<?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-4606375684526722345</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:54:03.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'M' files</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5513065762742717635</id><published>2008-07-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:02:58.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just watched the movie... Its great! Thanks to Vishesh, but no thanks coz I really shouldn't be doing this to my future right now. I know I am going to regret every millisecond of it, but I still can't stop. I have NO ONE ELSE but MYSELF to blame. I suck!!! And let me encore that- I suck BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, after that self punishment sort of thing, moving on to the better parts- I have gotten a hang of Chemistry and I think I'll be through... Physics is going fine... I am not sure abut KI and Lit... And I am certain I am gonna screw up math. I have four set targets for the coming four days. Hope that Fantasy=Reality! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am NOT going to school tomorrow. Well, I don't see the point since I wont be attending the super important Maths refresher lecture where "they" will be "distributing" knowledge as I have this Top Secret thing. Also, Paper 1 physics mock exam was a pure wastage of time and I am sure Paper 2 wont be any better. So, heck with it man! I don't give a rat's ass about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lightenin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched The Dark Knight with Anuj... I think Heath Ledger deserves another life. I think it is one of the best movies I have ever seen and the way its breaking records like a "spontaneous radiation" (Sorry, I was studying Modern Physics today), I think it is one of the best movies ever made. It just shook me up inside and Heath Ledger is not my hero, he is my villain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Why so serious??? &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz the PRELIMS are in XI days! SOS please, someone help me! I have to ace these exams and disprove my "critics" or else... But more importantly, I have a lot to prove to myself. So, get it together, you can do better. I have found my motivation in the AC Dancers, so I am studying in school until late these days, and I have covered more than I did in the entire leap year! I have to keep emotions aside and escalate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I am acceleration, extreme speed, look like a Cadillac, sting like a bee! B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Up &amp;amp; fuelled for the last lap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Actually, the second last. Wait a minute. or was it third last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5513065762742717635?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5513065762742717635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5513065762742717635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5513065762742717635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5513065762742717635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/07/cars.html' title='CARS'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5766308315200410798</id><published>2008-07-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:10:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Does God exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he love us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he does, then why is there suffering in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't world the perfect place to live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he take away our loved ones from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all live without malice, without sadness, without disease, without death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God omnipotent and ever lasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He created us, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shouldn't he just create happiness, love and bliss for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, for those who are as nice as her? Shouldn't their lives be devoid of grief and pain, where hearts are devoid of hatred and any ill feelings, filled with joy and all other things nice and sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucky ripples' grandpa passed away last night, in spite of all the prayers, condolences and wishes... Lucky Ripples... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know what to say... Luckily, I have never suffered the loss of a loved one, and I don't want to... Really, I'd rather die before all my family and friends... But I guess one day, I will have to... Will I be able to handle it? Will I be as strong as her? At this moment, I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was the first time I ever saw a glint of sadness in her eyes, even though that perpetual smile was still present on her bubbly face... Even though you say so friend, I know you are not okay. But I hope you will be soon. Take care, friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could ask God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5766308315200410798?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5766308315200410798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5766308315200410798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5766308315200410798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5766308315200410798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/07/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8999833467576314754</id><published>2008-07-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:48:25.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month to Prelims!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AAAAAAAAA!!! I wanna die oreddy! Vishesh and Anuj are studying Econs with such fervour in my room and its killing me that I just cant get myself to even meet one of the targets that I artistically drew on the white board on my wall last night... SHOOT ME NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Haha, that line was by Raj... When he realized that he lives in the same apartment as Sarah Ann! Raj... He asked me to strip as Joanne's present at 'The Screening', which was a total blast... the setup... The food which was mostly Non-vegetarian but I am not complaining... "Who's got the most armpit hair?"game disguised as "The muscle-man game"... Tim serenading Miss Wong... Aretha's and Tajreen's stints... The cutting of the beautiful "baloney" cake... My striptease on Joe Cocker's sexy classic- "You can leave your hat on"... The screening itself in which we cheered like it was show night and the music was off during Happy Endings... The pack-up and all the camwhoring... The Debrief by Raj and then coming back with meowy michy! It was all just so fulfilling, like every other minute spent with he dancers- eating, studying, dancing... Doing what we do! I went on the first day to babysit the J1s, only to discover that they don't need it. They were quite like a family, effective and having a lot of fun, but I couldn't watch them learning our old warm up favorite- "Please Don't Stop the Music"! Sigh, it kills me to know that there is dance and I can't go... I miss AC Dance. A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I have been skipping school a lot. Like A LOT. Just realized that out of three weeks of school since it reopened, I have effectively taken leave for one week, being blue slipped for another! I mean I need to snap outta it and get down to studying. No more holidays until the Prelims now. Tomorrow I have this hostel concert which I wish Hermione comes to watch... And after that I am done with dancing, at least until As! I am started to get worried about my future now... At this rate, I won't even get into NUS with a scholarship and not knowing what I wanna do doesn't help! So, I have to start real fast and get back into form for studies. I am gonna pray today. Christian style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Please help me get my act together and give my best to meet my aspirations and my parents' and teachers' expectations of myself- so that I realize my true potential granted by you. I want to work hard for my future and do the best as I can academically and otherwise. I seek your hand in doing so. Please help me to remain focussed towards my goal and get motivated by my diligent friends as well as to inspire those who are complacent. All this I pray in your most holy name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And all that cal (inspired from 'A Clockwork Orange'). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whats it gonna be then, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start NOW. Ok, Vishesh's and Anuj's constant and devoted and deliberate studying is getting to my nerves now. Help me Bog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Humble and Faithful narrator&lt;br /&gt;Mohit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8999833467576314754?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8999833467576314754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8999833467576314754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8999833467576314754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8999833467576314754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-month-to-prelims.html' title='1 Month to Prelims!!!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-2463551979757495437</id><published>2008-06-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:31:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened. (inspired by "Arethea's" entry)</title><content type='html'>Back after a long lay off...&lt;br /&gt;Let me see- I have about 4 minutes to write this post "I am out of time, I only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes, yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find my old form back! And its hard... I dunno how I will fare for my Prelims that are less than 7 weeks away! Now I regret that I can't feel stressed...&lt;br /&gt;Being reading other people's blogs- Dancers, people back home, hostel mates, school mates, thespians and a lot of them are quite inspiring... Maintaining a blog wasn't such a bad decision after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University prospects are fading as time flies by! SAT scores weren't very encouraging either... I need to study, like I used to. And everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a friend, for the first time in my life I guess! At least now I know how it feels! Who am I kidding? I'd rather have her back than have this shitty experience... But I know that I am not wrong, except for that I am "very, very, very, very" egoistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block it!&lt;br /&gt;*TIME OVER*&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-2463551979757495437?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2463551979757495437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=2463551979757495437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2463551979757495437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2463551979757495437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-inspired-by-aretheas.html' title='What Happened. (inspired by &quot;Arethea&apos;s&quot; entry)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6439727404222361498</id><published>2008-06-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:13:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so badly missing my parents and my AC Dance family, at the same time... Busy writing my previous post when  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mrs. Rosalind Tan&lt;/span&gt; took us (Vishesh and Pooja too) out for lunch &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;@ NYDC&lt;/span&gt;... It was such a refuge from the horribly terrible hostel food and all the blues... And your conversations at dinner were most amazing Your Majesty! Haha, miss you Lian! :) But my "Smokey Mountain Memories" kept on chasing me at the restaurant as well when "Happy Endings" started playing and when we were talking about our supper &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;@ Swensens&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Interesting Fact #3- Swensens, apparently, is owned by the grandson &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Mrs. Lee Choon Guan&lt;/span&gt;, the great lady after whom our CPA theatre was christened... I wonder if that is the reason the dancers chose Swensens for after-show supper! :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, thank you Mrs. Tan for the great food, including all your love when you wanted to cure my throat and didn't allow me to have an NYDC Icecream! And thanks for all the cookies and the numerous stories and jokes you told us, even though Vishesh was bored to death, I was pretty much amused... Haha! "I know the tool, but I don't know the instrument"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Model&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Thank God &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt; asked me to model for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;National Museum of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, coz I got to spend some time with the dancers- Aretha, Ying, Beatrice, Kris, Kian Yong and Vanessa... And earned 50$ for just 5 hours! Hmm... Not bad, even though I didn't do it for money, unlike some people (Really bitchy!)... And the make-up artist and the hair stylist were making fun of my hair in Mandarin, and I spilled coffee on one of my favourite shirts, and I ate subway with Kris and Van after the modelling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I must admit Modelling is quite taxing and boring... We were all really exhausted after that... I wish for an AC Dance outing so much! Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Modelling again... This time it was only Me, Kris and Beatrice (who didn't turn up because of Mommy troubles!) and with some other people- the same two bouncy and naughty kids, two French interns Sebastian and Enma, a Caucasian PR Curtis, same old Grandpa, a Taiwanese girl and her Mom, and the same Crew of course... At the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Peranakan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Museum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the Passenger Service officer at City Hall told me it was at Armenian Street, I thought I had heard the name before, and discovered so in the map where I saw the museum was just besides &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Substation&lt;/span&gt;- where I had been audience to two ACsian Theatre plays. Anyways, today was even longer and more tiresome, boring and exhausting! But I made new friends (acquaintances rather) with the French, the china-doll looking girl (shit, I forgot her name... Something starting with C... Kris, if you are reading this please help)... And with Curtis and Danny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the highlight of the day- after much self-mortification, I finally decided to watch the movie with Kris and Van... But only after I had eaten the first foot-long subway of my life (Veggie patty)! And man, it was really more than filling! The movie turned out to be really worth the time, I was rolling in my chair with laughter and all three of us were hysterical even half an hour after the show ended! Van said Goodbye and so did me and Kris at the MRT station after devouring a Fried Mars Bars... After so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up to say Bye to Vishesh for his "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pandan Camp&lt;/span&gt;" which doesn't sound delicious to me at all... Then went back to sleep until it was time to go for De Wei's IS rehearsal... After so long again as De Wei said when I got there "Long time no see"... Was great seeing Drama Juniors and Dancers- Ying, Joan, Adele, Joanne, Shawn, Tim, Nick, Michelle, Esther, Natalie, Taj, Aretha, Edlyn, Kian Yong... The rehearsal was so and so... Only person seem to be really enjoying it was Ed- she's even more enthu than me, I swear! Joy and Rich were missing, and Ms. Wong came after a while... Comments by her mainly consisted of "me being in a bubble (her fav. line)" and "about how hers and Edlyn's body type are the same- boobs and butt" and about her "Marriage and kids plans"... A little me! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, after that I studied for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in these holidays with the dancers... And discovered that being around them is the only conducive environment for me to study in... So, I am going to go to Void Deck to study most of the next week! But alas, I couldn't talk to them about going to watch 'Sex and the City" with me and Joan... Had dinner with Esther and Michelle, and Vanessa and Kris (for the third time in a row! Hat-Trick!) @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt;, where I could finally use my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PPP Gift Voucher&lt;/span&gt; to pay off the GST and the service charge! :) Van was sad about her "boy" problems... I don't get it... Why do people have so many problems in relationships? I never had any problems! Maybe I will have the next time! That was all for the day- still did not eat an NYDC dessert! Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wasted half the day (more than that, actually) sleeping until 3:oo P.M. Only woke up coz I was too hungry to keep sleeping. And the first thing I did after bathing was cook and eat- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cheese sandwiches w Ice cream&lt;/span&gt; are not that good- for your mood, and your health! Anyway, was reading some random blogs until dinner (not that random actually, I really know these people)... Will write about it some other time, I am actually in a hurry to finish this post... which is getting long and boring! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt; again and "I was going blind due to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OVER EXPOSURE to PURE AWESOMENESS&lt;/span&gt;"... HAHAHAHA! And I also finally finished watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;, which was quite nice... Next is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sarkaar Raj&lt;/span&gt;, one of my rare Bollywood movies (it is rather promising!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Started with Chat with Joan past midnight, which went on to like 2:00 a.m. or something... Thanks for being there for me in my solitude Joan... I was really feeling lonely as there was no Vishesh and no Anuj! And I was sooo hungry I could have eaten my bedsheets! Anyways, I made a resolution to wake up for breakfast, do me laundry and then study all the way... No prizes for guessing that the resolution went down the drain... I sooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; myself. Actually, I need a stronger word than hate, you know? How about despise? Or disgust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also hate/despise/disgust myself because I forgot today was Father's Day, despite of all the claims of how much I love papa... I am such a hypocrite! He called me to ask me how I was... Nevertheless, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Happy Father's Day Papa&lt;/span&gt;! I want to want to love you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did nothing but watch Sarkaar Raj. Then, took a bath to go for grocery shopping... Settled all my over-due &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Singtel&lt;/span&gt; bills and bought Pasta, chocolates and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange Juice&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! =) But I have to save money now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, FULL STOP now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the darkest and deepest pits of lack of inspiration and creativity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. I sooo wanna dance right now, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The AC Dancers&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6439727404222361498?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6439727404222361498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6439727404222361498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6439727404222361498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6439727404222361498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-i-was-so-badly-missing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-7863526881596838851</id><published>2008-06-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:20:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit of love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just gave up writing a detailed post about all the 'Goodbyes' that I had to say in the past few days, about every day of the Restless week, about my holiday with my parents, about the post production party... But it will forever remain in my posts list as a draft that is another side of the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I hate saying goodbyes. Alvida. Au Revoir. Ciao. Adeus. Sayonara. Hamba kahle. Adios. Or whatever you call it... Especially when it is to a lot of love... Or should I say 'a little bit of love'? *brushes shoulder* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Being Restless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chin messaged me on the night I left for Malaysia, I am so "Restless" since the curtains closed after our last show on Saturday! The experience of being an AC Dancer has been indisputably the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; best of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; so far, and I won't trade it for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nything in the whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; world... But it came to an end with the waving to the audience after th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e encore "whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n you knew that I was always by your side"... Or maybe after we said our goodbyes after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the supper at Swensens... Or perhaps after the Post Production Party's pack up... Or has it really ended? I hope not. Whatever it is- one thing's for sure- Life will never be the same again... I will miss so much:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The studio, a second home to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wvKqrcPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HATeUcD884I/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wvKqrcPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HATeUcD884I/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210085037045412082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzCLP734SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hwx25iXEHNw/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzCLP734SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hwx25iXEHNw/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209752367472828706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he back-breaking warm ups (the familiar 1st exercise especially).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_vbr5cFcI/AAAAAAAAASI/fb8506F9L3o/s1600-h/2nd+exercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_vbr5cFcI/AAAAAAAAASI/fb8506F9L3o/s400/2nd+exercise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646552810100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzDwvDgNmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9-9AXuH6SXw/s1600-h/Warmups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzDwvDgNmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9-9AXuH6SXw/s400/Warmups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209754110993118818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Attire- Our super-sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, super-cool, super-class dance tees and our beloved dance jacket!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSfzDIdI/AAAAAAAAANY/u7XcPf3C88Q/s1600-h/We%27re+bringing+Sexy+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSfzDIdI/AAAAAAAAANY/u7XcPf3C88Q/s400/We%27re+bringing+Sexy+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210087843036340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzIQ1ANsCI/AAAAAAAAALI/PPlbFzd354s/s1600-h/our+jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzIQ1ANsCI/AAAAAAAAALI/PPlbFzd354s/s400/our+jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209759060392259618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. Learning the dances, which took me ages! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wuDwU9PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ORR6TnZd7-8/s1600-h/Restless4+002web+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 249px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wuDwU9PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ORR6TnZd7-8/s400/Restless4+002web+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210085018010186994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_th8v8aDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8HVRe04Q_dc/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 249px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_th8v8aDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8HVRe04Q_dc/s400/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210644461389637682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. The looooooooooong rehearsals, especially before Restless (Phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y1fDXNNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DEE-A75sQr0/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y1fDXNNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DEE-A75sQr0/s400/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269863550334162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_W-M-T2UI/AAAAAAAAARA/-HpclLlU6Xc/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_W-M-T2UI/AAAAAAAAARA/-HpclLlU6Xc/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210619658013759810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. All the cheering and the "Go Guys", until the point we couldn't even hear the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSl_r21I/AAAAAAAAANg/Td89eG7cN9Q/s1600-h/Going+for+SYF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSl_r21I/AAAAAAAAANg/Td89eG7cN9Q/s400/Going+for+SYF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210087844699954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All the racist jokes by Raj and the dancers(special mention must go to Shawn Poh here). I must admit it was quite fun! Haha! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_Tn42-I3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/KqS7wOgTVU0/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_Tn42-I3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/KqS7wOgTVU0/s400/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210615976122262386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_ToXm7j7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rf9lF7GVmfY/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_ToXm7j7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rf9lF7GVmfY/s400/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210615984376483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. The two great Dance Camps- the most fun times ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzJlJxeUSI/AAAAAAAAALg/lZF2XRL9YIs/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzJlJxeUSI/AAAAAAAAALg/lZF2XRL9YIs/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209760509076590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzJl_oFgqI/AAAAAAAAALo/7HICYAGtXqQ/s1600-h/I,+an+AC+DANCER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzJl_oFgqI/AAAAAAAAALo/7HICYAGtXqQ/s400/I,+an+AC+DANCER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209760523532731042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. All the super Dance outings- @Sentosa, @Crystal Jade 4 CNY Dinner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;@ Fort Canning 4 Giselle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... I really want more of those now! Pleeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzz... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF65m5oBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nlpklmWDnLk/s1600-h/Dance+Beach+Outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF65m5oBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nlpklmWDnLk/s400/Dance+Beach+Outing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209756484647886866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF7HriEkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vJ3XjWnnqg4/s1600-h/Group+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF7HriEkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vJ3XjWnnqg4/s400/Group+Shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209756488425411138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Food- which we consumed in enormous quantities, thanks to some self confessed gluttons! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_qrAuUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZuHnNyCRpOE/s1600-h/Supper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_qrAuUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZuHnNyCRpOE/s400/Supper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210252446282070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W8YlTZ3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MQykT8aN-jE/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W8YlTZ3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MQykT8aN-jE/s400/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267783049471858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The cam-whoring yeah! We love the camera and the camera loves us, right? B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_syIWCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bOc3m6LE2Xs/s1600-h/dance+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_syIWCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bOc3m6LE2Xs/s400/dance+camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210252446848800802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_8RD2NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3galyqTv1k4/s1600-h/Sunglasses+Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6I_8RD2NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3galyqTv1k4/s400/Sunglasses+Gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210252451005061330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. All the numerous performances- from SYF (when u guys made everyone proud by clinching Gold with Honours!) to CNY '07 (which I missed due to last minute Chicken Pox), from Asean Congress Dinner and CPA Gala Dinner (I've got Rhythm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to the exhausting Open House, from the Old age home CIP to the Singapore bidding for YOG (Rhythm again), and of course O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rientation and CNY '08 (Culture in motion) to the exchange with the Philippines University! We have truly come a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;long way dancers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAD3JqP1SI/AAAAAAAAATo/NdmISybcPvk/s1600-h/CNY+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAD3JqP1SI/AAAAAAAAATo/NdmISybcPvk/s400/CNY+concert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210669014888469794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3xxJmv7vI/AAAAAAAAANA/5oycyRRCHB8/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3xxJmv7vI/AAAAAAAAANA/5oycyRRCHB8/s400/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210086170631859954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzDyRtKK8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pU2SyZip_4w/s1600-h/CPA+Gala+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 259px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzDyRtKK8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pU2SyZip_4w/s400/CPA+Gala+Dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209754137474509762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAD2ygRN6I/AAAAAAAAATg/egk7IwminIw/s1600-h/Openhouse-+Drama+Babes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAD2ygRN6I/AAAAAAAAATg/egk7IwminIw/s400/Openhouse-+Drama+Babes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210669008672602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6EnqNKo9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/hJaZ4ldXoNk/s1600-h/India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6EnqNKo9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/hJaZ4ldXoNk/s400/India.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210247635793519570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3xwhD6okI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZACTbFJ0a7I/s1600-h/Dancers+with+Filipinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 261px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3xwhD6okI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZACTbFJ0a7I/s400/Dancers+with+Filipinos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210086159748342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The two life-changing concerts- "Timeless" and "Power, Passion and Pirouettes", where we all danced for the 'restless' and the 'broken-hearted', and I danced for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wuvrTABI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7wHC9pXAuMg/s1600-h/Restless4+074web+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wuvrTABI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7wHC9pXAuMg/s400/Restless4+074web+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210085029800247314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_-0mR7LTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Ug11dxRcVCo/s400/Restless+V.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663473473334578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAAEagux2I/AAAAAAAAATY/eIlTI5l0Ns8/s1600-h/Shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SFAAEagux2I/AAAAAAAAATY/eIlTI5l0Ns8/s400/Shout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210664844703745890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Lee Foundation Theatre, NAFA and Mrs. Lee Choon Guan Theatre, Faith Centre of Performing Arts- the brand new theatre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEzBtlhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/C16mXJRlRME/s1600-h/NAFA+Lee+Foundation+Theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEzBtlhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/C16mXJRlRME/s400/NAFA+Lee+Foundation+Theatre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210104100354364946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEqmCRiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SaWkEIGZ8dU/s1600-h/CPA+Theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEqmCRiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SaWkEIGZ8dU/s400/CPA+Theatre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210104098090796578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The bonding sessions which were quite wet, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y19TyRbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1WLO9Xnvp7Q/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y19TyRbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1WLO9Xnvp7Q/s400/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269871672280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3qfJ3HWDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-GBRypLifsM/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3qfJ3HWDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-GBRypLifsM/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078164881463346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The stick notes filled with love and encouragement- couldn't have done it without them... They completely hid our mirrors, rendering them useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSwHM5cI/AAAAAAAAANo/yOoxY0zcEx4/s1600-h/Sticknotes%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 256px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zSwHM5cI/AAAAAAAAANo/yOoxY0zcEx4/s400/Sticknotes%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210087847415834050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6F5y12_6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JXU9oNDHMBk/s1600-h/Timeless+Lovenotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6F5y12_6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JXU9oNDHMBk/s400/Timeless+Lovenotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210249046860955554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The dressing room drama- Trust me, sometimes Dancers can be more drama than ACsian Theatre! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6F6RXYGbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PCUKwFJOn3E/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6F6RXYGbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PCUKwFJOn3E/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210249055054600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_TmrAlXvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GDpnni1aZFo/s1600-h/Vanessa+eats+the+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_TmrAlXvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GDpnni1aZFo/s400/Vanessa+eats+the+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210615955224616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Our Dearest Crew, without them all the shows would be a mess! Thanks for helping out guys and really being a part of the AC Dance family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_87P4P-0I/AAAAAAAAATI/lBrpGjHR1lk/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_87P4P-0I/AAAAAAAAATI/lBrpGjHR1lk/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661388695894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_85seR-PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Dj-kUFeBBTc/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_85seR-PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Dj-kUFeBBTc/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661362011863282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Make Up &amp;amp; Hairstyling- Thanks to the alumni and madams for making us look glamorous and Raj for giving us the perfect locks for dishing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y2ecDotI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0eqbgKOrmzI/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Y2ecDotI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0eqbgKOrmzI/s400/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269880565342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_g-AopifI/AAAAAAAAARI/-bqguP6fR-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_g-AopifI/AAAAAAAAARI/-bqguP6fR-Q/s400/IMG_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210630649817958898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The super-glam costumes, especially our artistically self-designed Restless Jeans, all of which turned into soggy and smelly heaps of sweat after the performances... FEBREEZE saved us all from a biological hazard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W8wt1mBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ema0sY-PnR8/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W8wt1mBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ema0sY-PnR8/s400/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267789527717906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_lzT5c2kI/AAAAAAAAARg/G9sJtGe63jA/s1600-h/The+costumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_lzT5c2kI/AAAAAAAAARg/G9sJtGe63jA/s400/The+costumes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210635963568282178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Our Final Moments on stage- when we all cried like babies, even the gangsta woman Yun Ning, even macho shit Taj, and when even Raj came to the brink of tears! And all the final prayers and the hugging, and special surprise from the junies! :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_nskuLA4I/AAAAAAAAARw/cwKa-3Iu0ZY/s1600-h/Always+by+your+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_nskuLA4I/AAAAAAAAARw/cwKa-3Iu0ZY/s400/Always+by+your+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638046848549762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_85dsJnsI/AAAAAAAAASw/YabjwI5VpFM/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_85dsJnsI/AAAAAAAAASw/YabjwI5VpFM/s400/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661358043504322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Debrief by our Dear Ms. Michelle Wong, when we were told the DOs and DON'Ts after the show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W9mUgV4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-P88-Pz4Lis/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6W9mUgV4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-P88-Pz4Lis/s400/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267803916982146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_nsXYLQlI/AAAAAAAAARo/SxKGc21CLcE/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_nsXYLQlI/AAAAAAAAARo/SxKGc21CLcE/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638043266630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. PPPs- I couldn't attend the first one coz I was back home, but I could see from the photos that it was a blast! And this year's Beach Party PPP was just so damn class- I got dunked twice, had my butt cleavage captured in a camera, and teared and laughed like crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF7_O_ncI/AAAAAAAAALA/iwiCqkpvZdk/s1600-h/i+want+2+b+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SEzF7_O_ncI/AAAAAAAAALA/iwiCqkpvZdk/s400/i+want+2+b+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209756503338098114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zR0SA2nI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tEO3WCulafM/s1600-h/Cool+dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3zR0SA2nI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tEO3WCulafM/s400/Cool+dancers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210087831355054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Raj- his self-designed jeans, his songs, his choreo, THE DISH, the scoldings (Ji Dan, Cotek, breasts/balls, and a lot more) but most of all the jokes! Thank you Sir, for everything you've taught us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6KwU8N_oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/buALXbBvf_k/s1600-h/Restless4+008web+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6KwU8N_oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/buALXbBvf_k/s400/Restless4+008web+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210254381773880962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Kvw-HTmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RZ1aa5xCu1I/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE6Kvw-HTmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RZ1aa5xCu1I/s400/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210254372118154850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The committee, which was the best ever we could have asked for! Thank you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFM_WrOI/AAAAAAAAALw/IriYsfJSZh4/s1600-h/Dance+Comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFM_WrOI/AAAAAAAAALw/IriYsfJSZh4/s400/Dance+Comm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076619533102306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFUddQeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aK-U0V2eYDU/s1600-h/Our+beloved+comm,+minus+Redgie,+plus+WongBong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFUddQeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aK-U0V2eYDU/s400/Our+beloved+comm,+minus+Redgie,+plus+WongBong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076621538410978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The seniors- our inspiration, our mentors! Thanks for passing on the legacy to us and showing us what AC Dance is all about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFsNmnhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NP0_dnoeX6w/s1600-h/Restless4+021web+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3pFsNmnhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NP0_dnoeX6w/s400/Restless4+021web+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076627914366482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEf47JNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JwakEPVuNww/s1600-h/J2s+at+AGM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE4CEf47JNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JwakEPVuNww/s400/J2s+at+AGM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210104095217231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The juniors- we are the luckiest batch in terms of juniors, PPP is testimony! And I can see the awesome potential that they have, and how they love us as much as we love them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_tiYmUoXI/AAAAAAAAASA/__PM0qtYY-o/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_tiYmUoXI/AAAAAAAAASA/__PM0qtYY-o/s400/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210644468865474930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3qeQnQadI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QqJYwzLgEiI/s1600-h/The+juniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3qeQnQadI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QqJYwzLgEiI/s400/The+juniors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078149514127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. My fellow AC Dancers- I love all of you. And I dunno what I'd do without you. Really Really, you rock my socks! Each of you has touched my life in a special way, so I wanna use this post to thank you, even though I know I could never thank you enough! I just hope &amp;amp; pray &amp;amp; wish that we keep growing strong on our "Smokey Mountain Memories" and finally get our own "Happy Endings"! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE33ysvHA_I/AAAAAAAAANw/BXs9rjXoDQ4/s1600-h/AC+Dancers-+I+m+missing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE33ysvHA_I/AAAAAAAAANw/BXs9rjXoDQ4/s400/AC+Dancers-+I+m+missing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092794311803890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE33zehyeaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RdPxGQr1gUo/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 244px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE33zehyeaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RdPxGQr1gUo/s400/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092807677704610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. AC DANCE family- Live your Dance, Dance your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_84_Ks6bI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ra_5ye5SNGw/s1600-h/AC+Dance+Jigsaw+puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE_84_Ks6bI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ra_5ye5SNGw/s400/AC+Dance+Jigsaw+puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661349850147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Much Much More, which cannot be put into words, pictures or videos Emotions that are so deep, that they are impossible to explain! The best I can do is put my feeling for AC Dance in three words- Everlasting Unconditional LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted mohito (I feel as if I am wasted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This post took me two weeks to finalize and it is still under renovations. Phew! Things I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-7863526881596838851?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7863526881596838851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=7863526881596838851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/7863526881596838851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/7863526881596838851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-bit-of-love-3.html' title='Little bit of love &lt;3'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SE3wvKqrcPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HATeUcD884I/s72-c/IMG_0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8315217522528542548</id><published>2008-05-26T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:40:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock, Tick Tock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The countdown has begun! Only five more days to dance with the AC Dancers, and this is when I start to wish that these kind of things never came to an end! But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think back to the day of my audition- the trademark Raj steps in 'Rebek' and a turn of fate/destiny/chance/Raj's gift- whatever you may call it because it definitely wasn't talent and I was an AC Dancer. Or maybe not yet. After so many scoldings, rehearsals and setbacks, I finally improved a bit and a lot of bonding finally made me an AC Dancer- part of the ACJC Dance society! Thanks to Raj, my seniors, the teachers, my batch mates and n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ow my juniors. I don't know what I'd do without even one of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And even though they say "once an AC Dancer, always an AC Dancer", this wonderful journey will be over when the curtain closes on Saturday, and I have no idea how I am going to cope with the fact that there will be no more dishes, no more warm ups, no more cheering and no more being "Restless". I will miss you guys, and I will love you and remember you, for the rest of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But for now, I am getting ready to give my all to my favorite group of people  in the world. I want this Restless to be the most memorable thing for myself, and I know that there is only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; one way- to make it unforgettable for everyone else. Tomorrow we hit theater, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; gonna be one helluva experience, and no matter how much I want it to las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t forever, it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; come to a climax. So, I have decided to contribute all that it takes to make Restless V 'Truly Timeless'. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Dancers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some shots after the day's rehearsals- cam whoring &amp;amp; candid shots and emo shots! Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw6wTwl3NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dA7DMn9-Pks/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw6wTwl3NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dA7DMn9-Pks/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205099870945664210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Clarice, Me and Adele acting cute and Adele failing miserably! Haha! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw8eDwl3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UxjzxMvs0Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw8eDwl3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UxjzxMvs0Zg/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205101756436307170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We're HAUT! B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw8ejwl3PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D6qys0uO7v0/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw8ejwl3PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D6qys0uO7v0/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205101765026241778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'demure' Hakim! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_IDwl3QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p9PQEUUQWxs/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_IDwl3QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p9PQEUUQWxs/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205104677014068482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry'story' the loner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_Jjwl3SI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MptftXiunKo/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_Jjwl3SI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MptftXiunKo/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205104702783872290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn's brother- believe it or not!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_Ijwl3RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gXraBSiTQn0/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_Ijwl3RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gXraBSiTQn0/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205104685604003090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_KDwl3TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kadcqmtVZc4/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw_KDwl3TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kadcqmtVZc4/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205104711373806898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying- camera conscious |-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDxEVjwl3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jJK9feYUExY/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDxEVjwl3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jJK9feYUExY/s400/IMG_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205110406500441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last glance... The Dance Studio, that had come to be Home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw6vzwl3MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NKBgyLvQ7vc/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw6vzwl3MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NKBgyLvQ7vc/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205099862355729602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the door closes! Forever, even though it will always be open with the open hearts. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This reminds me of the first time I walked through that door and looked at the studio and Raj(who was dressed in his bright yellow tight tee and fancy self-designed jeans)... Funny how some details are etched in your memory! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mohito&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8315217522528542548?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8315217522528542548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8315217522528542548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8315217522528542548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8315217522528542548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock, Tick Tock...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SDw6wTwl3NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dA7DMn9-Pks/s72-c/IMG_0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-9177676803297369391</id><published>2008-05-12T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:36:16.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back, and i am better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or so I would like to believe, despite of a certain fallout with a very special friend, a friend I tried to be friends with... But I guess I knew it right from the start, somewhere deep within- we were never meant to be... I am just content and clean with my own conscience that I did my best... I don't blame you. Honestly. Even though I don't know why all of this happened out of thin air, but sometimes events happen due to critical mass, even though there seems to be no immediate reason behind them. I have to console myself on this theory. And I am brave enough to admit that I am justified in preserving my whimsical ego to sort out the matter with you. Trust me, nothing has changed from me, even though it might have changed for me. This is all I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I am not pretending...&lt;br /&gt;No hope, No love, No glory,&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ah, the paradox of human life, notice how this phrase "No Happy Ending" contrasts against the title of a certain earlier post- no doubt written in higher spirits after watching OSO! :) But I am in love with this song. Its such an elation to dance to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sad, I am just empty. Exactly as I had told Lesley on one of our rare "real" conversations in a bus on a South-African highway- "People generally do not have the power to have a negative enough impact on my paradise. They are adornments, not blemishes." I still stand by my statement Les. I hope I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after breaking my long exile from blogging on a rather low note, yours truly would like to update you about his life. Its all about one word these days- RESTLESS. My emotions are in perfect accord with every meaning of the word, and so are my intentions. My final dance concert, my signatory performance on the virgin CPA dance floor is just around the corner and there are many highlights this year- my parents' cherished presence in Saturday's audience being the  icing on the cake. I can't believe I am actually going to dance with AC Dancers for the last time, last time under the guidance and exuberant light of Raj and in front of my parents. Since when did I come a dancer? I was an artist, but more a musician, or was I a scientist? Or a philosopher in pursuit of truth? I admit I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it never ends. This journey. I don't want to reach the destination, can we all stop here and live happily ever after? living our dance, dancing our lives? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, studies are not moving on AT ALL! Inspiration, where thou art? I have a lot on my mind, preparations for my parents' holidays- I want this to be a love-filled and relaxing time for them! Also, SATs and other academia! Phew! Bunk it for now. I have discovered something, or rather discovered what I have not discovered- Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I underestimated the feeling a lot of times, and looked like I fell in love and fell out of it quite often. But now I am wiser. I am going to wait for it, until it really comes. This, no doubt exciting, is a bit disconcerting due to the possibility that it might never come or I might never be able to recognize it. Umang, I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mohito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-9177676803297369391?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9177676803297369391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=9177676803297369391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/9177676803297369391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/9177676803297369391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-back-and-i-am-better.html' title='i am back, and i am better.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-4193313240562759441</id><published>2008-04-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:21:08.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tapestry to P&amp;P...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Day I went for the Arabian Nights auditions, I had little idea of the journey I was going to embark on... I didn't even go well and ended with Raj scolding me and my group... I wasn't even expecting for inclusion, but destiny had other plans, or should I say Mrs. Creffield had other plans! It turned out that these were auditions for both Tapestry(an ACsian Theatre CIP initiative) and Arabian Nights(end-of-year J1 production) and I was chosen for both! It didn't mean much to me then, but now I realize how much that moment means to me when I first saw my name on that sign-up sheet! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapestry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh o o o! Its the best years of our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was great and the great happened for countless of times- 4 times on orchard road, 4 times at Open house, 1 more time at CPA Gala Dinner! I loved every bit of it... Dancing with Dhee when I was in the wings and coupling with the amazing Lesley and that happy feeling every single time we did! I never got bored of that dance and I wish I could do it one more time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;arabian nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ishaal... Muah!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so much fun and such a time of bonding with the company... I will always remember those that cramped dressing room, that 'only guys' worship just before the show and all those Indian elements including the dance songs 'Rang De Basanti' and 'Bulla' and 'Jaan-e-jaa'... Kiss Kiss was the only dance I did more than "Best Years..."! We did it four times before interval for the four shows of my first theatre production... And for CPA gala dinner and for Red Cross and then for Orientation and four more times while on my first Overseas tour to South Africa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;south africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I give up forever to touch you... Mitwaaa!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;discovered the J1s as I discovered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;frican Safari and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;frican food and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;frican climate, but most of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;frican audiences! I swear they were the best any performer can wish for... And that exposure made me grow so much... It was definitely one of the best experiences of my 17-year long life! We did so much- we visited museums, ate fresh exotic meat (atleast the others did), saw wild animals at their home, saw the very ancient tribes of human race, watched Hairspray the musical by a South African Theatre company, did an exchange program with two all-girls schools by teaching Bhangra and got standing ovations by the awesome audience, and so much more! It was ultimate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go On, Go On, Come On Leave Me Breathless... And Ever Ever After!&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nick and Lesley at their best... And one of the rare happy plays ACsian Theatre does... The Subway or McD late breakfasts, train rides with Samdish and Sahil, the comfy SRT dressing rooms, the backstage drama, the warm ups, the performances, the confetti cannon and then taking a cab back home and then of course the Post Production Party (which sadly ended too soon)! My last production with ACsian Theatre was one I will never ever forget, especially because I was not feeling for it initially, but I ended up crying so hard and so much during the last day's bonding session! However, there were two or three undesirable events like Raj's injury (which casts shadows on Restless V) and something very insignificant that is hardly worthy enough to mention... Still, it was so fulfilling! Thank you everyone! And as I said- "I love you all". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. I hope we can be friends forever. I soo wanna come back like Jun as alumni and perform again, but I know it won't be the same... without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-4193313240562759441?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4193313240562759441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=4193313240562759441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/4193313240562759441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/4193313240562759441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-tapestry-to-p.html' title='From Tapestry to P&amp;P...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3469989708539359599</id><published>2008-04-22T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:59:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am running across an abyss, on a golden string.</title><content type='html'>I have to leave for PnP full dress rehearsal in one hour. And I am running late... I hope Ms. Wong refunds the cab fare coz I am broke... I am gonna talk to Her today, like we used to... Oh, tomorrow is first show, please let it be great coz right now, I feel dull about it... I must take pictures today, I have so much free time and so much of inactivity that I grow tired... In future, I am going to seriously distinguish between crushes and love. And I am going to float in love, not fall in love. It hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad dream when I was taking my after-breakfast nap. Ya, I actually managed to get up for breakfast... I can't remember much of it but I think I fought with Her when she was playfully teasing me to the extent of being physical (I know right, I can't believe it too!)... And then I fought with Renuka for some reason, looks like fighting with the girls in my life is season's hot favorite! And then because of the fight, I didn't pack anything properly for my flight at the end of my scholarship! And I was sitting besides Anuj and Abhinav with no passport in SIA! Weird right? But it was really freaky and I so never want to fight with her. I just everything to be nice and pleasant, at least for her if not for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3469989708539359599?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3469989708539359599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3469989708539359599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3469989708539359599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3469989708539359599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-running-across-abyss-on-golden.html' title='i am running across an abyss, on a golden string.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-1080055100136616101</id><published>2008-04-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:36:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I give up forever...</title><content type='html'>Today, De Wei was telling us about the CPA... Ah, CPA! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't wait for Restless... PnP is next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mere mann yeh bata de tu, kis aur chala hai tu..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-1080055100136616101?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1080055100136616101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=1080055100136616101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1080055100136616101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1080055100136616101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-i-give-up-forever.html' title='And I give up forever...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8518411843020584829</id><published>2008-04-15T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:21:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The weather is perfect :) The breeze smells good and feels good, its about to rain and the sky has shaded... Its been a wasted day... Perfect with F.R.I.E.N.D.S, but not otherwise... Everything else is so perfect! Then why not so my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;P.S. Pardon this incoherent and random chain of thoughts! I am fine. Or will be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8518411843020584829?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8518411843020584829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8518411843020584829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8518411843020584829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8518411843020584829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfect.html' title='Perfect?'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-336913561438148798</id><published>2008-04-14T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:04:49.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RJ Dance Camp 2008 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is to certify that Mohit has survived the ACJC Dance Camp 2008 and is officially an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AC Dancer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is what my Cert reads... Yoohoo! And I am so glad to be a par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;t of the ACJC Dance society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.prep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I prepared a lot. I had to find all sort of clothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s, buy all kinds of gifts for my angel and yet-to-be-given mortal, pack everything in one small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; bag! B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ut it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was fun. I couldn't go to school on Friday (which could land me in a lot of trouble, but heck, who cares?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.prelude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I went to our haven- The Aerobics studio dressed in blacks, carrying two heavy bags filled with clothes, food, shoes, gifts, toiletries and a lot of other "unmentionables". Our group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; rehearsed for our self-choreographed gig for about h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alf an ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ur, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; then w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e were off to inventing group cheers and playing some ice-breakers(if there was any ice to be broken). Our group GENE KELLY came in fourth in the "tea suc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;king" game and second in the "digg the polo sweets" game! After all I was the one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was digging out the polos from the flour... thu thu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Oh ya, I got my new mortal before that, and it turned out to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; one of my favorite J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1s- the multi talented, DEPper, fellow 'proud n prejudiced' Chrislyn! :) S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o, I wrote my first letter to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; her after all the cheers and dinner, but she never replied :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.launch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj arrived and we had our first warm ups and r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;outine (Rock!) with Raj being the entertainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; that he is. I need to be stronger, so much more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; like m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y disgui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sed Angel (to be revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; later). He taught a new routine and I let my group down again by not being together. What the hell is wrong with me??? Some one please explain to me. Movi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ng on, Ms. Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ckie came and taught us a tap routine (we are using it for Restless and I am so out of it, I suck at tap!)... Chrislyn was phenomenal even without shoes... After all, she is my mortal, Haha! After all th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e dancing, we showered and had supper which was heavenly wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;h all the brownies and a lot of cremo! I wrote my second letter, with an orange juice to refresh her in the morning, but she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; still did not reply! Very good... Somebody was really busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we watched Center-stage, Honey and Chicago- all filled with really hot dances! And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; before going off to sleep, I got my Angel's much-awaited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; letter with the ass saying "As I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; am new to Dance, could you begin by giving me an introduction!"... Anyways, I wrote a reply to him with an enlarged specimen of his own gift to me (Snickers!) and went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to sleep listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; to music! :) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S. I am so sorry I couldn't wish Renuka a happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN8zbj2puI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A3rZ4H8QxR8/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 296px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN8zbj2puI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A3rZ4H8QxR8/s400/IMG_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189128418674255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;joy 'n chrislyn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN7b7j2ptI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7GbbFWM5bOE/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 301px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN7b7j2ptI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7GbbFWM5bOE/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126915435701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nathalie and nick had to turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN8zrj2pvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2m5zfTPN0jQ/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN8zrj2pvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2m5zfTPN0jQ/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189128422969222898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lounging on Pete's sleeping puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.rise and shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN80Lj2pwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OU53kokWdpA/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN80Lj2pwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OU53kokWdpA/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189128431559157506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;shawn- the tired urchin :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I woke up quite early at 6, before everyone e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lse, to write a good morning to my dear mortal. Ah, how nice I am! ;D The worship by Bev and Tim was awesome, and so was the breakfast with all the cereal from Heather, juice from myself and donuts by Putu! I love my group Gene Kelly. But then, I dicovered I had lost my soap and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; one pair of blacks last night. I showered, nevertheless. And got ready for Ms. Stacey's hiphop class, which turned out to be a clubbing session and really fun. And I was dressed in a singlet, cap, accessories and baggy pants (Picture me!)... Then, she took us for Belly dancing, which is a really hot genre of dance! And Chrislyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; is really good at everything... I saw her belly dancing, and I was like wow! And I am not that bad at belly dancing too, even though the ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sculine steps are not much of a treat! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.don't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch, Raj came and he played this lyrics game with us on one of the Restless 2 songs , and I was asked to say the lyrics in an Indian accent to earn points for my group! After a lot of fun, he taught us yet another Janet Jackson number- Don't Stop All Night. I still can't get the Salsa twist step like Tazz, but wait for it! And I got scolded again for not being with the group for just one step... Sigh! Anyways, we had the master class after that by a South African&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; instructor Ms. Celestunisen who taught us Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Jazz and man, it was a blast! :D She started on a high note and finished on an even higher note. To demonstrate one of the couple positions, she picked me! After, we had demonstrated how close the couple needs to be, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; complimented me on my perfume! I mean what the... And the dancers were hooting away to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; glory! And as expected, my mortal was unbelievable at the latin jazz as well! I dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ced with Beatrice- one of the J1s who was way too shy but was fun to dance with anyways! And then, we got group time to rehearse for the group item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- ours being on Gene Kelly's Broadway and tap style! "lollipop &amp;amp; wicked little girl" ... BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.the blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, it started tense with all of us rushing to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;et ready and get to the void deck- the ultraglam venue! And I was finishing my final letters of course... =) I had thoughtfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; picked up an eye massager for my mortal and apple chews for my angel =) Even with rickety start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; because of some tensions with the committee and teachers, the party was breathtaking. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; started with the AC Dancer oath with us bullying Joanne again (ok!) and Raj making us laugh all the time with his superstar antics! :D There wasn't much vegetarian food but that wasn't going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; to taint the night's Xperience for me! I had a feast full of fruits... Then began the first round of prize presentation, and behold Edlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (the most masculine dancer 2007) who was called upon to relinquish her crown for her heir in 2008! And it was none other than the manly, gangsta woman Yun Ning! Woohoo, the most masculine award yet again evades all th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Haha BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODs7j2pxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oihI72ZTO7k/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODs7j2pxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oihI72ZTO7k/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189136003586500370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dramatic dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOSebj2p1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7DmB-Z9Vdgo/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOSebj2p1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7DmB-Z9Vdgo/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189152247152813906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;burnin' it up with lovely lydia!                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODtrj2pzI/AAAAAAAAAII/UZbwikadPWg/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODtrj2pzI/AAAAAAAAAII/UZbwikadPWg/s400/IMG_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189136016471402290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;one of my fav. mafia junies- Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOYqLj2p3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/SjsVSpqyx1c/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOYqLj2p3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/SjsVSpqyx1c/s400/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189159046086043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;go on, go on, come on leave me                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;breathless ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOWdLj2p2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4x9O0x3EH4w/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 297px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOWdLj2p2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4x9O0x3EH4w/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189156623724488546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pretty picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the worship,             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;encouragement, dance and everything else Bev! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyways, then was a new award for the worst dressed dancer called the 'Mohit award', which is obviously ironical since Raj said that I was the best dressed that evening! ;) And Christopher, our new starlet went away with it... After these two booby awards, Joan won the "Most supportive Dancer 2008" (I got nominated and that was my dream come true :) I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.dance-battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;First group was Julian Michelle and they did the same number shown during the movie screening- "All that Jazz" with Aretha as Catherine Zeta Jones, lol! But it was really sexy, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nd cheesy at times too! After that came Richenda's group- Kenny Ortega, who performed on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; High School Musical numbers! It was really fun to watch them! Third in line was Raj's own choreographed number in PnP- Soulmate! But this time with the dancers of Martha Graham choreographing it in lyrical style! And in Raj's words (who was feeling quite insecure, haha!)- "It was really Wow!" Then, we performed- The GENE KELLYs and ours was "an enjoyable performance with a refreshing concept" (All kudos to you Taj) Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODtbj2pyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZNSn78VTUKo/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAODtbj2pyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZNSn78VTUKo/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189136012176434978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;gene kellys- Do you have the dance genes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Marty Kudelka's turn to show us what they had, and it was really hip and hop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; with a hilarious ending: (in breathless, erotic tone) "Marty, we never marty. Marty Kudelka, Yeowww" Vanessa's group-  was really amazing too and so were the Michael Jacksons, led by none other than my mortal- Chrislyn! But the Mia Michaels inspired group was truly mesmerizing, even though they had problems with the music! I reiterate- I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.climax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Due to time constraint, the rest of the prize ceremony was rushed... *highlights* I won the coveted- Jidan award. True successor to Kenneth, haha, but I am proud of being scolded the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; most ok! It helps a lot. Our beloved Heather Momo won the Best Group Leader award. Go heather feather! And Julian Michelle in an unexpected upset of Kudelkas won the Best group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; award! Phew! Then, finally came the revelation of Angels and Mortals, after Raj had almost forgotten about it... And Dear Chrislyn claims to have guessed that it was me but too late, because she never wrote it to me, haha. I hope my gift helps you recover darling! *BLUE WHALE HUG* :) And that ass Peter turned out to be my angel, ending off perfectly by gifting me a ladies' wallet... I want to kick him... Haha, but still *Chest Bump* And after a bit of cam whoring, all the scholars left off with me going off with Lam in a cab. So anti-climatic! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOZd7j2p4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/H6LGvyu3yOE/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOZd7j2p4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/H6LGvyu3yOE/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189159935144273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the slave kellys. (I discovered what a camwhore Taj is! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;fulfilled mohito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S. Ms. Yu talked to me about whether I went to school on Friday and she was upset about me coming to camp when I didn't attend school. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S.S. This is part of what Chrislyn wrote to me in her exclusive and ONLY letter, and this has touched me like nothing else before. I don't know if anyone has done this before, thanks friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                I thank you for my angel. The orange juice, the pink sweets, the lovely letters &amp;amp; ALL else you've given... through my angel of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOQOrj2p0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LoKF6qWpW0I/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAOQOrj2p0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LoKF6qWpW0I/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149777546618690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-336913561438148798?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/336913561438148798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=336913561438148798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/336913561438148798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/336913561438148798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/rj-dance-camp-2008.html' title='RJ Dance Camp 2008 :D'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/SAN8zbj2puI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A3rZ4H8QxR8/s72-c/IMG_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3622977638708799191</id><published>2008-04-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:17:15.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>Dance Camp 2008 has ended... Just came back... missing everything so badly- I want, I want, I want, I want! Really tired too... I know you must be going- Tired!!! Mohit!!! Naaa... But trust me Dance Camp is really tiring! But I won't be tired if you send me back there... Why does it have to be so short... AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post and upload photos later- I want to sleep now. I am so happy, yet so sad. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3622977638708799191?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3622977638708799191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3622977638708799191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3622977638708799191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3622977638708799191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8358180202770382451</id><published>2008-04-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:05:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;you are a joke. you are a humiliation. you are a shame to the name of an Indian scholar. aditya is an exemplary student, vishesh is an excellent student, anuj is a decent student. but you, you are not even average, you are way below average- in the bottom 10% of the cohort. you are a pathetic student, you are dishonest, arrogant and immature- to top it off. your conduct is poor, you think you know everything and don't even try to do anything about your flaws. i have nothing flattering to say about you. you have been a consistent failure in everything you have done. you don't deserve to be a scholar. you don't have the grades or the attitude or even the aptitude to be a scholar. i am sure you don't take any h3s, quite obviously. you take KI- you must know the meaning of the word extension better than this. you don't deserve any extension. you defy all reflection letters, apologies and just give excuses to show that you are right. i will be happy to see you go nowhere after jc because you don't deserve to go anywhere. you just barely managed to retain your scholarship, just managed. i don't know how you are able to sleep at night when you know that your peers are doing way better than you. i don't know how many other tutors have lost their trust in you, but you certainly have lost my trust, and i have no sympathy or forgiveness for you. because you don't deserve it. i am serious. you are nothing but a joke. you are a joke. a joke. joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;You are absolutely right, Sir. Still, it hurt. I will not, nay, NEVER forget this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mohito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8358180202770382451?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8358180202770382451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8358180202770382451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8358180202770382451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8358180202770382451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/joke.html' title='a joke.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5741904199761622791</id><published>2008-04-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:54:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I walked her home today. :)&lt;br /&gt;mohito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Nick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5741904199761622791?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5741904199761622791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5741904199761622791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5741904199761622791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5741904199761622791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-2499057675434092376</id><published>2008-03-31T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:17:22.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the african safari.</title><content type='html'>We had little idea what was in store for us after the really long bus ride. I was sitting with Yin Ling- who was listening to hindi love songs with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gtm13SxYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oIeTw-4VrY8/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gtm13SxYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oIeTw-4VrY8/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184115528885781890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;this is so unfair... why is SHE so photogenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it was fun making the friendship bands for Jeppe Girls (our host school), the real fun lay in the vast expanse of Entabeni- the game reserve we were heading to for our safari experience. The road that led to the place reminded me so much of the roads back at home when we used to drive to my grandparents' place. Moving on, we finally arrived and the view just took our breath away. See for yourself, because I won't be able to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gy9V3SxaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wSIII4r0S38/s1600-h/Me+with+the+soulbearers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gy9V3SxaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wSIII4r0S38/s400/Me+with+the+soulbearers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184121412990977442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The trademark thumbtack hill, the signpost, me and my soul bearers on the road to our lodges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gzz13SxbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MzxZnCqfCkc/s1600-h/Extermination+Camp-+our+vehicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gzz13SxbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MzxZnCqfCkc/s400/Extermination+Camp-+our+vehicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184122349293847986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our majestic vehicles- The Safari Jeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I officially declare them my favorite vehicles... Buses are nothing in front of them. This shot by John makes it look like some military camp... Cool! The jeeps took us to our haven in Entabeni, i.e. the reserve center, where we had our first safari meal. Yummy! And then, linkups... a lot of people were teased and tormented and gaped at and awwed! during this time, including me. Lets refrain from mentioning names here, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G8pl3SxcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/97ITJkM1uI4/s1600-h/The+J1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G8pl3SxcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/97ITJkM1uI4/s400/The+J1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184132068804838850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J1s :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G81F3SxdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GYmDUSdl-N4/s1600-h/caught+in+the+act%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G81F3SxdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GYmDUSdl-N4/s400/caught+in+the+act%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184132266373334482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I want to murder Yelyn for labeling this as "caught in the act"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, the dessert was great and so was the cam-whoring session that took place after the meal, with the perfect background of the entire reserve landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G95l3SxeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gcgW6GOpPG4/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G95l3SxeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gcgW6GOpPG4/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184133443194373602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my table was at the far-end... near the food table =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G-713SxfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HEThshRzOMs/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G-713SxfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HEThshRzOMs/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134581360707058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a toast to me... thats why John raised his glasses (Is there really nobody 'lamer' than him? Okay, maybe Vinesh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HAT13SxhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qL-iqcn6Rjc/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HAT13SxhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qL-iqcn6Rjc/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184136093189195282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACsian Theatre... Everybody was supposed to give an animal pose... I did a Bambi (Raymus!) but apparently everybody decided to do a themselves pose, considering how animal-like they were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the camwhoring and madams debrief, we went to our "America's Next Supermodel" kinda lodges- mine was No. 6 with Jas, Ed, Yelyn, Mao, Issac and my roomie Gabby! And man, it was beautiful, had a fireplace in the common room, a mesmerising and addictive view of the game reserve and even an outdoor shower, which I didn't get to bathe in because of my complacency! But it was fabulous, even though we didn't stay much in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G_v13SxgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NRwXBuBVSr0/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_G_v13SxgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NRwXBuBVSr0/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184135474713904642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's eye view of Lodge 6... Okay, not exactly bird's eye, but you know what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HA9V3SxiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6J09z38ogDc/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HA9V3SxiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6J09z38ogDc/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184136806153766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"See, I told you the rooms were beautiful!"  And the beds were comfy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, we went back to the reception area to start off our voyage in the jungle, the mighty jungle! My jeep contained Yin Ling :), Les, Johanna, Chrys, Jen, June,  Su, our ranger Amos and me of course! And we had the fun of a lifetime during the safari! Thankyou awesome jeepmates! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HBi13SxjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aWCIRCmVlrY/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HBi13SxjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aWCIRCmVlrY/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184137450398860850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;when amos was driving really fast, in the excitement of finding the lions! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw amazing nature, and as Becky said "God at his best"... We saw wild animals in live action- Giraffes, Zebras, Antelopes &amp;amp; deer (a lot of different types of them), exotic birds (which we even got to savor at Carnivore!), Rhinos, Lions, Buffalos, Bulls, a glimpse of even Elephants!&lt;br /&gt;We ate amazing food- breakfast, lunch and dinner- all were just so tempting and fulfilling! I cannot really do justice to what we went through, but it was the best. The ultimate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some more pictures :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HFO13SxlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GoAgBmoXJzk/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_HFO13SxlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GoAgBmoXJzk/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141504847988306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;me with the Giraffe! Hehe, so typically Indian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JBHV3SxmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mriIsbPizQc/s1600-h/Hats+off+Johny%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JBHV3SxmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mriIsbPizQc/s400/Hats+off+Johny%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184277715440813666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The picturesque lake through John's photography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JB1V3SxnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2WMvge5oUmU/s1600-h/MY+RHINOCEROSES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JB1V3SxnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2WMvge5oUmU/s400/MY+RHINOCEROSES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184278505714796146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rhinoserious! Looks like a freaky Jurassic Park still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JCUl3SxoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fKrNj-bKg0U/s1600-h/Pregnant+Zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JCUl3SxoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fKrNj-bKg0U/s400/Pregnant+Zebra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184279042585708162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pregnant Zebra! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JCjF3SxpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2vM4WWQ3opI/s1600-h/The+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JCjF3SxpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2vM4WWQ3opI/s400/The+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184279291693811346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lioness giving us The Look! We saw them while they were 'on the hunt'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JEY13SxqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/reP3DSGRNFs/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_JEY13SxqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/reP3DSGRNFs/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184281314623407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our jeep, without the jeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Les, looks like the person who took the photo missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Hot chocolate after the first day of safari. :) And it was so welcome because I was like in tears, from the cold wind blowing in face... We sang Christian songs on our way back, as we couldn't see the animals anymore in the dark... It was bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to our beloved lodge again. I went to the common room to chat a bit but fell asleep on the couch, unaware that after lighting a fire, my lodge-mates tried hypnopaedia on me! They tried to fill me with dirty, sexual thoughts and apparently I was rubbing my chest and making weird sounds in my sleep! Woohoo! But then, it was time to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on your wall for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Remind us all of what we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell you the truth, even pictures cannot narrate for me what we experienced... You have to go their yourself... But it won't be the same without ACsian Theatre, right guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you all :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I miss South Africa. Lets go back there sometime, like after A-levels! What say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-2499057675434092376?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2499057675434092376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=2499057675434092376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2499057675434092376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2499057675434092376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/african-safari.html' title='the african safari.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R_Gtm13SxYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oIeTw-4VrY8/s72-c/IMG_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-595442949287630719</id><published>2008-03-24T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:40:37.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide awake. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I took a backseat for today, and I have been asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For a long, long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Not resisting inertia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then I walk out of my bed, out of my slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Determined to undo things and redo them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fill myself up, shake myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Looking out at the sky, I can hear my silent mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The train of nullified thoughts whirring past by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;as the gentle breeze flows in my long hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;as my hair is blown by the strong wind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I turn and let it unwind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my heart and my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It cleanses and freshens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I am awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, I change my sheets to alter the mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But it rains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the drops blur my vision in the sweetest way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh yes, the sweet breeze makes me sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is cool and I taste its freshness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I let the dew fall down on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I don't steam even though it is cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The cold water pierces the pores on my skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It cleanses and freshens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I am awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As I look at the inclined water falling from the clouds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I glance at a photograph,&lt;br /&gt;Those times I was with you,&lt;br /&gt;those times, those times, those times&lt;br /&gt;we were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A flood of memories washes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It cleanses and freshens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I am awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Daddy is talking to me from miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;His words make me smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yet my heart is sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maybe because after all he's my dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and he's away. Far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I can hear his voice in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It cleanses and freshens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I am awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now, I think about my day today&lt;br /&gt;And I think about Her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I close these eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My hair is still wet, my long, wet hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The smell of her hair lingers in my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I want is to be one with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How it would be to risk it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For one person. Then, only one will fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Give everything away but her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Its the sound of her laugh, and the beat of her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It cleanses and freshens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I am awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*yawns* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-595442949287630719?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/595442949287630719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=595442949287630719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/595442949287630719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/595442949287630719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/wide-awake.html' title='Wide awake. :)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-1951474871118187203</id><published>2008-03-21T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:01:58.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start to the Perfect Trip! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DAY 2- March 8&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I woke up to an amazing view of the clouds and the plane's left wing (I was on the flight remember?)! And I knew that this is the perfect mornin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;g, as will be every other morning here in this beautiful country... And boy, it WAS beautiful! The overhead view of the country was so lush and green and freshening that I was beaming from ear to ear! Ah, but as the flight landed, I had to stop watching Chak De India... But never mind, such a small thing couldn't dampen my spirits... Felt amazing to get out of the plane and the airport helping to unload- felt a bit worthwhile doing all that, and I actually feel good while doing stuff for the company... The weather was perfect- cool yet sunny, not like Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pleasant and humid... The company was perfect- ACsian Theatre man! The place was perfect- Jo'berg in South Africa- miles away from home yet so homely... And the timing was perfect- first morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ng of term holidays! Everything was just that- Perfect! What more could I have asked for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I knew what I could have asked for when we reached our host school- perfect hosts, when ate our first South African meal- perfect food and when we went back to our hotel Mercure- perfect lodgings! And perfect roomies- Mark, Gabriel and Kester! Super fun had just started! The Jeppe girls were really amazing hosts, both friendly and beautiful! Woohoo! Great start! Okay, I am just kidding- Didn't think of it like that until like now! And the breakfast they prepared for us was heavenly- Cheese buns and juices! I simply gorg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ed upo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n them, rather everyone of us did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note to self: I should cut the intricate details or I will never be able to relive my whole journey on the blog... Actually I can never relive it again, but at least i can recount what happened... I will try to be 'brief-er'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After we had changed and refreshed, we were off to the Lesedi cultural village! Yay-ness! But me being the fool that I am, didn't bring my camera along... And on the first day some more (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;avoid Singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!) But before Lesedi, we went to one of the flea markets of Johannesburg. No, they don't sell fleas, rather are the outlet for trademark South-African goods made of stone and animal products... I foolishly again, didn't buy anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and I have no idea why! The cultural village had really hilarious and friendly guides, who showed us around- all the tribes and their ways. Before the sumptuous dinner, which equated to&lt;/span&gt; chocolate sufle for me, we had an entertaining cultural show by the tribals... *I am the bull* (inside joke) Haha, I challenged the host for the traditional stick fight and even fought usin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;g their sheepskin shield and buffalo-bone club! Overall, I had a great start to the "perfect" holidays... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fy8l3SxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q9Axx58Qxxs/s1600-h/Attack+of+the+bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fy8l3SxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q9Axx58Qxxs/s400/Attack+of+the+bees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377019083146514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attack of the angry South-African bees on our first meal (Burgers for others and Veg. Cheese sandwiches for me! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzZV3SxSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ELftBHFOo_8/s1600-h/Team+that+shone+GOLD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzZV3SxSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ELftBHFOo_8/s400/Team+that+shone+GOLD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377513004385570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold Team... with the golden boy! (me, who else?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzyl3SxUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5oqEAS1KDWA/s1600-h/Ripples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzyl3SxUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5oqEAS1KDWA/s400/Ripples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377946796082498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ripples... Natural Ecstasy! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f18F3SxWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1zhFxmmLi-U/s1600-h/Hamba+Kahle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f18F3SxWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1zhFxmmLi-U/s400/Hamba+Kahle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181380309028095330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our bus landed in Lesedi the cradle of light! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzql3SxTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mQw7f5tDkm4/s1600-h/Hum+chale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fzql3SxTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mQw7f5tDkm4/s400/Hum+chale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377809357129010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a walk down the nature's lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s1600-h/The+Bulls%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f0FV3SxVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-stJ7II2VU4/s400/The+Bulls%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181378268918629714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mah bruddah from anuddah muddah! &lt;/span&gt;B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f2OF3SxXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xITrN8-2XxQ/s1600-h/Beans+that+thunder+the+Buttocks%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-f2OF3SxXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xITrN8-2XxQ/s400/Beans+that+thunder+the+Buttocks%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181380618265740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the tribal food... "Beans that thunder the buttocks" !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*eternal bliss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-1951474871118187203?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1951474871118187203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=1951474871118187203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1951474871118187203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1951474871118187203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-to-perfect-trip.html' title='Start to the Perfect Trip! =)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-fy8l3SxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q9Axx58Qxxs/s72-c/Attack+of+the+bees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3848450402005254631</id><published>2008-03-21T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:20:50.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-Opul3SxQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rsr4Pxn2HuM/s1600-h/4m+Yin+Ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-Opul3SxQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rsr4Pxn2HuM/s400/4m+Yin+Ling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180170614309307650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(Found this on someone's blog. It really touched me. Sadly Beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am feeling down and low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe its you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe its just me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Or maybe its the way things were to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sigh, I am a generally happy kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have always looked at life's gifts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;not at what I don't have (how can one look at what one doesn't have?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But things are way too wrong this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this time I am not on a high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this time I am not doing well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this time I don't have someone to tell me- it will be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But when did I ever have anyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was always 'the someone', 'the anyone', 'The One'... Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then why now this emptiness, this void?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am unsure, lonely, brave enough to admit I am scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It rained today and for the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;those heavenly drops didn't lift my spirits up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is there something wrong with the heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;or is my mind playing tricks with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't know- I am idle and sad as I could be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Some one save me please, I am falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I need a guardian angel, or just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes, the inspirer needs motivation too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile. And your troubles will wash away. (thats what I tell everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;P.S. Don't worry. Ignore the ranting. Had to vent it out. I'll be back to being my perfect self soon. Haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3848450402005254631?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3848450402005254631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3848450402005254631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3848450402005254631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3848450402005254631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-Opul3SxQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rsr4Pxn2HuM/s72-c/4m+Yin+Ling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6924845969363019890</id><published>2008-03-19T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T04:30:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These term hols were the bestest holidays ever in my entire life of seventeen years! Coz I went to South Africa via SIA for 10 days with ACs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ian Theatre- one of my favouritest groups of people in the whole world (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;note the use of superlatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;)... And even though I am writing after quite a long time (thanks to the excellentest internet connection in the hostel!), the memories are as fresh as daisies in my mind- al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;l I n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;eed is time to pen it, or rather type it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 1- March 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the prep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The day started with me washin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;g clot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hes and ironing them before going to AC for final rehearsal... Hold on, not yet on the plane! After the rehearsal, I went to buy dance shoes, toiletries, South African currenc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y and other essentials... And I also collected my A Level mother-tongue grade... And thankfully, I got an A... But by the looks of it, it might be the only A on my mark-sheet... So, dont say Oooooh and Yaaaaaayyy!! Anyways, I had to reach school at 7:00 as I was included in the trolley team, which meant very little time was left for packing and everything after I reached hostel after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; buying all my paraphernalia! I am so glad that Anuj decided to help me with the packing because I would never have been able to finish without him taking the initiative but then all of that was in vain! Because Mrs. Creff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ield told me that the rest of the tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;m had finished loading when I called her at 7... Sigh, I wish I could help! Anyways, I finished packing my suitcase and my super heavy and huge red hand bag, which most probably weighed more than my check-in luggage... I even had dinner and then after almost forgetting my slippers, I left for the airport with Joahanna, Anuj and Ankita... Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;r 'angellic' room-mates had decided to accompany us (which would result in an hourly report in the near future *angry*)... I was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; overwhelmed with emotion... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NXoF3SxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/pgfo3uHMM0w/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NXoF3SxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/pgfo3uHMM0w/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180080342686680274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NwAF3SxOI/AAAAAAAAADw/Jl3N3LMUH8w/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NwAF3SxOI/AAAAAAAAADw/Jl3N3LMUH8w/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180107143282607330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;thanks 'A' n 'A'. much treasured                                                                           --                                                                               Yo's stupid antics all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It felt awesome to just be there with the rest of the club... Everyone was so elated... I was being a cam-whore for the first time in my l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ife! A lot of parents and drama people had come to see us off... Aww! Ah, it was the best feeling in the whole wide world... To know that I was going to have the time of my life with these amazing friends for life... It was quintessential and surreal and don't know what mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;re! Our principal Mrs. Chan also came to say goodbyes and pray for us, it was so sweet! I love AC &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I talked to Papa and Ma before we finally boarded the plane... I was sitting near the window with Mark and Gabby, my soon-to-be-roomies! The flight was all about SIA food, SIA movies and SIA sleep! And when I dreamed of South Africa, I knew it was going to be something I'll never forget... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NzCF3SxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SS4sfbBOmls/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NzCF3SxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SS4sfbBOmls/s400/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180110476177229042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me and Anuj emoing away! Actually we are quite happy, aren't we? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic mohito =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. More photos and entries to come... Watch this space for the rest of the 9 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6924845969363019890?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6924845969363019890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6924845969363019890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6924845969363019890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6924845969363019890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/south-africa-baby.html' title='South Africa baby!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R-NXoF3SxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/pgfo3uHMM0w/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5541637400110969413</id><published>2008-03-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:24:39.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful... :DDD</title><content type='html'>I am thanking life... For what it has given me sooo far... Its amazing how lucky I am to get so many things in the same life... Awesome parents! Owe them every breath... Owe them everything... Most of my family is also 'cherishable', especially my grandparents, muahh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends back home who still remember me like Punu, Rishi, Abhinav, Kartik, Anchal, Umang, Nitish, Prateek, Renuka and a lot more... And if you don't remember me, prepare to DIE!! Haha, just kidding... I am not that worth remembering all the time, but please don't forget me... Don't ever give up on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends here in Singapore, who are quite a few- Anuj, Vishesh, Ankita, Maria, Hai Ching, Wei Yong, AC Dancers &amp;amp; AC Thespians (most of them atleast)... I don't know how would I have lived in this country without you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, after Arts Night, I knew I was thankful for my drama juniors- Lian Kim and Vinesh especially, and also John, Ms. Wong (haha!!), Becky, Farhana... Love you guys... Lian, you were sad with me even though you were Ms. AC Arts Night 2008! You are the best, love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for so many teachers that have shaped me, including my dear choreographer Mr. Gerard Sebastian Raj, who has given me more than any teacher has- AC Dance... I cherish it more than my life right now... Thanks for so many opportunities- SIA scholarship, South-Africa trip as ACsian theatre, and countless more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, therefore, for this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The last statement only holds true if God truly exists... 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5541637400110969413?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5541637400110969413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5541637400110969413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5541637400110969413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5541637400110969413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful... :DDD'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5095570161378899108</id><published>2008-03-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:18:38.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm has passed...</title><content type='html'>Or atleast it looks like it... Terms the Disaster are officially over...   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today was my 'A' Level Physics SPA. And its not some relaxation or beauty treatment... Its just "hell in the science lab"... It was the best SPA ever... But still I used multimeter in series as voltmeter... For those of you who don't know, multimeter can actually be used as both voltmeter(to calculate voltage) and ammeter(to calculate current)... So, basically I screwed up all my values... Coz I didn't have a clue how to use the damn thing! Yet somehow I managed to get a perfectly straight line for my graph... Anyways, its over now... So much for the best SPA ever! :| I need to get a real SPA treatment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sigh! Ok, the thing is that I have, for the record, had my worst exams ever... And I have not yet come to terms to Terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with K&amp;amp;I, and thanks to Sai bhaiyya's tutoring (thanks a lot buddy :D), I survived Section A... which was one epistemological essay allotted one and a half  hours... Then the other was also one and a half hours but we had to do essays, one of which included reading a two page long sucky article, that made my mind swirl! Its so unfair and unwise of them to partition the exam like that, I couldn't finish... &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then came Maths and English Literature on the same day!! Ah, now my ex-batchmates in India should be feeling lucky! All the best guys! Chiong all the way (Singlish ;D)! I couldn't finish Maths too, and I will surely fail because of some concealed biological reasons... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went for Lit and whistled my way through Section A (poetry comparision)... Thanks to Mrs. Creffield for that unprecedented and god-sent consultation! But I think I took more than the required time to write 4 pages... Hence, the incomplete Lit exam too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn't finish Physics too... But not because I didn't have time but because I didn't know what to write... I finished the 2-hour paper in 45 minutes! Can you believe it? Mr. Tay was liek ,"Try. Try." Coz I was sleeping after one hour! I know it sounds funny, but its pathetic for a previous school topper! Ah, my faded glories... I should learn to stop dwelling on them anymore.&lt;/p&gt;Chemistry was quite easy, and went quite well beyond my humble expectations (because I had opened the notes only when I reached the hall)... I hate myself for NOT STUDYING. WHY CAN'T I JUST SIT DOWN AND READ THE BLOODY NOTES??? Moving on, I think I should pass in Chem quite easily (I can't believe myself- I am talking in terms of passing and failing instead of 95% and 90%!!!) So, there goes the ultimate record for not being able to complete a single exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not going anywhere now... All my hopes for that one thing have being dashed to the ground by none else than me... Wow! perfect! *angry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am flying off to South Africa day on 8th morning... And there is excitement, but I am way too stressed for my packin' n shoppin' to be actually happy! Plus the Terms. And I am also going to miss Dance on Saturday... God, please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to call up people for my dance shoes, then go shopping, even though all I wanna do is watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S... Its like the ultimate stress-buster... They are unbelievably funny... :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5095570161378899108?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5095570161378899108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5095570161378899108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5095570161378899108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5095570161378899108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/03/storm-has-passed.html' title='The Storm has passed...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3087196631005588143</id><published>2008-02-29T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:08:31.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay, now I have moved on from being sweet sixteen to being sexy seventeen... *Smug* Haha, I have been 17 for 3 hours 40 minutes(Singapore time) and 1 hour 20 minutes(IST)... Wooh! Anyways, there is nothing much exciting about my birthday...It never was. Ever since I was in a school, I have faced exams on my b'day- last year being the only exception. So, thanks to Maths and Literature on monday, no parties, no outings, nothing. But I am content by the wishes and love. My dad was the first one to wish me this year too... Great partnership Dad! Hi-Five! Although my room-mate and the other best friend I have here hasn't wished me yet... I don't know if I am sad. Not actually. They will, they better. Thanks Ankita, Hai Ching, Wei Yong, Yi Rhu (from Malaysia &lt;3), Yuvika, Anchal, Frances and Mr. Yap. This goes on to show how girls are much more considerate and affectionate than boys. Buck up guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Exams are not so much in full swing. KI paper 1 was ok but I really screwed up the unfairly long and difficult Paper 2. I suck! And I have not even started studying for Physics, Chem, Maths or English! *ironic pat on the back* I have not even started preparing for South-Af... I so don't want anything to go wrong in this trip... Please Please Please... Working really hard for something secret. Hope it works out! I will be the happiest person on earth. Please once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And why does it keep happening to me? I discovered something really heart-breaking today... I suspected it but it was dissapointing anyways... One day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was Founder's Day yesterday (Actually its today, but ceremony was yesterday)... Saw all the prize winners and I was thinking why am I not there... I always used to be there... What happened? What went wrong? I soo need to work hard. Congrats Adi. And your Mom's the coolest! She came all the way here to surprise you! Wow! I wish I could achieve as much to make my parents proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I could, I will. Legend- wait for it, wait for it. And I hope you are not lactose impatient because the next part of the word is da(i)ry. Did anyone get it? I am going to study hard for terms, I already have the motivation now. Courtesy Mr. Mervin Sek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think I will take a nap now. Its 4 in the morning. Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17 years old mohito! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3087196631005588143?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3087196631005588143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3087196631005588143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3087196631005588143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3087196631005588143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me! :)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-1893992062914343615</id><published>2008-02-23T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:36:46.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7_a9n5u6LI/AAAAAAAAADg/5UYbTtx1oIs/s1600-h/For+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7_a9n5u6LI/AAAAAAAAADg/5UYbTtx1oIs/s400/For+Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170091649462626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie made me cry... Oh, maybe you can't just call 3 or 4 teardrops crying, but still! It was awesome and amazing and so touching and moving... Ah, now I actually like Hillary Swank- she's so cute!! :)))... And I want to go to Ireland (its the most picturesque place ever!), and I want to fall in Love &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ironic pat on the back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a mixed day yesterday, classes were fine... Had the most hilarious Chem class ever... Hats off to the teacher! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*evil grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I have now three KI essays to do. DIE!!! I got B in my literature essay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*jumps around with joy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am actually improving, Yay! I have loads and loads of work to do- study, shopping for South Af, study, packing for South Af, study, cleaning my room, study! AAAAA!! When am I ever going to be free??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*gives up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even as I am writing this, I am troubled by The Trojan Horse. No, its not the legendary war prop, it is a computer virus, that is slowly but certainly becoming biological. Proof: I have a headache with all the warnings and it just simply refuses to be cleaned away by my trustworthy AVG anti-virus and Windows Defender! SOS! HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a fight with the caterers in the hostel. "You SUCK! and your food SUCKS even more!" Then, Anuj and I complained to Mr. Wong about them. I am fed up of them. He started shouting at us when we tried to explain that he should verify before giving away the vegetarian food to any Tom-Dick-Harry! That was it. I am not going to take any more of their bullshit. Period. And I can already foresee the food problems I'm going to face during South Africa. Still- Vegetarianism ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I have to now plan for my yet-one-more-shopping-spree... I need to buy clothes, jazz boots, stuff for South Af and a wallet too! I need $$... ::D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more thing- I realize that there are a few special people in this world who care about such an idiot as me- my family, my friends, my teachers, my fans (just kidding!)... I want to take this time to remember all those people now because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'kya pata, kal ho na ho'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to say thanks for being there, loving me and everything else. You mean a lot to me. I won't take names here, in case my slow mind forgets some. But know that my heart never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-1893992062914343615?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1893992062914343615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=1893992062914343615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1893992062914343615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1893992062914343615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7_a9n5u6LI/AAAAAAAAADg/5UYbTtx1oIs/s72-c/For+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-246685812495961026</id><published>2008-02-20T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:28:44.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the spendthirft mohit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At home, I couldn't have imagined myself spending so much, but here I have no reins at all!! And I am on a spending-spree... For example, my earlier Chocolate waffle diet has gone from from waffle+toast to waffle+toast+brownies... I have to buy clothes, dance boots and don't know what else... Ate out today again, reason being my late home-coming from Drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, just to tell you- we had a pizza party in the cluster yesterday and I ate 5 slices! And I was half-dead after that... Maybe the green tea also killed me because there were no aerated drinks! Anyways, it was heaven of food after such a long time! Thankyou God! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I am losing my stamina and appetite for pizza now... I mean ONLY 5!!! o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I ate a kaya, butter toast with a P.o.S.H. brownie in school... Then bought Cheeseburger, Root-beer, Cheese fries, Orange Juice, Dough nut, Pasta! So much money spent! And I have South Af coming up soon'""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't taken a bath yet... Too lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yawns* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't go to school tomorrow, my whole body is like paralyzed! I just talked to one of my friends and almost ended up fighting, then she called from India. Thanks Anchal, Hug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mental note to self- Don't chat when you are tired and cranky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's pretty much it I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mohito says aloha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-246685812495961026?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/246685812495961026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=246685812495961026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/246685812495961026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/246685812495961026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-spendthirft-mohit.html' title='Meet the spendthirft mohit!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3917950775877201201</id><published>2008-02-18T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:48:19.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been busy as a bee (I still remember using that line in my letters)... But this time, its not fictional... I have literally no time... But I still feel I am wasting a lot of time... Anyways, Valentines Day was OK... Nothing more than that... Just got some gifts, and feeling super bad about not giving any... But I guess my love language is touch! A BIG sorry to my mortal in Dance- I didn't give any gifts for her 18th and Valentines... Bad Angel. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had DEP ISes- &lt;u&gt;two in a row&lt;/u&gt;! De Wei's on Saturday and Gabriel's on Sunday... Can you imagine going to the school at 6 o' clock at dawn! It was exciting but lethargic too... Hmmm... Saw some one very 'desirable' on Sunday morning... She was working as crew there... Won't mention names here, shall we? Both the ISes went great, all the best to both of you guys- you rock! And kudos to Lian Kim, Joanne, Rich, Aretha, Edlyn and Tazz for making both of the exams such a great experience... :D We also took photos after De Wei's exam, when is Joanne going to put them up??? Hurry Girl! And yup, Phew! Now I am quite free until As...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued from last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Chin has finally put up the great works of her photography on her journal... So, here are the photos&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;... G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r6c35u6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HLGahenqmpE/s1600-h/The+Emcee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r6c35u6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HLGahenqmpE/s400/The+Emcee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718896310446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Wei's great stint as the emcee... Congrats for the B... You are sure to get an A in the actual exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r7T35u6CI/AAAAAAAAACY/cKbeIhAoLw4/s1600-h/Hello+Darlings%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r7T35u6CI/AAAAAAAAACY/cKbeIhAoLw4/s400/Hello+Darlings%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719841203251234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Darlings"... Arethea, oops, Aretha as Sally Bowles ... Rock on chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r8-n5u6EI/AAAAAAAAACo/XQVS3_eHB7I/s1600-h/Try+Helga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r8-n5u6EI/AAAAAAAAACo/XQVS3_eHB7I/s400/Try+Helga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168721675154286658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try Helga aka Edlyn"... Our source of inspiration... She was more enthu than De Wei himself... Its always amazing to have her zing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r9vX5u6FI/AAAAAAAAACw/kRyRl49ay8c/s1600-h/Beautiful+Pianists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r9vX5u6FI/AAAAAAAAACw/kRyRl49ay8c/s400/Beautiful+Pianists.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168722512672909394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I told you that the pianist was beautiful"... Our source of Joy and music too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r-TH5u6GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/maYtkyoBRgQ/s1600-h/Lulu-+the+cunning+linguist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r-TH5u6GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/maYtkyoBRgQ/s400/Lulu-+the+cunning+linguist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168723126853232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fabulous photographer herself- Joanne... Lulu, the cunning linguist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;NOTE: The shear in her stocking is not to make her look unglam, but to portray the poverty of the cabaret dancers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r_aX5u6HI/AAAAAAAAADA/dkF4DEGK9IE/s1600-h/Rosie+changed+partners%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r_aX5u6HI/AAAAAAAAADA/dkF4DEGK9IE/s400/Rosie+changed+partners%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168724350918912114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*gapes with an open mouth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because they are acting lesbians, thats their characters but because Rosie (also sometimes refered to as Richenda the gossip girl) is cheating on Lulu for Sally!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, presenting the carbaret boys :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r71H5u6DI/AAAAAAAAACg/qwekD6R5miU/s1600-h/The+legendary+gays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r71H5u6DI/AAAAAAAAACg/qwekD6R5miU/s400/The+legendary+gays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168720412433901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two straightest guys on earth (keeping my fingers crossed for you Tazz :p)  playing &lt;u&gt;The legendary gays&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*drumroll* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sARH5u6II/AAAAAAAAADI/IsjCaCaJ9Cc/s1600-h/Bhaktibhaav+Taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sARH5u6II/AAAAAAAAADI/IsjCaCaJ9Cc/s400/Bhaktibhaav+Taj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168725291516749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And Hermann (me)! "There is nothing funny about Hermann"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sAm35u6JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V3dmbx-Vuv8/s1600-h/DSC_6070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sAm35u6JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V3dmbx-Vuv8/s400/DSC_6070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168725665178904722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama mia! This shot of mine is the sexiest, classiest, most glamorous photo in the world. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Can anyone notice the pimple on my face? No right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday i.e. yesterday, we had this exchange program with Mandala University from the Philipines in Dance... It was very hasty and last-minute at first: We suddenly decided to do the whole of 'Culture in Motion' and Feedback too! They performed their own traditional dances, and they were awesome and very professional! But AC Dancers certainly left their own mark too- you just burn the Aerobics studio guys! As I had to leave for Drama, I couldn't have the good-lookin' smokin' hot food! Sigh... I am too lazy to post any photos now... So, just go to Joanne's journal from my links and see for yourself... My fav. photo:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sD-35u6KI/AAAAAAAAADY/jjgdWxWNUPw/s1600-h/Dancers+with+Filipinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7sD-35u6KI/AAAAAAAAADY/jjgdWxWNUPw/s400/Dancers+with+Filipinos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168729376030648482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the group photo =)))) I was almost dying and I am sure Joan was too... We stood there for hours posing for photographs, feeling like celebrities... It felt damn good! Haha, just kidding... They were really nice people and we all had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was Disaster! Not because of the rehearsal but because someone very important now hates me and he thinks that I broke his trust and I am not loyal to him... I hope I could tell you face-to-face but this is not the case Raj because I respect you and you are very very very significant in my life... Please don't lose faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt; (actually its past midnight, but never mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless is on a roll! Its now called "Journey" from "Passion, Power &amp;amp; Pirouettes" from "The Best in me"... Please let this be as awesome as "Timeless" because it surely can't be better with my seniors missing! I miss you. Raj has told us about the numbers, the genres, the themes, the casting, and I gather there will be a set and a backdrop! Yuppa Yuppa Andre Andre! And there will be the dance jacket with a hood and the restless outfit (Jeans and T) in the opening! Picture that! :D I can't stop day-dreaming about it! And I can't wait for it! =))) Please Please let it be a blast and a time to shine and bond with all the AC Dancers and Raj and madams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall rest my voice now. Pretty long post. Aniice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito (thats going to be written on my ACsian Theatre jacket- All the world's a stage!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the photos are copyright Joanne Chin and stolen from her blog by Agent M. *SMUG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3917950775877201201?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3917950775877201201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3917950775877201201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3917950775877201201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3917950775877201201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R7r6c35u6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HLGahenqmpE/s72-c/The+Emcee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-41173596931355778</id><published>2008-02-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:04:45.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't stop the beat... Ever Ever after! =)</title><content type='html'>Those are the two songs going through my mind right now... Connections- Dance, Raj, Female singers, Drama Dancers like Yun Ning, Clarice, Jasreen (sorry if I spelt your name wrong)... Its fun, and really this time- fun is killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Wait, I need to go for a bath first... Be right back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I am back- feeling fresh, sitting topless (I prefer minimal clothing ;D) and typing in front of the notebook... By the way, Happy Valentines to you! Wooh, the  day of love is here! Not that there is anything special in store for me though- I am usually quite unlucky in the matters of the heart... Let me see, I am thinking about some really special people right now... It was and is great to know you... And that is all I will say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Wait, I need to make a call back home to some one extra special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*searches for the calling card*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.. there you are!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back again... Well, it was a nice (interrupted twice) talk... I love the breeze when I am half naked (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignore&lt;/span&gt;)! It was nice to talk to her after so many months (a record three!)... But I am worried for her... hope everything works out well for her... As for me, I don't know when will anything work out at all! *gives up, almost*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind because I am pathetically optimistic... There is still hope, my friend! Today was as busy and tiring as ever... I was excused from what could be 'my last X-country in AC' for ACsian Theatre... I even didn't do PE today... Thanks Mdm Lim for being so understanding... I don't have a substantial text role in the play but that is fine with me... Maybe, I am not worth it... Scope for improvement, ha! Told you- I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pathetically optimistic... &lt;/span&gt;Dance was awesome, we finished the second dance too... but I am having an overdose these days... I mean come on, its almost every day of the week now... Save the Sundays! But tara tata ta, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lovin'&lt;/span&gt; it! =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAA!! I have lots of work... I shall make a list *wishes this will help*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;high priority.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study. Study. Study.&lt;/span&gt; Chem CA approaching (Friday). Maths File (tomorrow). Terms clouding above (in two weeks).&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean and arrange the room. Its a mess. Shelves (need ordering), Notes (need filing), clothes (need ironing), bed (need sheets), table (needs clearing up), cupboard (needs something), food (needs eating). In short, everything.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping.. Also refers to buying clothes, dance boots, wallet and stuff for SA. Hurry!&lt;br /&gt;4. Work-out. Pump and chin-ups. No need for extra Dancing! D'uh! 0_O&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay my bills. School bills, Phone bills, other bills.&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to Singtel. They are drivin' me crazyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me please. Looking for a 'gaurdian angel' O=) to whoosh my troubles away, especially in view of Valentines Day... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mohito&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; needs love like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all those happy couples out there. Just Love It.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. To all those single n happy people out there (like me). Wait For It.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S. To all those troubled couples out there. Work For It.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S. Its Valentines Day. Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-41173596931355778?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/41173596931355778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=41173596931355778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/41173596931355778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/41173596931355778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-cant-stop-beat-ever-ever-after.html' title='You can&apos;t stop the beat... Ever Ever after! =)'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8715226986331767764</id><published>2008-02-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:13:45.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>So, I am sitting here with my laptop on my lap... with the headphones on my head... that reminds me that no music is playing and I turn on 'Beautiful Love'- I love that song, just a bit too fast for this moment... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(What a beautiful smile)&lt;/span&gt;...  I am in a state of mess- in every way of the phrase... My room is a mess, well not so much, but still way below the standard of organized... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Maybe, a greater thing will happen)&lt;/span&gt;... The weather outside my dusty and closed windows is pleasant... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(On this beautful night, we'll make everything right)&lt;/span&gt;... Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishesh just came and asked for ketchup, took it and went... I have been dwelling upon the lack of human interaction for so many days now! Ah, I will survive... Rihanna's 'Cry' is playing now- no particular significance... I see my guitar next to the wall, rotting away... my books and notes fluttering in the wind, piled up on the table and shelves... And I think to myself- "Where am I headed to?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 day long holidays are going for CNY... Maybe I shouldn't be so cynical... hmmm... Xian nian kwai la (Did I say it right, Steph? ;D)... I didn't even wish anyone Happy Chinese New Year this time :( Happy New Year of the Rat everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day, save for the end of it... I and Anuj went and played cricket with the AJ ppl... awesome food@ Little India... then, the singing@ Farrer Park (I am not so sure if that park was actually farrer park or not! Haha)... But then, we came back to the hostel and my splendid mood was spoiled by INSIGNIFICANT some ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless IV's 'An Unanswered Question' playing now... And I am inevitably reminded of my dance idol- Steph... Hw r u? Haven't caught up with you in a long while... you should know why... Don't know if you will ever read this, but hope you are doing fine... No hope you are doing great, you deserve every bit of it. I shall speak no more about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Stay. Stay. Stay. Stayyy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(How many times do I have to try to tell you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots on my mind, but nothing in my actions... Studies- my ambitious plans of completing 5 maths tutorials in these hols going down the drain! =s Then, I have to plan for my parents' holidays here... And South Africa- I am happy for having made it, but worried too- about Raj, the vaccinations (Ouch!), about not having given the passport thingy, and about shopping for SA! And also I haven't done Himavad Bhaiyya's work for the GC yet... Feeling damn guilty about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jawed Ahmed's 'Bin Tere' now- reminds of my heartaches now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Bin tere kya hai jeena)&lt;/span&gt;... I wish Umang is doing fine... haven't talked to her for a long time... since 10th December of last year actually... almost three months! Can't believe it, but I think I am getting over her now... as long as she is happy... Can't talk about it anymore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Far away, I feel your beating heart...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(I tried to find my place with you... What a beautiful...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be highly incoherent, depressing, incomplete post... Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito (needs refrigeration!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A cheering thought. I have been recently inspired and fascinated by photography... *prays for a new camera*... All thanks to Joanne, rather her blog... Rock on chica! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R6xv6e7cWmI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1hOtAgj86c/s1600-h/Austria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R6xv6e7cWmI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1hOtAgj86c/s320/Austria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164625923212597858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8715226986331767764?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8715226986331767764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8715226986331767764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8715226986331767764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8715226986331767764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/R6xv6e7cWmI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1hOtAgj86c/s72-c/Austria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6093679735579819056</id><published>2008-01-31T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:27:14.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba bye January 2008!</title><content type='html'>You came and you flew past... I just realized today is one month since I last saw 2007... I am personifying things way too much, right? Hmmm... Reflecting back on the month that is gone forever- it was pretty fruitful CCA-wise... I made new friends and got older ones back... Studies- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough, cough&lt;/span&gt;! That is one area I have to work on! Pretty disappointing month as to my lifestyle- disorder and chaos reigns! I still have not arranged my shelves and cupboards the way they are supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe one month has passed since I and Joanne were sitting on the benches in void-deck (I think its cool too!) and talking about one of my favorite topics- Life! Well, it has pretty much changed since then, and I think its time for another chat Chin, but about something that is also very important to both of us- AC Dance. But only when you recover completely from ailments (take care ok) and also get some free time. Quite improbable right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With February will come Chinese New Year , Valentine's day *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shudderr* &lt;/span&gt;(Remember last time? Chicken pox?),   and then of course- The Term Exams!! *Fire-alarm goes on* I hope I work hard and do up to my ability... i am in dire need of some As on my report card! I need to start organizing my life- Keep the healthy diet and work out going, tidy up my room, start preparing for SATs, focus on studies more than on CCAs, and some "unspeakable" stuff! Imao... And I should be just fine... Happy feb '08 to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito (Cool as a blizzard right now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6093679735579819056?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6093679735579819056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6093679735579819056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6093679735579819056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6093679735579819056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/ba-bye-january-2008.html' title='Ba bye January 2008!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3662026781426194201</id><published>2008-01-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:51:03.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an AC Dancer</title><content type='html'>"i take H3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;-ology"- this is what my new AC Dance shirt says... Uber cool right? I am even wearing it right now... Can't take it off! Haha, it is just so me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through mixed emotions... I am jubilant for getting approved for South-Africa... Looking forward to one helluva fun time with the thespians... I am humbled that I am still in the 'prototype group' for Feedback! Still can't believe my luck! I am on top of the world because I am spending so much time dancing with the AC Dancers! I am happy that I have finally mastered the art of staying awake in lectures! And even though it takes money, I am eating a lot of healthy food- just the other day I bought milk, bananas, apples, bread, juice and Snickers (the last one was for a friend)... Wish I could 'work out' a bit more though (Work, you've got to work your body baby... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sizzzles&lt;/span&gt;!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious about 'my most favorite group of people on earth' though- The AC Dancers... The society is going through lots of rough patches these days... Two very certain guys have left us... We are riddled by injuries and ailments... Keeping my fingers crossed that I don't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;onjunctivitis at this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hinese New Year like last time's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hicken Pox (On Valentine's day too!@#$%^&amp;amp;); but notice the 'C' connection between the diseases and CNY... Someone even suggested Cancer :-o !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the topic; the biggest flaw of this batch is that we are not together (all of us), and that obviously shows on stage... No matter how good we are at faking it... This is when I start missing my J3s... They were so much together- more like a family of friends... And this is a serious issue especially in the face of J1s coming in; because we are the ones who have to show them what AC Dance is all about... To infuse the spirit of 'friends for life' into them... Dancers, if you are reading this, please don't take it personally. I might be wrong but this is what I feel... We are all amazing individuals and special people; with the possible exception of  myself! But we are not yet there as a group... We have gangs of really close friends, but I see broken fragments put together, not one masterpiece. I know we have a long way to go as an ensemble, and I am sure we can feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, personally for me, AC Dance is the reason I go to college because honestly, I will be much more productive if I teach myself and do self-study than in the sleepy lectures and tutorials (at least most of them). Its the only motivation that is keeping me going, that washes away all my stress and keeps me lively and happy, even in the face of academic failures, misconduct and poor lifestyle! Why do I like AC Dance so much? Sorry, did I just say "like"- let me change my words- Why do I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;AC Dance so much? There are three very simple reasons- AC Dancers, Raj and the teachers. I dance for my fellow dancers, to make a difference in their lives, so that they derive joy watching me dance and dancing with me. I don't know if you really comprehend the extent of what I feel for the "h3 dance-ologers ;D "... Let me put it this way- There are some dancers I would even risk my life for, and trying by all means not to sound cheesy- I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't expect that from other dancers. But we should at least all be friends... For instance, there are some dancers, who completely ignore me when I see them in the corridor... Others who don't respond to my HIs and Hellos, which is nothing but sad or depressing... Well, all this is what I wanted to talk it out with my President (We've got issues to talk about, man), because I believe she is one person who can surely turn the tides around... I have faith in all of the AC Dancers- we can make it there together guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito (Phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. By the way, Great job in the AC celebrations rehearsal... You all really turned it on that day- 'Culture in motion' was truly magical that day... Kudos to all of you. Yup, Raj and the madams too! :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. One more complain (I am such a whining idiot)- My angel, if you are reading this, thou art warned! Write to me a 'love-filled' letter asap (preferably with a gift) or else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3662026781426194201?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3662026781426194201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3662026781426194201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3662026781426194201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3662026781426194201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/confessions-of-ac-dancer.html' title='Confessions of an AC Dancer'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-5917027300554569216</id><published>2008-01-28T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:39:57.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations &amp; Celebrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blows trumpets all over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not celebrating an early Chinese New Year!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been selected for Acsian Theatre's South Africa tour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dances around in the middle of the night*&lt;/span&gt;... I am trying to be humble about this, but I am too happy for that right now... And I just took a bath adds to the festivity of the situation (no, I take a bath almost everyday :-)- Its just that I feel very fresh and smell nice! Yay! Ok, I am humble about it and very thankful to madams, friends, drama, everyone, god, but I have to tell the truth- I was kind of expecting this... Thanks for not breaking the chain of my good times since I was born! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the problems- Raj... I respect him, idolize him and consider him very significant in my life for teaching me so much more than dance... And I just wanted him to support me in this decision... But he is averse to me going with drama to SA... I understand his concern, but it is unnecessary... true, I will be missing more than one week of Dance but thats just 3-4 days... I can come back and learn the steps... And besides, so many other dancers are going- Beverly, Ying, Clarice, Dharshini, Edlyn, Lesley... Why only me? Does Raj expect more of me? If he does, he should trust me to give Dance my 100%... this year's Restless is probably the second most important thing for me in 2008, first is A-Levels... D'uh! And it is not even confirmed that there will be dance practices during March holidays! Moreover, it is such a 'once-in-a-lifetime' opportunity for me- to learn, to explore, to experience, to enjoy! I want to goooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS please, some one help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-5917027300554569216?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5917027300554569216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=5917027300554569216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5917027300554569216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/5917027300554569216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/congratulations-celebrations.html' title='Congratulations &amp; Celebrations!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3281257742212560812</id><published>2008-01-24T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T07:12:52.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Rocxxx!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was superrr-day! Inspite of the fact that there was mass PE! You know what- I enjoy mass PE! Ya, dont give me "that look"! I like exerting myself (Push It, push it to the limit, limit!)... Feeling the pain because I feel growing faster, higher, stronger! (I hope I got the order correct! If not, feel free to comment.) Hey, I am not a masochist by the way! It just gives me satisfaction to push myself physically and get better and better at it... I wish I could feel the same for my studies, which are soooo damn boring... Ya, so where was I? Ya, today's PE contributed to making my day because I got my best ever timing 8:40 for 2 k.m. and I finished third among all the guys! Now thats something I can be glad about, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not all, I didn't sleep at all during classes... I guess I have finally found a way to keep myself awake... Annotation and beautification of notes... As long I keep scribbling or drawing(relevant stuff), I am more productive in class! Great, Problem solved! Hopefully :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse Dance! AC Dance, then drama dance! Woohoo! I had an amazing time learning the new number with the dancers- "Do you like my style... Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy"... Its awesome, the only problem is we are performing this dance only in May- For Restless V! I cannot wait for it! :D Then, ACsian Theatre- its basically couple dance with my good old partner again! Ya, I am kind of glad to be back with my "oh-so-many-times" Tapestry dance partner... And Raj was like "Hmmm... Mohit, not bad haan, I didn't know..." *Smirk* Kudos to you, you are so light and so expressive, thats all the reason for our chemistry (On-stage ONLY :p)... Though someone said we should get together... ahem, ahem! Don't worry, I have yet not fallen for you!  *girl takes a sigh of relief* Haha, but notice the word "yet"! Just kidding... You know that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my luck that we were released earlier because of CNY dance... Even though I am totally crazy about dancing and I am almost a dance-oholic, a break is always welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what, came back... I guess just studied a bit... And as I am writing after four days, I dont remember much of what else made my day... Should have been my friends!! Hi-Five! I have to do CHEM Weekend assignment!! AAAAAAA!! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohito {}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3281257742212560812?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3281257742212560812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3281257742212560812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3281257742212560812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3281257742212560812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-rocxxx.html' title='Life Rocxxx!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-2028684669109833490</id><published>2008-01-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:54:07.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTD (Song of the day)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do not say that you are weak and you cannot take care of yourself, or that I am “Superman”… But “When I am with you”, I just want to make sure that I take care of you… Because we are friends… And “Thats what friends are for”… This song just puts my feelings into words… Wish I were better at saying things…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEREVER YOU WILL GO&lt;br /&gt;By: The Calling (Rock on :D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So lately, been wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone, you’ll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;and between the sand and stone&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And maybe, I’ll find out&lt;br /&gt;The way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Well then I hope there’s someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Runaway with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stay with you for all of time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. Please listen to this masterpiece if you have not…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-2028684669109833490?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2028684669109833490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=2028684669109833490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2028684669109833490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/2028684669109833490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/sotd-song-of-day.html' title='SOTD (Song of the day)!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3396315949398416978</id><published>2008-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:53:00.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happys Endings! 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel elated by today’s, rather tonight’s turn of events… I know its so much harder to snub your ego and be the first one to sort things out, but the end results are so much better… I am sorry that I hurt you, even though I didn’t mean to… And I am so thankful for your friendship, that you were the most amazing person to have a fight with- just because it was so easy to resolve… *HUG* Not that I am keen on any repeat telecasts of this episode… I just cannot stand not talking to you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was awesome- I said everything I wanted to say and hopefully you said whatever you wanted to let out… All those bottled up things were just getting to me… Thanks for bearing with me, you are truly my angel! I could not thank you enough for being so patient, so understanding, sooo simply great! You rock yaar! Quoting from today’s chapel (it really hit me hard too, was thinking about you all the time)- I am “your community, to see you through your ministry, to be together in all celebrations and adversities” because I will always be there for you…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc252;"&gt;“I will never let you fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc252;"&gt;I will stand up with you forever, ( &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc252;"&gt;I will be there for you through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc252;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.” =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. And I insist I did not ditch you… even if I wanted to, I could not… because I care too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3396315949398416978?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3396315949398416978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3396315949398416978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3396315949398416978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3396315949398416978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/happys-endings-8d.html' title='Happys Endings! 8D'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-3846373612791132035</id><published>2008-01-23T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:52:00.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could hurt this bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am hurt :*( … And for the &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; in my life, I hate myself! For being hurt, for hurting someone… You reminded me of that inevitable fact that I can get hurt and I can hurt people… I was living in this sugar dream that I cant be down ever! But now I am awake!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But this is not what I wanted… between us… And I tried to make things better, you can’t deny that. Sorry for not being up to the mark though… AAAAAAAA!! I dont even know what you are feeling, I don’t know if this even bothers you because I surely can’t go on like this… I just know you think I ditched you, and surprisingly that doesn’t surprise you! Have I done it before? I am sorry for not realizing it, I am sorry that I suck. Trust me- I know you don’t want to, but please try, just this time- I tried my best to care for you, to make a better friend… I guess it wasn’t good enough =( I would just say that I didn’t want to ruin it even more by being near you at that point… I didn’t want to be a burden, the reason for your pain!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope we can get this out of our way soon… I am not going to wait for you to take the first step, because I can’t afford to lose your friendship. I admit I am tired of pushing, its been pretty much one-way, but I will hang on, because I am not a quitter. And just like you, I DO NOT ditch! Trust me or not! I will make it alright!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks Yi Rhu, for encouraging me! Ah, it feels great to be encouraged, to be on the receiving end of the warm gestures and words…  Thanks for always being there, at my side (even though you’re far away)… I promise I will make it alright and be like you- always there for my friends! At least I will try my best, hope it’s enough…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope you are alright. I was always there for you, all you needed to was call. Take Care friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-3846373612791132035?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3846373612791132035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=3846373612791132035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3846373612791132035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/3846373612791132035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-could-hurt-this-bad.html' title='I could hurt this bad!'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-8930344694699777529</id><published>2008-01-23T08:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:50:22.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Ya, I know I am a bit late but still- “Happy Birthday to you Dad”… 17th January- One of the most important days in my life… More precisely, the whole reason of my Life! And those of you who are thinking that how could I not wish my own Dad on his birthday, just for your information: I was the first one to actually greet him, just like last year… But its really ironic I never did that when we were living together… But now when he’s away, I stay up until 2:30, just to wish him “Happy Birthday” and give him a virtual hug! &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; Hmm… I wish I was wiser…&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;“My Dad’s the best Dad in the world”… I am sure everyone has heard of or even said this line- but I haven’t because “My Dad is better than the best”… Lol, that used to be the tag-line for the electronics company- BPL, remember? Jokes apart, he really is. He’s the coolest, most caring, affectionate, exemplary, responsible, fulfilling, motherly and fatherly(Yup, both), friendliest, funniest, amazing Father ever! To sum it up, he is the person I love the most in the whole wide world, and I would give anything, literally anything, for him…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to take this time (4:30 a.m. Singapore Time, Haha xD!) to thank you Dad, to hug you, to hold your finger again for every single thing that you have done for me, for us, for Ma, for Dadaji and Dadiji, for our family- all those sacrifices, hard work (I know its an understatement and I am not doing justice to what you have actually done, but trying), Thanks for all those times… Those fights when the only way you punished me (and yourself too) was by not talking to me… Sorry for all those times!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my perpetual answer was- “I dunno!” But all this time I have wanted to be someone like you… Always! You are such a superdad! I cant thank God enough for you… And truly, I am in awe of you… I look at you and cant believe Dadiji when she tells me that you were the college gangster of your days! Because right now, you are the politest and friendliest person on earth! Even the knowledge of you being a chain smoker shocks me when you don’t even touch a cigarette now, even if the cupboard still has some imported packets (But I guess I had some part to play in that &lt;b&gt;*smug*&lt;/b&gt;)… You’ve quit alcohol, anger, fighting, smoking, just like it had no hold on you, like you were always in control… The day I came to know that you had diabetes was one of the gloomiest and darkest days of my life, yet it seems diabetes is a breeze to you, your sugar level is better than mine or any other normal person and eat everything that is cooked and never complain… And I am both embarrassed and proud of how young you look- I mean if my teacher can ask me if you are my elder brother when you are 44, what more can I say? - When would I be like you??? When???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-8930344694699777529?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8930344694699777529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=8930344694699777529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8930344694699777529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/8930344694699777529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/papa-3.html' title='Papa &lt;3'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-547063999937595028</id><published>2008-01-23T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:49:43.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me- Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;continued… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;aims&lt;/i&gt;. I am genuinely aimless right now. However, I have some short term goals- from doing my laundry to getting straight As for A-levels (pls pls pls)…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;description&lt;/i&gt;. I am a friend, forever. A bit too emotional and sensitive for a guy, but thats ok I guess! I am not focussed or disciplined or hard working, but I am passionate and honest and most importantly- Human… Lol, none of those qualities make any sense though… I am very anal to be a perfectionist, but I can without competition the biggest ever self-proclaimed procrastinator alive! No doubt about it, no questions about it &lt;b&gt;(full stop) &lt;/b&gt;I will keep on adding to this section as and when necessary…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;random comment&lt;/i&gt;. Ugly layout, boring posts, no items. My Blog sucxxx… AAAAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-547063999937595028?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/547063999937595028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=547063999937595028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/547063999937595028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/547063999937595028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-part-ii.html' title='Me- Part II'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-1548559412627733655</id><published>2008-01-23T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:49:12.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, technically should have been my first post… Never mind, I never actually like talking about myself, honestly, I am not saying this because I am humble or something (thats another thing that I of course am at the ‘height of humility, ;D , kidding as usual!)… So, I am Mohit and I am a normal human being.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;life’s philosophy.&lt;/i&gt; Even though I take KI, I am not an overtly philosophical person. My funda for life is simple- Learn from your past (although I always fail to do that), plan for your future (seldom manageable) but no matter what just live in the moment! I am very proud of the fact that I am generally a very happy person, and seldom do I get depressed or angry or jealous or all those range of negative emotions(Phew, my life is screwed up enough for all that shit!)…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;likes n dislikes.&lt;/i&gt; My favorite &lt;u&gt;people&lt;/u&gt; on Earth are my parents, my dadaji, my friends ( my friends forever at Home, Indian scholars, Malaysian scholars, AC Dancers, AC Thespians, AC Debators, AC councilors and the rest of all those special people who fall in the category- “gems”), my teachers (not all of them though, yikes!) , and a lot many others who just respond warmly when I greet them! Yay! &lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/u&gt;(tasty Indian, Italian vegetarian)- chocolate, dal makhani, pau bhaji, pizzas, pastas, aloo burgers, rajma, chole, shahee paneer, yummm… Icecreams, cakes, a lot of stuff! &lt;u&gt;Games n Sports&lt;/u&gt;- soccer, cricket, tennis, badminton, beach volleyball, golf, go-karting, ice skating, chess, carrom, cards, anything also can, Hehe! Places- Beaches, Mountains, Lakes, Forests, Home, Bed, Couch, etc. etc. &lt;u&gt;Activities&lt;/u&gt;- Dancing (dancin’ my life), Music (livin’ my music) includes playing guitar, keyboard, singing (restricted to only my bathroom, Injurious to health elsewhere!), sleeping, talking with friends, watching movies and sitcoms like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Prison Break, Heroes, etc., blogging, organizing stuff (lol!), dancing some more, reading (novels ONLY, I try n maintain safest distance possible from course books), swimming, playing, going for walks with friends, eating, acting, laughing, eating and dancing some more! &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not Much Dislikes. Bad Food. Bad Music. Bad People (fake, bitchy and not-good at heart). And yeah, Studying- I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-1548559412627733655?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1548559412627733655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=1548559412627733655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1548559412627733655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/1548559412627733655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/me.html' title='ME.'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6216934577455420466</id><published>2008-01-23T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:31:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp'fireless'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew! I was high and tired by the time I hit my bed, and that reminded me that my roomie Anuj was coming back the next morning. And I had to go to the airport to receive him, but of course I wouldn’t be able to get up in time! Hehe…Today was phenomenal, but obviously it could have been much better if people I care about would reciprocate a bit, and forget about the misunderstandings of the past… *gets down to his knees* Please, you are really special to me…But we shall not mention names here!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, focusing on the brighter side- I had a lot of fun and bonding with a lot of other friends, while dancing the mass dance, the dance number and kiss kiss with drama! All the performances, in fact the whole Orientation 2008, was like- WOW! I spent a heaven of 12 hours in school from 11 in the morning to 11 in the night! Yipeee!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First, I helped in the CCA exhibition for Dance and Drama too… Then, some of the dancers(including me) rehearsed the mass dance singles! After Lunch, we had dance practice but unfortunately, God had rain in store for us when it was time for blocking…So, basically the venue of Orientation Campfire was shifted to The Hall, which led Raymond to christen it as The Camp’Fireless’! I can just guess how they (Christians) explained it as the greater good work of The Lord! No offense meant…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After our stunning but draining performances for both AC Dance and Acsian Theatre, we crashed Orientation even though Ms. Yu had asked to go home… But it was so unfair, so I dont care! We(Yup, I was not the only Dancer crashing) had the most amazing time in a long time! Watching videos, acts by the clan heads, photos, singing the school anthem, and lastly, “pushing it to the limit”! Yeah, Mass Dance! Even though I didn’t actually know the couples dance, Pris and Sheryl and Bev(all sweethearts) kind of taught me during the dances. But I wanted to groove and dance with a lot more people ~~~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was really missing my own Orientation and so, had one, no actually three of the Floats from 2AA1….It helped. I know I make no sense… Haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mohito 8D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6216934577455420466?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6216934577455420466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6216934577455420466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6216934577455420466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6216934577455420466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/campfireless.html' title='Camp&apos;fireless&apos;'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6457810269284419028</id><published>2008-01-23T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:31:02.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm…I should be doing my Chemistry H1 assignment for my dear chemistry teacher *shudder*… Or I should be making those stickers for AC Dance… Or I should be doing my Lit holiday homework (even though the holidays are over!)… But no, instead I am here- Writing a blog entry!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was exciting, depressing, grueling, fantastic etc. etc…. After the normal school stuff (which included a revision test for Physics, in which I got 11 out of 20…Grrr), I danced away to the mass dance all the way until 5…Then, we had DANCE! Which was fun, esp. with the J3s, until this costume trouble with Hann Bin and Lam… Poor Ying and Peter got all the heat from RJ, even tough it wasn’t their fault… And then, Raj scolded us all for not performing well &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; ! He even went to the point of saying that today was his worst Xperience in AC Dance, and that really hurt :*(! Of course, we all took it in a constructive way and shed tears and then huddled and prayed and hugged. And Rich completely stole my thoughts away when she said that “this is the reason why I come to school”… OMG, I am so completely in love with AC Dancers! Muahh! Wont trade them for anything in the world… Amazing it is, right? How we emerge better, stronger and closer after each scolding (keep up the good work, Raj)… Oh, by the way, some say I am improving! *Smug* Haha, I just want to give to the group, so that we all shine together…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, after Drama, Raj said that I was getting better, but also was turning arrogant- and &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; is my worst fear! I’d rather be a lousy dancer than an arrogant, haughty person… I talked to him separately about it, so he told me it could be subconsciously… I tried to work on that and shine within the group, hope it worked! I soo wanna be a part of them always… &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, after Dance (finished around 9) I practiced the steps with Hann Bin… Came back aboard 196 with Shawn, and we actually talked after sooo long! But then, I had to go on to Clementi to buy Food, precisely Cheeseburger, Fries and Doughnuts! :p Yummy, finally I am full… And now I am sleepy…HOMEWORK!! AAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mohito &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6457810269284419028?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6457810269284419028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6457810269284419028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6457810269284419028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6457810269284419028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-2nd-post.html' title='My 2nd Post'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606375684526722345.post-6757800876046119571</id><published>2008-01-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:30:26.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Happy Brand New Year! Even though its technically over by now… Finally, I am here, on my blog! Sheesh, and all I can think of is how long will it last? But lets not go into that on my first post! So what should I inaugurate the blog with??? Obviously, I cant start by writing about myself! I am not that self-centered, you see (Wink! Wink!)…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2008 is here and its not exactly started the way I wanted it to…but I guess its pretty fine, except for the fact that school reopens tomorrow, and I have not touched my homework, literally! When will I start studying???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I officially start this blog (ahem!), two people, or rather their blogs, need special mention… For inspiring me towards blogs! First is Les… Don’t go with the name, she is much more than that- Lesley (means ‘Grey Castle’)… She might not have the slightest clue, but her entries have definitely left their mark on me- and I definitely recommend her writings. Critical acclaim ha! Les, I think you should write more- like the secondary school days you know… The second person is Ankita… OMG! Its like living so many emotions at the same time(or rantings, as she calls it!!)… Ankita’s H.E.A.D.S.P.A.C.E. is one of my favorite pastime, with due regards to all her feelings poured into it- and don’t worry yaar, I don’t judge you by your blog- I know you too well to judge you! &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess thats pretty much all for the first post… I guess I will write some of my diary entries and my thinkable thoughts in here, which is hazardous stuff by the way :p! I am sure that if Microsoft Word would have had feelings, it would have been sick of me by now… Lol!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have a great year ahead…Watch this space for Resolutions!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mohito  &lt;img src="http://blogoutofdbox.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="8)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4606375684526722345-6757800876046119571?l=blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6757800876046119571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4606375684526722345&amp;postID=6757800876046119571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6757800876046119571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4606375684526722345/posts/default/6757800876046119571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogoutofdbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-new-beginning.html' title='To A New Beginning...'/><author><name>mohito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372039114216171000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9pbB0qchVo/StHrKGEYznI/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2w38wlvb-0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
