my 2nd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362240508789392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113362240508789392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-got-problem-sleeping-now.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113362052228780342</id><published>2005-12-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:35:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's backtrack.dad left for another conference last night. but he's stopping over in london for a while to meet his mom and sisters.my mom hates it, obviously. that's why she didn't go along too.anyway he was going to visit gee so gee sends me an sms the day of his departure entitled URGENT.and tells me to find her longines watch and go to lee hwa to buy her a ring.which i actually don't mind </summary><link 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*want* to study.  but it's just a bit weird. no formulas in your head. and even if you wanted, there wuold be none that are useful.i guess that's good in a sense..more brainspace for the finer things in life.people's birthdays.. phone numbers and addresses,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361952828414831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361952828414831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/lots-of-free-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113361643678703775</id><published>2005-12-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:27:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Publishing in progress.Files published... 5%This may take a few minutes, if you have a large blog.gah. save me. blogger's irritating me cause it slowly goes up to 100% and then starts to zero again.yes i know it's "a large blog".but hey, aren't you happy it's back?and let's face it - you missed me too.it's been almost a year. wow.i guess i haven't blogged a lot of stuff.let's see what has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361643678703775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361643678703775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/publishing-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-113361556314044480</id><published>2005-12-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:12:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361556314044480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/113361556314044480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111374687530505421</id><published>2005-04-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:07:55.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>married life. hmph.watched that kate and leopold thing today.something about it. the whole romantic thing.the storyline sucks. kept wondering why the hell i was watching it.but it's the parts in between.. like how nice the guy is to her.. and stuff.and how cute meg ryan is.was aimlessly following my parents shopping today.well shopping for gee's wedding.oh which i am given an ugly expensive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111374687530505421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111374687530505421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/04/married-life.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111374595803678027</id><published>2005-04-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:52:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Global Personality Test Results    Stability (28%) low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. Orderliness (46%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun. Extraversion (70%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111374595803678027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111374595803678027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/04/global-personality-test-results.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111158365421639483</id><published>2005-03-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:14:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>commons are over.only thing worth mentioning was the invigilator that all the girls were looking at. and his twin.he took us for the econs paper. and i thought he was cute. and he kept smiling for some weird reason.ok. maybe that last sentence made him sound freaky.. but he wasn't. he was just this nice smiley guy. who kept smiling at pravin and zach cause they were his juniors.oh. and i asked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111158365421639483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111158365421639483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/03/commons-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111072413859697186</id><published>2005-03-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:28:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last week i turned up for class in board shorts.i'm 17 i should be allowed to wear stupid informal things.but showed up in class and the first thing one of my kids said was.."eh teacher.. why you dress like thaaat?" with this weird look on her face.hmph. it's just shorts. and not short shorts either.oh well.so i dressed up for them this week.and they said that i looked nice.the good thing with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111072413859697186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111072413859697186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-week-i-turned-up-for-class-in.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111071804886574923</id><published>2005-03-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:47:28.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how scary.just bumped in nina.she's doing law at melbourne uni.and i'm still stuck here wearing a pleated green skirt and track shoes.in my messed up room with parents entertaining in the living room.still don't know how to work the washing machine.or the dishwasher.or the surround sound dvd player.there's just too many speakers...and besides, i'm banned from using all of them anyway since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111071804886574923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111071804886574923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111038044283372686</id><published>2005-03-09T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:00:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from sheau yingDance the night away by karchan85NameWhat you Look likeThe MusicR&amp;BQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111038044283372686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111038044283372686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-this-from-sheau-ying-dance-night_09.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-111038040605005807</id><published>2005-03-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:00:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from sheau yingDance the night away by karchan85NameWhat you Look likeThe MusicR&amp;BQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111038040605005807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/111038040605005807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-this-from-sheau-ying-dance-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110899454358341014</id><published>2005-02-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:02:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Brain is 86.67% Female, 13.33% MaleYou have the brain of a girly girlWhich isn't a bad thing at allYou're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.You're a good friend and give great advice.What Gender Is Your Brain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899454358341014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899454358341014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-brain-is-86.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110899444816867234</id><published>2005-02-21T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:01:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic IntelligenceYou are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.You would make a fantastic poet, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899444816867234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899444816867234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-dominant-intelligence-is.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110899424505981742</id><published>2005-02-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:57:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Reverse PockyYour attitude: rebellious and cleverNon-conformist, but curiously a trendsetterWith you, up is down... and it's a wild ride!What Flavor Pocky Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899424505981742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110899424505981742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-are-reverse-pocky-your-attitude.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110890571378876016</id><published>2005-02-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:21:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's something weirdly calming of doing dishes at 3am in the morning.and cleaning up my room. and the likes.oh course, until wiring up the vacuum cleaner and then realising that i'd probably wake the whole country up.mom came in around 3 grumbled at me for keeping all the lights on. turned them off, including the bathroom light even though i was bathing.. oh well.damien rice's cannonball is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110890571378876016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110890571378876016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-something-weirdly-calming-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110830864724370433</id><published>2005-02-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:30:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I was a Rich GirlSee, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girlNo man could test me,impress me, my cash flow would never ever endCause I'd have all the money in the world,if I was a wealthy girlThink what that money could bringI'd buy everythingClean out Vivienne WestwoodIn my Galliano gownNo, wouldn't just have one hoodA Hollywood mansion if I couldPlease book me first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110830864724370433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110830864724370433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-i-was-rich-girl-see-id-have-all.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110830446845317295</id><published>2005-02-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:21:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm saw pug jelly again today.this time at cine.maybe we live near each other or something.sis left today.oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110830446845317295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110830446845317295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm-saw-pug-jelly-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110762467799932921</id><published>2005-02-06T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:31:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another dinner party today.suprisingly, doctors can be quite charismatic too.dad threw this going away party thing for his colleagues cause 2 of them were leaving for melbourne. and all the grown ups were squashed up in the dinner table and my dad's colleague came late. and he had already eaten. so he was just hanging around the bar talking to my mom.me: *walks past trying to not to spill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110762467799932921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110762467799932921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-dinner-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110758458656911366</id><published>2005-02-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T14:23:06.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes, i know i have a flabby butt.and the useless rj skirt does nothing to flatter it.especially when vid and yus seem to both have this new fetish for ass grabbing. mine's like a super huge target..but vid.. she actually squeezed my butt today during bio prac. while i was sitting next to her darling boyfriend.and she quietly creeps up and grabs it. and runs away with this cheeky grin on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110758458656911366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110758458656911366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes-i-know-i-have-flabby-butt.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110726915682938275</id><published>2005-02-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:45:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being in rj is something like being famous.whenever you screw up, the press has a field day blowing it up.no one cares if hougang jc does something. but if rj does it then it becomes super big news.hmph. get out of my hair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110726915682938275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110726915682938275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/02/being-in-rj-is-something-like-being.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110718623287254358</id><published>2005-01-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:43:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are the Girl Next Door!You're caring, warm, and the girl that nice guys want to marry.Uncomplicated and simple, you've got an easy going attitude guys love.But this doesn't mean you're dull - far from it!You're a great conversationalist, and you're an expert at living the good life.What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110718623287254358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110718623287254358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-girl-next-door-youre-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110718560239705232</id><published>2005-01-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:34:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i asked to be removed.it's not like i need this.but nooo.apparently i'm the popular choice.this sucks. it's disgustingly hard to keep smiling everyday.and try to meet everyone's requests.and keep the stupid cliques together.and yet not too far apart.and make sure everyone's in their happy little cliques.and still make sure that no feuding parties get stuck together.and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110718560239705232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110718560239705232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-asked-to-be-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110701730566454469</id><published>2005-01-30T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:48:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too lazy to blog so just let me copy this from mel.so anyways, anj WAITED for me for almost three whole hours so we could go get our eyebrows threaded at little india. her sister's coming back soon from london or someplace and she wants to pretty herself up, because in her words, her sister always looks "perfect". yup and after that we went to komala's again! hahah and I ordered the same thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701730566454469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701730566454469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-lazy-to-blog-so-just-let-me-copy.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110701809463807189</id><published>2005-01-30T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:19:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*msn convo where zheng is pissed off that i'm never free to go eat dinner with him.*desperate: everyone has a little dirty laundry. says:aiyah not my fault we're both busy right?Seii  says:no its your fault coz i am the free one u are the bz one  desperate: everyone has a little dirty laundry. says:eh karl owes me food  desperate: everyone has a little dirty laundry. says:maybe if he comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701809463807189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701809463807189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/msn-convo-where-zheng-is-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110701497348986593</id><published>2005-01-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:09:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>valentine's.. and no one.and it doesn't really help that i'm the only person in the whole universe who hasn't gone on a proper date.well there's zheng who keeps disturbing me to go out.. but we both know that he only wants me to go to the restaurant and pick out the nice food for him cause he can't differentiate focaccia and copietta.bleah. i've realized that only really free people get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701497348986593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110701497348986593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110658577754523524</id><published>2005-01-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T00:56:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nik and i saw pug jelly at the dhoby gaut mrt station.well 2/3 of pug jelly. the angmoh brothers and their friend. today was useless. the boys bully me.me: eh karl.. there's no chair here.karl: oh . then look around.me: .. you're sitting on two chairs karl..karl: too bad..me: ehh.. give me one..karl: go find another one.me: it's the same whether you sit on one or two.. kaaarl... it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110658577754523524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110658577754523524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/nik-and-i-saw-pug-jelly-at-dhoby-gaut.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110658402419630723</id><published>2005-01-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T00:27:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an old friend called me up today to watch desperate housewives.and we were talking during the show.then the stepford wife woman came out.."eh.. that's so you! the psycho.."hmph.but things have seriosuly changed.i mean, i was never a stepford wife..i am far from perfect, trust me.and my hair *never* stays in one place.and i'm much less control freakish now.way way less.to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110658402419630723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110658402419630723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/old-friend-called-me-up-today-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110649140322530615</id><published>2005-01-23T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:23:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eating tuna straight out of the tin is not that bad.neither is tuna with dark chocolate.hey, don't judge me until you've tried it.planning to be weird and call hongyan and tell her that i'm eating her extremely dark, extremely expensive chocolates with ntuc fairprice tuna.she'd probably kill me if she found out.that's why i like her dark chocolate. because it's *so* dark.. and *so* bitter.. and *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110649140322530615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110649140322530615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/eating-tuna-straight-out-of-tin-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110632972951256971</id><published>2005-01-22T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:48:49.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am 44% evil.&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110632972951256971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110632972951256971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-44-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110632285995047333</id><published>2005-01-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:54:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new layout yay.and new post in eons too.nothing much has changed.cleaned up room a little. that's all.i'm leaving a line after every sentence.ok. shall stop doing that.from now.crap.oh well.went to doro's house today under the pretence of studying. ended up helping her cook lunch and stuff for her potluck party. and looking at her photos. i like looking at photos. everyone looks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110632285995047333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110632285995047333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-layout-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110585216228829126</id><published>2005-01-16T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:09:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perfect.go *one* day without anti frizz..and the next morning, a sunday, nonetheless.. parents look at me and go.. "why is your hair so frizzy?!"yes. i know gee's hair all slick and straight and rebonded.but still..the only solace i have is that my hair is *way* less frizzy than what hers used to be. but this seriously shows how anti frizz serum is taking over my life. and of course</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110585216228829126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110585216228829126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110499420712101197</id><published>2005-01-06T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:50:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is me.hanging around "sars place".ie my dad's place.using his computer wasting time away.usually go late for appointments. this time i'm *real* early.so i'm here slacking in his office.the doctors are walking around centrifuging stuff. maybe i should go and disturb them until he comes back. the least they would do is pretend to be nice to their boss' daughter.he's still at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110499420712101197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110499420712101197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110442528785064098</id><published>2004-12-31T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:48:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey baby i hear the blues callingtossed salad and scarmbled eggs.and maybe i seem a bit confused.but hey i've got you pegged.but i don't know what to do with those tossed salad and scrambled eggs.they're calling again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110442528785064098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110442528785064098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-baby-i-hear-blues-calling-tossed.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110442413395191563</id><published>2004-12-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:28:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And finally, the silence, looking out, looking back across the sky trying to find a meaning, knowing that I just left it all behind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110442413395191563'/><link rel='self' 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it cause it was so huge and impersonal compared to the small run down place we had before. sure the campus sucked, but it was cozy. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110433590260801150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110433590260801150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/vid-says-that-if-you-look-back-on-year.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110416729379526011</id><published>2004-12-28T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:08:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new layout.29th layouts in 3 years.been blogging long.this one features led zeppelin.shan helped me out with a notebook. scrap magazine-y with her sketches.looks real pretty.it's now called my scratchbook.cause it's neither sketchy nor scrappy.and my handwriting is like chicken scratches anyway, so i guess it fits.class party tomorrow.zach's house.boys are going to try and dunk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110416729379526011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110416729379526011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout_28.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110415535224198974</id><published>2004-12-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:49:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the piano's going to become the new guitar.notice the whole shift..from like john mayer to jamie cullum?and like how keane doesnt even bother with a guitarist?and how all the soloists have stopped "playing" the guitar and are using the piano instead.like avril lavigne?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110415535224198974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110415535224198974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/pianos-going-to-become-new-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110415496661426145</id><published>2004-12-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:42:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things never go straight with the class boys.i'm half awake and i see a missed call from zheng.so i call him back.and the phone rings forever until this unidentified girl picks up, and passes the phone to him.and i hear him shouting at people from the background about oteam games.. until he finally comes to the phone..zheng: hello?me: eh.zheng: *sprouts something in japanese*me:.. it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110415496661426145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110415496661426145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-never-go-straight-with-class.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110364789265394917</id><published>2004-12-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:51:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 days of shopping.$600. of a credit card bill.that's not counting the miscellaneous things i buy with cash.i am so screwed when the bill reaches my parents.it's this whole splurge thing that i must really quit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110364789265394917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110364789265394917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/6-days-of-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110286466011766914</id><published>2004-12-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:17:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new layout.after wasting all this time on it, i've realized that i don't like it anymore.oh well.will change it again.when i get sick enough of this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110286466011766914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110286466011766914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110251991885735258</id><published>2004-12-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:31:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going through my closet today.to realize that i own 17 pairs of jeans.and after trying them on again, i can only fit into 2.so now i have 15 pairs of jeans. that are all too tight. *grumble*and since a diet's not going to really work..i've decided to give them all away.so i'm opening up my closet to everyone.msot of the jeans are new, since i'm the kind of person who buys something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110251991885735258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110251991885735258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/going-through-my-closet-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110251439369100725</id><published>2004-12-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:02:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont need to be anything otherThan a prison guard's sonI dont need to be anything otherThan a specialist's sonI dont have to be anyone otherThan the birth of two souls in onePart of where im going, is knowing where im coming fromI dont want to beAnything other than what I've been trying to be latelyAll I have to doIs think of me and I have peace of mindI'm tired of looking 'round </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110251439369100725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110251439369100725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-need-to-be-anything-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110234720034038069</id><published>2004-12-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:33:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new shoes.2005 nike air aims.never knew nike released their 2005 series before 2005.or that singapore would even have received that stock yet.they're actually quite ugly.wanted to just buy another pair of my old air maxs. especially since they looked so nice and new on the shelf..but no idiot would go to a shoe store and buy the exact same pair of shoes she's wearing right?even if it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110234720034038069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110234720034038069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110225653611152323</id><published>2004-12-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:22:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from suba.If  the population of the Earth was reduced to that of a small town with 100 people, it  would  look  something like this: 57 Asians       21 Europeans       14 Americans (northern and southern)       8 Africans       52 women       48 men       70 coloured-skins       30 caucasians       89 heterosexuals       11 homosexuals       6 people would own 59% of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110225653611152323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110225653611152323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/got-this-from-suba.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110217311734290754</id><published>2004-12-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:11:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the guy all the kids are crazy over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217311734290754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217311734290754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/guy-all-kids-are-crazy-over.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110217303444484765</id><published>2004-12-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:10:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ops room where we hold our meetings and stone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217303444484765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217303444484765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/ops-room-where-we-hold-our-meetings.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110217295442235997</id><published>2004-12-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:09:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vid's photography skills</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217295442235997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110217295442235997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/vids-photography-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110216852175036909</id><published>2004-12-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:21:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 days of camp, 946578 bags of luggage.packing the night before wasn't very successful.would look for a bag, roll it to my room, sit in front of the computer and chat for a while..go to the living room, look for the packing list, and come back to the computer for more wasting time.go to the cupboard to look for clothes,go to the washing area to look for clothes,and go to the ironing bag,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110216852175036909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110216852175036909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-days-of-camp-946578-bags-of-luggage.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110216847329072983</id><published>2004-12-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:17:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this was all i could get of pravin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110216847329072983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110216847329072983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-was-all-i-could-get-of-pravin_04.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110215058444643432</id><published>2004-12-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:08:06.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 3.who murdered mr robertson? day 3 was the proper day where we got to use the things we bought to create games for the underpriveleged kids.but thanks to sss dominic things screwed up again.had fun ganging up with anan to bully vid.and yong huay came over cause she was busking with karl later.and spent the time stoning around.since only 6 kids turned upthanks to sss dominic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215058444643432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215058444643432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-3.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110215053420926216</id><published>2004-12-04T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:46:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2ernie and his rubber ducky. anan reminds me of ernie. of some weirdo reason.and when we were playing this or that we just kept coming up with the same answers.same preferences.but he super owes me for giving him my sleeping bag and freezing my butt of for the night.hmph. boys. rather sleep on the concrete floor than share a sleeping bag with another guy.day 2 started with pt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215053420926216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215053420926216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-2-ernie-and-his-rubber-ducky.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110215045975417186</id><published>2004-12-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:39:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 1.3 days of camp, 946578 bags of luggage.packing the night before wasn't very successful.would look for a bag, roll it to my room, sit in front of the computer and chat for a while..go to the living room, look for the packing list, and come back to the computer for more wasting time.go to the cupboard to look for clothes,go to the washing area to look for clothes,and go to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215045975417186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110215045975417186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110175027936819124</id><published>2004-11-30T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:44:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost phone.yes. condolences are accepted.will post again when i come up with something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110175027936819124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110175027936819124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110157591839464557</id><published>2004-11-28T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T01:18:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of cutting winds. There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110157591839464557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110157591839464557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/walls-of-palace-were-of-driving-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110157561928057216</id><published>2004-11-28T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:34:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone please tell me why the *entire* cast of snow queen is stick thin..no flab anywhere. no baby fat. nothing. even the guys. all miranda like.and *everyone* can dance. they've either auditioned like crazy or practised really hard.i'm choosing the latter since people like jithra who've sat next to me for a year back in crescent and have never mentioned *anything* about drama are suddenly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110157561928057216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110157561928057216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/someone-please-tell-me-why-entire-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110156372152460357</id><published>2004-11-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T21:56:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are the StuffingYou're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110156372152460357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110156372152460357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-stuffing-youre-complicated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110155973636003876</id><published>2004-11-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T20:48:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new layout. don't have to double space anymore.watched snow queen today. quite good. knew a few of them there, so that was nice seeing them there. all girly.. in dresses..well cloaks. but they were flowy.ac boys are cute. but horribly superficial.oh well. win some, lose some.the drama boys were fun to watch. like monkeys. they behaved like them too. but is that the way all boys behave?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110155973636003876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110155973636003876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-layout_27.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110148433263056367</id><published>2004-11-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:52:12.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>youth for youth camp briefing today.horribly amusing.admin people have called themselves "gods".and there are 3 clans of students in each tribe. with 2 tribes.and i'm the tribe head. and they've given me the name of jazul.or jazoooooooool. amrita came up with the names and keeps staring at me for maligning them.so it's the same as the orientation thing with jazul and carvis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148433263056367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148433263056367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/youth-for-youth-camp-briefing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110148390395269605</id><published>2004-11-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:53:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i refuse to pay $16 for a haircut.which why i landed up in the student section of kimage with pea.and am now stuck with a new hairstyle.it isn't too bad.the volume's a change from the usual straight cut.and according to pea it makes me look more mature.which led to her being certain that i could walk into 7 eleven and buy her booze.it's really wavy at the bottom. and it's BIG.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148390395269605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148390395269605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-refuse-to-pay-16-for-haircut_26.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110148349070391850</id><published>2004-11-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:38:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*while we were going up the escalator..*pea: you were looking at the ac guy!me: hmm..?pea: YOU WERE LOOKING AT THE AC GUY.. don't lie.me: haha. ya. i was. so what?pea: not bad la.me: ya. us. single chicks. might as well look before we get caught right?and then we saw this other guy that i just *glanced* at. and she picked it up.after knowing me for 3 years, pea seems to read every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148349070391850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110148349070391850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/while-we-were-going-up-escalator.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110121794386343322</id><published>2004-11-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:52:23.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to visit mrs hariram today with anusha.kind of stupid for me to go back after 4 years and expect everything to be the same.like how i was at the bustop waiting for a frizzy haired bespectacled anusha with her head buried in a book...and found a tall lanky babe with rebonded hair, contact lenses.. and her head buried in a book.we're the same height now. well, me in my new white </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110121794386343322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110121794386343322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-to-visit-mrs-hariram-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110105467581974351</id><published>2004-11-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:31:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i now have 24 hour crushes.2 days ago, it was jay sean.it's super hard to find an *indian* guy that looks passable. and throw in the fact that he's an international singer. he just might be worth it. and he quit medical school to pursue rapping.lots of medical students are leaving to join show business. like the guy who played jim carrey's character in dumb and dumberer. and ben jelen. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110105467581974351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110105467581974351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilajnanarepuk.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-now-have-24-hour-crushes.html' title=''/><author><name>anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054029567125304306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574193.post-110105348656158062</id><published>2004-11-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:11:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every girl wants her fairytale.be it rapunzel's or aniston's.after being called "a good first wife" and then voted the most likely to marry rich and young.and the most likely to be a tai tai at the first class party at jo's house.and then the one most likely to bully her husband at the next..of course there's still the title of ms charisma 2003.but in comparison with all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110105348656158062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5574193/posts/default/110105348656158062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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