<?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-2791374689651308276</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:37.141-07:00</updated><category term='Friendship....'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Fantasy and Fairy Tale...'/><category term='life and love'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Friendship...Good vs Evil'/><category term='blood is thicker than water'/><category term='World as it is...'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Today...'/><category term='Love And Pain'/><category term='Magic'/><title type='text'>MeKhsBloG...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-2965848294650289659</id><published>2009-01-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:56:51.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Standing outside admiring the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;As I stared into the future with an alluring smile,&lt;br /&gt;The convincing, enduring speech,&lt;br /&gt;The kinda heart which does not lurch;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Sudden confusion annexing my heart,&lt;br /&gt;            As I stared bluntly into the screen,&lt;br /&gt;            A moment of dead silence,&lt;br /&gt;            Listening to my heart sink;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought of might and maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Making me lose the truth sight,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship being on the stake,&lt;br /&gt;The kinda risk I cannot afford to take…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-2965848294650289659?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/2965848294650289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=2965848294650289659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2965848294650289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2965848294650289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused.html' title='Confused!!!!!'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-5999736505958325027</id><published>2008-11-26T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:53:06.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>Cruelty :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I watched this 7 minutes video clip on pets. Not how cute they are - Not how much of change they can bring to us - Not how much of a companian they can be...But, about cruelty and our lack of humanity,maybe we are confused with the term humanity. Its not only toward human u know... It was 7 minutes of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Despite the fact that we hear from all over the world how much pets can help human to live a better life, some of us decide to ignore it as a fact and turn the other way and yet claim ourselves to be a 6 sensed being. So much of ignorance in our side isnt?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963608297329746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SS1UduIf1FI/AAAAAAAAALI/pcBQJkgjLFc/s200/animal+cruelty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The voluntary pets services like the SPCA try their best to find a home for stranded pets. Sometimes due to circumstances, they have to choose a painful path to put them to sleep. Thats one thing. What really hurts is that the fate we create for them and somehow make ourselves to believe that its for their best. About 6 million dogs die or being put to sleep anually due to disease, injury, strayed, ignored, abandoned and being shot. And circumstances we call.... Knock a little sense and ask yourself, isnt us who contributed to this painful sin? Cant we stop it if we want to?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963098153655586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SS1UABsxHSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UxFwBap_NQg/s200/AC3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Euthanasia is on way of killing the pets in the name of mercy. Dumping pets to a gas chamber as we allow them to suffocate and die....Or cervical dislocation where they literally break the poor animal's spine and leave them to die....Or exsanguination, what we call as fatal blood loss...Does it sound like mercy? This maybe because lethal injection is not affordable or rather our shallow thinking that human are somehow more superior to that of pets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963105082295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SS1UAbgrxCI/AAAAAAAAALA/YaSj7fyAvAI/s200/AC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe God's greatest mistake was thinking that we deserve pets when we obviously dont know how to appreciate them. We have to start from somewhere to stop this. Baby steps.... The next time you think you wanna adopt a pet, stop a while and ask yourself this...."Isit he/she for for your temporary fun or for their basic right to live? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-5999736505958325027?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/5999736505958325027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=5999736505958325027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5999736505958325027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5999736505958325027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/11/cruelty.html' title='Cruelty :('/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SS1UduIf1FI/AAAAAAAAALI/pcBQJkgjLFc/s72-c/animal+cruelty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3462522395913088863</id><published>2008-11-22T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:41:34.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkHiLFxTmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fqrga65Ig24/s1600-h/PB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271753122487815778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkHiLFxTmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fqrga65Ig24/s200/PB1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Looking for something nice to watch? something which keeps your heart beating? something keeps your brain guessing? something keeps every cell of your body active? Well, ive just the right show for you... PRISON BREAK!&lt;img class="gl_align_full" alt="Justify Full" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271753520791916578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkH5W43kCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SEK9iv5t7ns/s200/PB2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Girls...You have to watch. Wentworth Miller is on his feet with his extraordinary action and incredibly hot features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271753701842189474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkID5WnfKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sN_rFH5KtxY/s200/PB3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Guys...Come on. Which guy doesnt want a lil' spice of action in his life? This is the kick-ass show for all guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271753757303469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkIHH9ndAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/s0V1jXWbl7U/s200/PB4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is no normal, slow moving show. Every episode passes by without notice, and believe me, the real hard part is to wait for the next episode to air. This is a, nope actually THE show which will keep you alive and moving for the 43 minutes. You will not take your eyes of screen. Just as i thought everything comes to an ending at the end of season 3, the writer comes up with mind-blowing twist and as a result...season 4 is a blast. There are sweet, cute romance here and there. If you are bored of Grey's Anatomy where everyone sleeps with everyone (no offence, believe me im a big fan of Grey's myself...never missed an episode) watch Prison Break. Serious, fast moving, excellent show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271754241962979282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkIjVdcr9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y0X66FMIydU/s200/pb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Who will die? Who lives? Do they have to keep running? Will they be imprisoned? Will Michael Scofield and Linchon Burrow's life be normal again? Will Sara's prayer be answered? For those who watch Prison Break...Dont Miss Season 4. Those who havent...Find Out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271753815435179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkIKghS9zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5Z8_8DzF4XQ/s200/PB5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3462522395913088863?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3462522395913088863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3462522395913088863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3462522395913088863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3462522395913088863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/11/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkHiLFxTmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fqrga65Ig24/s72-c/PB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-9200230168156295729</id><published>2008-11-22T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:11:12.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkB-PtSWTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/odswjMlPNm4/s1600-h/guilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271747007693871410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkB-PtSWTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/odswjMlPNm4/s200/guilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friends...They stick up for each other~despite whether or not their support is being acknowledged. We don't exactly expect much from what we do...just friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of friend allows their friend to be taken advantage of? Was i too afraid to step up? Was i too shocked to speak? Too embarrased? I don't know what position i was in then...But i know NOW...the guilt is eating me from inside. I should have said something when i had the chance, now i guess its too late. Im on the guilt train in the fastest speed ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If i could i would turn back the time and change everything. I took in the wrong stance, I chose a selfish path, and now im stuck at a dead end. I may not have pulled the trigger but i sure did contribute. I'm sorry...i really am. Not for you but for myself. You may not realised what i did to you. How would you know? You have always seen the best in me. If there is a next time, I promise not to let you down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-9200230168156295729?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/9200230168156295729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=9200230168156295729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/9200230168156295729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/9200230168156295729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilt.html' title='GUILT....'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SSkB-PtSWTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/odswjMlPNm4/s72-c/guilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-1047350923802090141</id><published>2008-10-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:58:21.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Darling!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wheeee...Now that exams are over, i can finally blog. Exams were quite tough. Anyway, im gonna take my mind off the exams these two weeks. At least that was our agreement right guys? Wat are my plans for the holidays? Nothing much, the normal wasting time, watching all the movies on theatre, spend time with family&amp;amp;friends, shopping, and more shopping. Ohh wait and of course finish watching my Will &amp;amp; Grace episodes, my most favourite sitcom at the moment. It is A-W-E-S-O-M-E....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, wat have i been doing so far...In Diwali mood i guess...cant wait for all my cousins to be here. We are gonna have so much fun together. Yay! Hope there's some cute guys at the Diwali Open House...Someone worth blogging about :P Guess i'll be busy cleaning around the house and SHOPPING of course. The best part of any festive season is the shopping which comes with it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A part of me wishes that i am with my friends at KK right now. It wud be fun hanging out with them....Its always pleasure being around them...Bet there'd be loads of laughter and crapping. I am always the one getting left out in the fun stuff...like the time at Euphoria on Susu's b'day :( Today is not about me...Its all about my dearest friend, Pauline... Its her birthday. Ohhh, my little girl has grown (tear of happiness). So, here is my wish for u, Pau....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y. Many many happy returns of the day. May all your wishes come true. Wishing you loads and loads and loads of happiness today, tomorrow and for the rest of your life. Lets pass our finals with flying colours and go to sem 5 successfully. And of course I Love You. Friends Forever,Boys Watever..... Hugs. I hope you had a great time at KK. Tell me all about it. And yes of course i will learn how to eat raw sushi without puking....LOL..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Tata For Now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-1047350923802090141?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/1047350923802090141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=1047350923802090141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/1047350923802090141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/1047350923802090141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='Happy Birthday, Darling!!!!'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-4170584366139851701</id><published>2008-08-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:15:15.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Small World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a small world it is...I never actually believed that but somewhere in my heart, i know that the fact. My closest fren, Charu..and my other good fren, Devs are cousins and i never knew that...until today at least. i dunno whether they are excited but i sure am. wheeee. these are the two different people i tell everything happening in my life...mostly everything. The point is...i still cant believe it. These are the small things in life which drives us to wake up the next day just to see how surprising the day can be.  So when people tell you, its a small world..believe them...its a freaking small world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday, something unbelievable happens...lets see what awaits tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-4170584366139851701?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/4170584366139851701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=4170584366139851701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/4170584366139851701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/4170584366139851701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-world.html' title='Small World...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-6757630681083806022</id><published>2008-08-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:03:46.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Forgotten....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being forgotten is one thing i cant live with...but it happens in everyone's life. Well, it affects some of us profoundly while in others, its just another phase of life. Its weird how phone doesnt ring for days when u need it the most. Recently, i had this huge exam which i was so freaked out about and none of my family members actually called and wished. Its normal for some people but its way to weird for me....my family...i recieve call 3 times from dad, mum and both my sisters before exam. One is the night before exam to check whether i sleep on time. Once early morning to check how am i doing and lastly before the exam itself. So, being used to this tradition, it kinda affected me when i din recieve a single call the morning of exam, and waiting for a call before entering the hall is the worse. All it takes was a sms saying Good Luck. Maybe i forgot to tell them but im pretty sure i did...or maybe they just forgot... Getting used to a tradition is so easy, the hurt they put u in when someone breaches it, is very disheartening. Not being superstitious, not being pathetic, not being too attached....Just used to it. However, like how the Afghans say Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-6757630681083806022?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/6757630681083806022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=6757630681083806022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/6757630681083806022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/6757630681083806022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/08/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten....'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-5525587320608721382</id><published>2008-07-31T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:14:30.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkLoad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoa...Its been so long since my last blog...Yippie...Im back. Now that im back, i have no idea what to write...HAHAHAHAHA. Okay, lame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its getting like busy busy busy. There is like 2 super assignments to submit and the best part, i havent started on any of it, which means im so dead and here i am blogging. Well, some people just never learn. Then there is so much to study, and guess what im doing about it....Nothing. Today's CVS interpretation made me realise that i suck at D&amp;amp;D and i have to study. Creeps me out sometimes so i dont usually think about it...i know, bad approach. So,Good Luck to me for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there was badminton and netball...Healthy lifestyle uh!!whooohoooo. Its like totally cool playing games to studying. But again the muscle ache after the games isnt exactly great. But its sometimes a good thing coz when i oversleep or i lie around all day, i wouldnt feel guilty. OH my god, im soooo pathetic. Again, my badminton isnt exactly great so i kinda ended up doing a painful "so call split" and it hurts like hell. But thats not gna stop me from tomorrow's badminton game with my BBFs. Thanx Pauline, for suggesting badminton, it is soooo cool. Hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There one other lil' tiny thing. Im super addicted to two other tv show...Will &amp;amp;Grace and Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters. These are like the best part of the day.....wheeeee. See, im doing every other thing in the world but what i should be doing at the moment...STUDYING....Ive gotta change soon coz exams are around the corner... Okay, the word EXAM is giving goosebumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-5525587320608721382?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/5525587320608721382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=5525587320608721382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5525587320608721382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5525587320608721382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/07/workload.html' title='WorkLoad...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-984302608440563613</id><published>2008-07-16T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:22.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship....'/><title type='text'>They Keep Us Alive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, some friends are god-sent. They just know something is bothering you even if u put a fake smile on your face. They know that u need someone beside you even if u say u wanna be alone. They see you beyond the mask you wear, they see the real u, the inner face of who you really are and not who u are pretending to be. They are everywhere... Sometimes it gets so annoying and you shout at them, vent your anger at them...but they just dont leave coz' they know...that its then u need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They both laugh with and at you...They tease you every chance they get... They envy your success...They annoy you...Irritate you...Make you wanna bang on the wall and bleed to death...Make lame jokes that you feel like chocking on your own vomit and die...They are probably the one who starts off the rumour between you and the guy you hate the most... They mock you on every other thing you do...They critise on the things you think you are good at...The bitch about you in front of you...They say the meanest thing right on your face...Basically they are your best enemy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then..The smile with you...The lend a shoulder to lean on...They tutor you so that you dont screw up your exam so that you can graduate together...They hug you for no reason...The kick your ass until you reach the finish line...They sleep over...The listen to your crap about your ex...They give remarkably bitchy look to ur ex that he feel that he wants to die at the moment... They are always there to bitch about the person you dont like...They start a fight with the person they hardly know just because he/she hurt you...The come to your house make themselves at home without you asking...They dont judge you...They pick you up from the bus station at 4am even though they have not slept for 2 days... They are your best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584726249819378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3mof5GzPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GqehQgAeH00/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587470006428290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3pINLqIoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yP77wHkF_rg/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587493003840322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3pJi2qy0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/BVebg4r7IAs/s200/piriya+s+bday+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584720037938018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3moIwFA2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/k8ph4KEv5aI/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584711987299442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3mnqwqBHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d8woxi3k9Gc/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587490248631042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3pJYlxowI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v8HWZOZc5GU/s200/piriya+s+bday+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587479828519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3pIxxbWiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e5vtyKPKtZA/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whoever told you best friend have to be just one person...That you need to know that person for like 6 or 7 years before you actually call them your best friend...Best friends can be of any number, as long as you can trust on them to stand up for you against the world, they are your best friends...Best friends can be found anywhere, anytime...You just need like what a few days to see that. A person whom you just met 2 days ago may care for you more than the person whom you know for 10 years...People are sooo freaking unpredictable...So, dont judge friends by the time you know them, see them for who they are. Anyone...who makes you feel like you are worth it, anoyone who makes you feel like wanna fly at that moment, anyone who brings you back on the track after a great fall, anyone who makes you feel better...is your best friend...People say its hard to get a great friend...but whats harder is to keep that friend for a lifetime... Who my best friends are?? They my BBFs(Panda, Su Ann, Pauline, Karmy, Piriya)...They are my the people i met at the worse phase of my life, my college but they made it all better (Ham, Har, Ridz, Shamu, Louise, Charu), Or rather it be my high school friends, Or my primary school friends, Or my house mate, Or my childhood friend... Whoever makes me smile just by thinking of them during my toughest times...They are my best friends... &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, i started off this blog to write about a particular person...Devi...whom i met like in the beginning of last year. Well yeah the first thing i thought bout her was that she was arogant and unfriendly but then like duh i was wrong...First impression is always wrong isnt? She is my person. She is someone i'd call if i need to hide a dead body. She is someone i can share without a single moment of hesitation. I cant believe it but i can just say anything to her, like anything..from my worse, embarrasing moment to my happiest, joyful moment...coz i know she wudnt judge me. U know, sometimes, you think twice to say something...But with Devs, its just so easy...so easy to be myself with. She just knows what to say...I can trust her to give me honest opinion...If im doing someting stupid, i can expect her to walk to me, slap me and say "Meks, u r being such a jackass"...When i need someone to shut up and listen, she is the one...If i need some words of wisdom, u know,something to boost my ego...she is so the one. SHE IS MY PERSON!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587472066485090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3pIU20G2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/HYy8QPJFwdU/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584707045653970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3mnYWefdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HGDOS8Fu6z4/s200/crazy+moments+08%27+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~BE THE FRIEND YOU WANT OTHERS TO BE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-984302608440563613?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/984302608440563613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=984302608440563613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/984302608440563613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/984302608440563613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-keep.html' title='They Keep Us Alive....'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SH3mof5GzPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GqehQgAeH00/s72-c/crazy+moments+08%27+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-1854721812718541352</id><published>2008-07-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:06:40.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its okay to be emo once in a while isnt? But sometimes, what really annoys me, or literally gets me is when the whole emo motion doesnt go away. No matter how much i try... Its like i wanna let go of it...all of it...but i just dont know where to start...what to do...who to choose...its just so hard to breath, its just sooo hard. I usually get things fixed, i dont stay confused for so long, and i dont usually regret the choices i make...But its all gone now. I'm confusing myself over things i should be ignoring,u know? One moment...its like im in this whole different world, colourful, cheerful, laughing all the way, smiling non stop,im all bright and shiny, life seems so perfect. But just the other moment, when i let my mind wonder just for a second...it all comes back. I dun know what to...i really dont know what to do...I dunno if im helpless, or sad or pathetic or desperate...maybe i should keep myself constantly busy, maybe...or maybe i just miss home. Maybe all i want is to play catch with my dog...Maybe what i really want is start a fight with my sis...Maybe i just wanna hug my mum and cry...Maybe i just wanna go home and sleep on my own bed...Maybe i should stop trying to act tough...See, im doing it again,im crapping. Gosh, i miss home...So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-1854721812718541352?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/1854721812718541352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=1854721812718541352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/1854721812718541352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/1854721812718541352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-4309579265662013996</id><published>2008-07-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:25.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and love'/><title type='text'>Story Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;U, me and probably the rest of the world is longing for a good laugh when u feel that everything is falling apart...a laugh to bring u back to level...a laugh to make u forget things u dont wanna remember...a laugh which u very well deserve...a laugh to make your heart light. As god created sad, and sorrow He also created friends to be with you when u need a heart to borrow, a shoulder to lean on, or simply to make you LAUGH. Today, i laughed until my tummy literally ached. Raj, or rather McSteamyface decided (well, we kinda forced him) to have lunch with us and we all ended up not only filling our stomach with food but also filling our heart with a great memory. To tell u about Raj, well he is a great dancer..but as a person he is just a wonderful friend, he makes you forget your pain by just making you laugh for the silliest thing...The best part is he doesnt even need to say anything, he just has to sit there and do his McSteamy face and there u will be laughing your heads off till your eyes tear. Here are some pictures of us having so much fun with MrSteamyface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220977717595973922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSjkn2JqSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xCgY3khSi_Q/s200/Hat+day+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220978770041111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSkh4goBEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XC8lwCcufNU/s200/Hat+day+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220980896873861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSmdrlET8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ON1YlR9gW20/s200/Hat+day+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220978757334751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSkhJLMWgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3rD7lxk3rXU/s200/Hat+day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220980890338659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSmdTO9DpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PGvw3Nltns4/s200/Hat+day+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220982044625640834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSngfSanYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tYhha0PqLXQ/s200/Hat+day+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220982036241802002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSngADjYxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/52NTxQpaA7c/s200/Hat+day+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220983445917834594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSoyDggnWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/To4gxMDZaSc/s200/Hat+day+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220982030183683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSnfpfL1cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BxdQ00eeXuw/s200/Hat+day+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So much for having fun...Now its story telling time...So, sit back, relax and let your imagination go wild. Here are casts for my story...Raj(The Hero,Husband,Boyfriend), Panda(The Heroin, Wife, Girlfriend), Piriya(The Slutty Mistress) and Pauline(The Girl Front Table)...Director(ME,duh?!!) and Producer(Karmun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a boy whom we all call McSteamy. I am not sure why we call him that, probably his looks which looks like a steamed fish at times or maybe its just his ability to flirt and make any girl fall for him...Whatever it may be,McSteamy never once in his phase of life stayed alone. There is always a girl with him in everything he does...including his illegal "Kongsi Gelap" dealings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220983434708923954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSoxZwGNjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yb37oiK6NsQ/s200/Hat+day+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We all know the one part of McSteamy who is macho and manly...What we dont know is his other part of life whom he calls "Panda", the love of his life. Panda is the only one who can control. And thus he'd do anything...just anything for Panda. When i say anything, i mean it...Well, lets have a look at what will he do for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220978786272015458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSki0-X9GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rG0yCkUNLwM/s200/Hat+day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He'd eat his least favourite part of a chicken (the bone) just because Panda asks him not to waste his food and money. I know..The things people do for love...Its just awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220999681234624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHS3jExq3uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZQlgKlfKhDU/s200/Hat+day+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He finds his happiness in the way Panda eats and laughs. His hunger is fullfilled just by watching Panda eat. And Panda finds is unbelievably sweet. She is happy with how she gets lifted whenever she is with him.&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful couple decide to get married. But what Panda does not know is being McSteamy he cannot bear being loyal...And there he goes to lunch with his slutty mistress,Pripri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220977699291526962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSjjjqB9zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TaegtPqFZDY/s200/Hat+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;They couldnt agree on what to order becasuse he doesnt agree with anyone except his wife, Panda. So, Pripri is a little annoyed but she cant do much as she is just the mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220977694487203458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSjjRwlzoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PgG1DoV0Pz0/s200/Hat+day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, just to please him, she orders what he wanted with a fake smile on her face. After all, its not food she wants from him. Its his money...The things people do for money...So disgusting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As they ordered, Panda who happen to have lunch in the same place with her old friends found them closely, intimately laughing and smiling decided to check out what really is going n and she decided to join them for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220977704991129074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSjj446_fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0SEYF6mJCr4/s200/Hat+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;McSteamy is constantly checking on Panda to see if she has by any chance found out the truth. Panda puts on her fake smile and there is Pripri with her slutty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220980882687481778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSmc2uxV7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YnZpSOzU63w/s200/Hat+day+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Panda is remotely crying as she pripri accidently bluttered the disgusting relationship she has with McSteamy and McSteamy is stuck in between and not knowing what to do, he shuts his ears. He just couldnt bear the sound of Panda crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He was not ready to let go of Panda so the rest of the lunch he tried to win her heart back. How he does it? Lets have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220979785519812802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSlc_dnUMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z8R6iLx1drQ/s200/Hat+day+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His first try has failed tremendously and it almost earned him a slap. C'mmonla, Panda has some dignity. She couldnt possibly fall for his first act... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220978783362989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSkiqIzu9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4CTycfIuMWk/s200/Hat+day+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Panda's first reaction scared the hell out of McSteamy and Panda still seem a little ...ermmm lot more upset. So, he needed to try harder....He after all ate chicken bone for her, he can do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220979794862454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSldiREtxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NLb5xdk5DbY/s200/Hat+day+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, he tried giving her his heart while she was drinking her soup. But that didnt seem to work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220982057643734274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSnhPyK9QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D4n9wo5SYzo/s200/Hat+day+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, being the usual dumb guy, he tried ignoring her for a while...but Panda dont seem to be melted at all(see, she has the whatever look on her face)...His third try failed again. And there is pri pri having her michief laugh thinking that she could have him all by herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220980879422587234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSmcqkXAWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NQNBnV2qlIo/s200/Hat+day+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So he tried the old fashioned way. He leaned towards the girl sitting on the front table, and flirted with her so that Panda would get jealous and come back to him. That almost worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220983442855197010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSox4GUeVI/AAAAAAAAAII/MuvU2fRPiJY/s200/Hat+day+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Panda is a little more sober now. And all she needs to know now is if he really wants her back or is he gonna hurt her again. McSteamy is thinking of how to mmake Panda believe that he could be truthful. And Pripri seem to be thinking of breaking their marriage. Evil...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220998906429102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHS21-Zo2xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9zd5_O9x8VA/s200/Hat+day+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And not knowing what to do, he tried kissing Panda when she wasnt looking. This is the only way to show her that he tuly loves her, and there is absolutely no place for anyone else in his heart but her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220979799847484962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSld01mPiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7pfWngqeKh4/s200/Hat+day+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whoa! That worked. Panda is finally laughing and McSteamy was happy and annoyed at the same time coz all it took was a kiss to make their marriage work. Now he knows, what true love is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220982050103507794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSngzscO1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QnhaXYEDReU/s200/Hat+day+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He deeply and truly was sorry for being such a jerk and he apologised in the cutest way possible and Panda forgived him with a smile and accepted him again. Pri-pri and her evil plans has failed as true love will always find triumph.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220983421299935090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSownzJR3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WQ4eCxHpZuI/s200/Hat+day+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220979777562634482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSlch0eaPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W-E332uGiMM/s200/Hat+day+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220979791196791250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSldUnHIdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p45ZdZaMKwQ/s200/Hat+day+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pri-pri was really sorry for being such aa ass and she apologised to Panda, and being a soft hearted and sober wife, she forgived her and they enjoyed the rest of their lunch with loads of laugter and happiness was once again found...McSteamy and Panda lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This story is dedicated to Raj as a token of laughter and acceptance for having the very first outing with us. To Karmun for giving the idea to write a story about today's lunch hour. And to Pauline for givng us the support we needed. Thank you to Panda and Piriya for participating in this story with loads of funny reactions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-4309579265662013996?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/4309579265662013996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=4309579265662013996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/4309579265662013996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/4309579265662013996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-time.html' title='Story Time...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SHSjkn2JqSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xCgY3khSi_Q/s72-c/Hat+day+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3899466723031830254</id><published>2008-07-04T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:26.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183436075055938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5DrsTbO0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/W1FeNnq6UQ4/s320/images4.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;Pain...We all complain of pain, how much it hurts to hold on, how much it hurts to let go, how much it hurts to be alone, how much it hurts to wait...So, we tear when we are hurt thinking that it s the answer. We feel better for a while, then it pain arises all over again. We run, run and run to the opposite direction because we are all afraid of being hurt, we are human for goodness sake, we were designed to be afraid of pain. Never once stop and thought maybe pain comes for a reason, for a purpose, to show you something you never knew all these while...The hardest thing we can say to anyone, no matter how close we are, is that we are hurt, and we are in pain. I am in pain...You are in pain...We all are...Our only common ground is pain.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183439693015410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5Dr5yA6XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/61cSbQ3RTtw/s320/images.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pain comes in our lives like a thunderstorm and brings so much of damage to our heart that once its all over, a part of us feels so heavy to share...A piece of of heart is ripped off and never to be patched again...We just cant see the light after that...So afraid to look back in case our past is staring back at us...The thing is people, the thing is, pain comes for a reason. There's always rain after the thunderstorm. Is just that, we are so driven away with the pain, we fail to see the true reason pain comes. Only by feeling the true pain, we learn to be sober...only by pain, we learn to stand up...only by pain, we learn to walk forward...Its only because of pain, we are strong. It gives us so much strength to hold on to the things we deserve, and the strength to let go of the things we just couldnt have... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183789647087154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5EARdkRjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mCX_6_B2OvE/s320/images3.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fact is pain is what made me grow. Its because i fell down once, i am standing now. Its because i screwed up once, i know better now. Its because i had lousy friends once, i know who true friends are now. Its because i cried once, i now know when to stop. Its because i crumbled once, i am determined now. Its because i was in pain, i am strong now. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Every pain comes with equal strength to face something greater in life"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime we wanna let go of something, its like we are staring back at the past to move forward. Sometimes, there are pangs in our heart bringing us back to where it all starts, bringing us down, make us weak to fight to let go. As some people say, it needs fairly more strength to let go than to hold on. But, no matter how hard it may be...how much pain i have to hold before i see the light...how much the pain brings me down...I shall fight. Coz' i deserve better...and coz' i believe pain comes to make me stronger, preparing me for the greater battle in future. I'm letting it go...I'm sick of crying...I'm tired with tears...I'm done complaining...I'm so gonna be over the pain coz im strong and pain dont come to destroy, it comes to show how strong i really am. So i am gonna show it. You should too...So, when you are finally up, done crying, and ready to stare at the future to say "Bring It On", give you self a pat on ur back and a well-deserved smile because you are that much closer to success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219185404959358018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5FeS-BfEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Vec4eSEqQJk/s320/images6.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219185403962561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5FePQXlCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TtsjSCorDEI/s320/images5.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3899466723031830254?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3899466723031830254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3899466723031830254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3899466723031830254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3899466723031830254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SG5DrsTbO0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/W1FeNnq6UQ4/s72-c/images4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-685780673664704168</id><published>2008-06-29T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:26.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><title type='text'>Magic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGjRYjORA-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RGD1WWM3bOg/s1600-h/magic-hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217650388010861538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGjRYjORA-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RGD1WWM3bOg/s320/magic-hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Too many outings i had the last week, and so i decided to stay home and do something useful during the weekends and then i regretted as it was so boring. Yups, i got some reading done, cleaned my room, and loads of net surfing. So, i had loads and loads of time for myself. I was just thinking what i really need at the moment. I just figured the fragrance i need to my life is a little magic. Has been some time i was blessed by a wand to a magical moment. When i say magic, it is not literally an angel or cupid flying above my head with a sparkling wand granting all my wish. No, no...Its something which would make you smile for the moment, makes you feel its all worth it, makes you feel special... Rather it be the addition of a tiny member to my family, bumping into a childhood friend, meeting my childhood sweetheart, smile of a stranger from my dream, or just a simple hug from my grandmum... these are the small things i call magic. Sometimes, we all are stuck in time machine where we have to race in a fast moving world. When u get tired, need a break, a lil' sprinkle of water, all we actually need is little magic. A year back, i met my childhood friend whom i havent met for about 10 years now, and we became so close that i didnt actually regret for not meeting her all these time, the joy i had, the smile she brought to my face, the grand-surprise God granted me, the love she still holds from the last time we met, its all worth the wait. This is what i call MAGIC. My lil' cousin who was came to our family months back, her tiny fingers touching against my face, the way she smiles in her sleep, the grip she had to my index finger, the baby smell she had on her skin...Thats definately MAGIC. You may say you've grown out of believing in magic, if you sre still waiting for the one to come, then you are waiting for a MAGIC to happen. If you see a shooting star and silently close your eyes and make a wish, you so believe in MAGIC. If you still make a wish before blowing your candles, you believe in MAGIC. These are the very usual things which makes an unusual mark to our soul. We all hold on to the most ridiculous, unbelievable, crazy habits and thoughts but again that's what keep us going. So, believe in magic...Dream all you want...Live every moment of today...&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Dream as if you are gonna live forever, Live like you are gonna die tomorrow". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So when am i gonna get a little MAGIC? That is the question we all have at the end of the day isnt? The never-ending question!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-685780673664704168?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/685780673664704168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=685780673664704168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/685780673664704168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/685780673664704168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic.html' title='Magic...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGjRYjORA-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RGD1WWM3bOg/s72-c/magic-hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3041297223007274948</id><published>2008-06-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:27.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Wanted ...a must watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217333772103938050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGexbFDncAI/AAAAAAAAACI/szwmg6gcxA4/s320/images.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGexbHSLZ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/VTFZCYBk_qs/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGexbR5xYTI/AAAAAAAAACY/siEPG39EG8c/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217333775552307506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGexbR5xYTI/AAAAAAAAACY/siEPG39EG8c/s320/images1.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WANTED!!! is the movie i've waited excitedly and wanted to watch eversince i saw it on trailers. Last friday, I watched it with my friend, Ad. One word --- AWESOME. Beyond logic, its just great. The reason i said beyond logic is that, some hmmm actually most of the scenes in the movie is way off-limit when it comes to logic and reality. But again, we all need a break from reality check. This is one movie you SHOULD watch. A movie, potraying assasins who kills the guilty ones based on the list created by The Fraternity thousand years back. The list is basically coded in binary numbers on the witted cloth. Angelina Jolie plays Fox a senior assasin who doesnt question or thinks twice to perform her duty, as she herself was haunted by a dark secret. Morgan Freeman(Sloan) is the enigmatic boss who traslates the binary code and distributes the duty list. James McAvoy is Wesley Gibson, a the typical, pathetic accountant manager who dies for a change. His long lost father, as told by the chief assasin is the man who dies at the beginning of the movie (that was soooo Matrix and coool). After joining the The Fraternity he discovers his immortal powers dealing with weapons and mind control. Once inside The Fraternity, he finds out Sloan's bitter secret in the hardest way possible. Now he is all alone. What happens next is the part u should watch... the unpredictable plot twist, the heart-thundering graphics, the curving and flying bullets thoughout the movie is all too great to miss. Angelina Jolie is as usual hot and sexy. James McAvoy is hot topless, im telling u, he has a great body. As for Morgan Freeman, he did his usual thing in bringing up the story with comedy touch here and there. For those people not knowing what to do on the weekeneds, those adventure-action lovers, GO FOR THE MOVIE. Its worth every single penny. Rather it be for the whoa story, or the graphic or the comedy touch, or the action, or the plot twist, or for angelina jolie's typical spy character, or for the McAvoy's sudden change of character, or Freeman's serious, comedy dialogues..i'd give a 4 to 4.5 rating. 3 words - Worth the Wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3041297223007274948?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3041297223007274948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3041297223007274948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3041297223007274948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3041297223007274948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanted-must-watch.html' title='Wanted ...a must watch!'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGexbFDncAI/AAAAAAAAACI/szwmg6gcxA4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-7082600697537691203</id><published>2008-06-26T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:28.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship....'/><title type='text'>A New Point of View...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOpbf6ohDI/AAAAAAAAACA/xCVhiXYchTQ/s1600-h/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216199083314152498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOpbf6ohDI/AAAAAAAAACA/xCVhiXYchTQ/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOolvs3ImI/AAAAAAAAABw/uwQ-rhnEY0g/s1600-h/crazy+moments+08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216198159838421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOolvs3ImI/AAAAAAAAABw/uwQ-rhnEY0g/s320/crazy+moments+08%27+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOoBzAosFI/AAAAAAAAABo/s5CZ8P88Wb0/s1600-h/crazy+moments+08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216197542251376722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOoBzAosFI/AAAAAAAAABo/s5CZ8P88Wb0/s320/crazy+moments+08%27+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216197122996972210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOnpZKmKrI/AAAAAAAAABg/5OTeXO-GakE/s320/crazy+moments+08%27+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a saying which says &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"You must emerge yourself into other worlds in order to understand yours".&lt;/span&gt; I mean i knew this before just never quite understood. Well, now i do. The thing is we all draw an imaginary line around us and think thats our world...Thats so not it. Im telling you this because i was that person too. So, be yourself, reveal the child in you, step out of this circle, dont need to grow that fast...There will be a point where you NEED to grow, just not now. Go out there, do the things u never thought u'd do...Embarass yourself, Scream your lungs out from a high building (i've done this and it feels good), Lie down on the road and count the stars, sing out aloud even though u suck(u sing coz u want too, u dont have to be good), dance all the time(who cares what the person next to u thinks,he doesnt have a life), slide in shopping malls, skate once in a while, play basketball ( u dont have to follow the rules), have a stay over and gossip bout the losers you fell for (if you arent with them at the moment, gosh he must be gay or just too ugly for u), eat ice cream at 1 am, get wet in the rain, go to the next room and irritate your sibling....do whatever you feel like at the moment...As you do all the crazy things, you tend to realise who you really are rather than who you are trying to be. You have a lifetime to pretend, hmmmm, to be yourself, just now when u r surrounded with crazy friends who wouldnt judge you.... So, go out there, and live at the moment as the next moment will remain unsure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for my day, it was superb...gets better and better. Well we had our Latin dance class, and whoa it was kinda fun. The way we go "cha cha" ignoring the beat and then stop and start again and then we miss the beat again, its all like so perfectly imperfect (ermm, perfect moment with imperfection). Have you ever realised how boring our life would be if everyone is perfect? For one, we'll have no one to laugh at...Secondly, we'll wake up everyday to compete for the first place...Thank god &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one's perfect&lt;/span&gt;. I danced with Foo Pun and he was good...i mean of coz we screw up like all the time but since we messed up together, we ignored each other s mistake and it turned out to be good. Ohh, since there were only 4 guys, we kinda rotated our partners and of coz some girls have to be 'guys' and i danced with Karmy and Ad which was so kinda cool coz we get to do both guys and girls step...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all have people we love and people we dont love so much(this is where your least fav people go). When something's bothering the people we love, it gets us...Well thats kinda normal. But what stroke me was when something disheartening happens to the people we dont exactly love, it gets us too and we somehow without us realising take a sec off to pray for their goodness. So, world isnt so crude, as humanity lies in each and all of us, just seen in times of sorrow only. We all care about everyone (the ones we love and hate), just not always i guess. Someone said "A lil' bit of humanity dies with every tear". I'm not buying it...coz everytime a person's eye tear, there is another pair of eye tearing feeling the pain of that person and very oftenly we cry for other people rather than for ourselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap Polly, no more emo moment...Its gonna be either good day or not so good day as Su ann said...A new point of view....Wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-7082600697537691203?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/7082600697537691203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=7082600697537691203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7082600697537691203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7082600697537691203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-point-of-view.html' title='A New Point of View...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SGOpbf6ohDI/AAAAAAAAACA/xCVhiXYchTQ/s72-c/DSC02463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-2226532996102025461</id><published>2008-06-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:11:00.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today...'/><title type='text'>Dance Dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its kinda weird how everytime i wanna let go of something, there comes faith pushing me back to the very circle i wanna step out of. Well, thats destiny i guess... Sometimes, letting go is harder and needs far more strength than to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the boring lectures, well just this time, it is negatively improved to boring and lame lecture. My one hour class seemed like a forever..he and his lame jokes ( this is where im crossing my finger MrB doesnt read my blog)...my god,its so lame, my eyes tear. And there we were, flipping our notes checking for the number of slides left and estimating how long will it take for him to finish. Oh yeah, the one this i can remember from my lecture note is the "Reverse Robin Hood" theory, which was btw pretty lame but well on the bright side i dont think i can ever forget that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, during lunch we were talking about how anaesthesia sometimes doesnt entirely work during surgery. As in, it works enough to numb your whole body and muscles so u cant move but not enough as u can actually FEEL the pain and sometimes can hear what the doctors are talking bout. Sometimes the doctors do not realise that u arent actually sedated properly and continue the operation, thats when HELL comes in. Your are actually lying on the operation bed partially AWAKE and screaming ur lungs out that its painful and ur voice is not heard. You cant move remember? You cant move your mouth muscles to tell the docs that u r AWAKE, you cant move or wince to show that u r AWAKE, you cant open your eyes to indicate that you are AWAKE...only ine choice left, pray hard you dont die of pain as the success of the operation is no longer the priority. what's worse is if something happens during the surgery, you can actually see the light of heaven before you reach it *touchwood* ( although this rarely happens). Ahhhhh.. pretty creepy isnt? well, take care of yourself, dont let yourself into the operation theatre unless you are the one who is holding the surgery knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lab today was kinda cool...for we learnt bout the labelling and there we were labelling all the crappy stuff like Patient's Name : Brad Pitt; and Physician Name: Angelina Jolie. Still keeping the labels.In fact, i think i'll take a picture and display it soon, just not now...Too tired to do anything. Well, y tired? We r back on action...We're gonna perform Bhangra Dance for the BPharm orientation again...Wheeeee. And im all excited. Hello, a dance in between, those boring lectures and torture is like oasis in a desert, ok? So i have all the reasons to feel happy. Well, well, what excites me more is that Polly is dancing too...Yay! and the best part, she learnt the steps faster than i did the previous time. The funniest part of the whole dance is Raj, our choreographer and an excellent dancer. All his funny action and weird, random moves which makes us go like "is that humanly possible"...The classic partners, devi and giri (he is the only one who can match her height), raj and darsh (she is the only one who can keep up with his pace) b and of coz siva and i (the best la ryte...after all im there...lolz). all other partners have changed; Polly with Brandon...and Pri pri is with 'ahem ahem'(this is what i call destiny). Well, well..thats why im so tired...my eyes are barely opened, so guess i'll go and sleep for a while before i wake up and watch The Nanny Diaries ( yesh Karmi, its a 2007 movie, they are repeating the movie..explains how u'd already watched it)...It was a good day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-2226532996102025461?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/2226532996102025461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=2226532996102025461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2226532996102025461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2226532996102025461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-6729534980254755514</id><published>2008-06-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:43:54.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fussypot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My friends are all complaining that my peoms are very difficult to understand... So, i just thought of a poem my friend, Wenny wrote when she was a kid. And i thought for a kid, that was really good...and trust me, after this u'll never forget it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Fussypot, fussypot,Are you a pot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cooking so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What have you got?In your big, hot pot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just some oats, and a big fat goat. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How many of us can actually write like that when we're 5 ryte? So, the next time, u r having a bad day or some hard fall and need to take ur mind off something disturbing...here u go...a poem to make u laugh which can get u back to level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, im taking a rest from all poems for a while...My friends are getting annoyed i guess...We had back to back Drug&amp;amp;Disease CardioVascularClass today which is very painful and torturing...I am telling u this because its bad that the subject is already damn boring, there goes my lecturer rubbing it on. As much as i respect her and her knowledge, she has an extraordinary ability to put us back to sleep. I always thot that some drugs upon consumption makes us sleepy and dizzy but trust me, beyond that, just the talk bout drugs are enough to make us sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had great lunch...and great talk during lunch-bout how we dont wanna die a virgin. My friend is paranoid that she is gonna die a virgin..So there we were telling her that its not gonna happen. No ones to die a virgin ryte? At least i dont want to...so im taking a vow, if im to die tomorrow, ill go and have sex with someone before i die...after all we are gonna die ryte...Experience everything before u go la ryte? I dont want to have a restless soul loitering around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whats worse is i think im having insomia or simply its the coffee i take. i take so much of coffee that i shud be immune to it by now,it doesnt make sense. I cant bring myself to sleep anytime before 4a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i keep waking up before 8a.m. This is insomia ryte? Its kinda weird coz' i ve always embraced my art of sleeping at any time, any place...Its like something is bothering me but have got no idea what the heck is that. Arghhh, annoying. Or im like owl, nocturnal...Sleep during the day and active during the nite... Or the better theory is my holiday season, as i use to watch movie till 3am for 1 month... Watever it is, it has to go. Not healthy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-6729534980254755514?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/6729534980254755514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=6729534980254755514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/6729534980254755514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/6729534980254755514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/fussypot.html' title='Fussypot...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-5712980857679813618</id><published>2008-06-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:20:18.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship....'/><title type='text'>Fall, Rise and Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a very emo-ish week for me...does that word even exist, well lets just pretend it does ok? But, life is a balance. Good and evil comes equally. Reminds me of what a friend told me, " difficulities does not come to destroy u, as it comes to show u your actual potential. Show difficulities that you are difficult". One of the best ways to let go of your emotion is by writing, so there i was writing everything which came to my mind at the moment. All the clouds of confusion, accumulation of rage, distraction, all the words i saved in my heart. We all have those days ryte? Our emo period!!! Some of my friends understands what they mean, for the rest, it shall remain as unsolved puzzle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best part of life is, we have someone to hold on during our rough days, someone to pull us out when we are stuck in quicksand. For He created 6 billion people and sometimes all we need is that one person who is willing to listen. We may have hundreds of them laughing as we're laughing, all we need sometimes is that one person who is willing to cry with us...that one person to hold your hands to move to morrow. We keep thinking about the people who left us, who walked away, who passed by without a single look, but often forget about those who stand right in front of us holding a box of tissue, a dvd and popcorn in case you need em'... "Dont you cry over people who became your past, there is a reason they did not make it to your present"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason why i am writing this is because we all have those days where we dont know where to go....what to do...who to talk...how to take the next step...when to move...not knowing which way to go next, don't be lost, don't stay down, you don't have to take a step backward...stand there and call a friend...True friends are seen in times of need. We all have them, just never used them enough to see them. Dreams may never come true until you have someone to share them with. Everyone needs a friend, a shoulder to lean on, hands to grip as we fall, and someone to raise us up when we do fall, as life is a case where you fall, rise and race....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No one’s ever perfect,&lt;br /&gt;We all lie and act,&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are made to learn,&lt;br /&gt;Difficulties don’t come to burn,&lt;br /&gt;We all fall again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Holding the scar and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Until the rainy days are seen,&lt;br /&gt;To the most beautiful day that have ever been…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We all have the day,&lt;br /&gt;The day which kept us away,&lt;br /&gt;From standing up after a hard fall,&lt;br /&gt;But, we still have someone to call,&lt;br /&gt;To raise us up, To empty the cup,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away the tear, To protect us from fear,&lt;br /&gt;Getting us back into the race,&lt;br /&gt;In the fastest ever pace,&lt;br /&gt;Life never push us down,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, a new you is born…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The next time you are hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Find the courage to become the first,&lt;br /&gt;Coz’ life is a case,&lt;br /&gt;Where you fall, rise and race… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-MK-&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/2791374689651308276-5712980857679813618?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/5712980857679813618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=5712980857679813618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5712980857679813618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5712980857679813618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/fall-rise-and-race.html' title='Fall, Rise and Race'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3206693837603875584</id><published>2008-06-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:12:52.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship....'/><title type='text'>Fitting in...Standing out</title><content type='html'>"Looking into someone's eye,&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that they lie,&lt;br /&gt;About who they are inside,&lt;br /&gt;Are they dull or bright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask we all wear,&lt;br /&gt;The lies we all share,&lt;br /&gt;It's all a huge mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Putting truth on the stake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pretend we're perfect,&lt;br /&gt;When we know we are not,&lt;br /&gt;To fit in we all put an act,&lt;br /&gt;For its far better to stand out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a friend,&lt;br /&gt;We all bow and bend,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who friends really are,&lt;br /&gt;The ones who make you touch the star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we prefer the fake,&lt;br /&gt;And we do whatever it take,&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves into the circle,&lt;br /&gt;Just to laugh and giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing who was really there,&lt;br /&gt;Those who'd love and care,&lt;br /&gt;The people we rank last,&lt;br /&gt;When they should be the very first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that mistake too,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this now,&lt;br /&gt;Coz' i owe a bow,&lt;br /&gt;To the old friends i forgot,&lt;br /&gt;To the people i've ignored,&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful hearts i've burnt,&lt;br /&gt;Coz' now i've learnt...&lt;br /&gt;I've been rude and bitter,&lt;br /&gt;But now i know better..."&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the game,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be who i really am...&lt;br /&gt;                                                         -MK-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3206693837603875584?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3206693837603875584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3206693837603875584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3206693837603875584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3206693837603875584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/fitting-instanding-out.html' title='Fitting in...Standing out'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-7703153262371225424</id><published>2008-06-21T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:13:35.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love And Pain'/><title type='text'>Love is eternal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love is eternal some say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its true in a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Walking away seem so easy for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why not for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As you say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why are there sharp pangs in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why are there words throbbing my throat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why is the fear suffocating my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As tears run down my cheeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why is there only loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just the shadow of sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No heart to borrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Unkept promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Unshared doubts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Unsaid words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Capping me from inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To say that love is eternal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So is the pain within---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;                                                             -MK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-7703153262371225424?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/7703153262371225424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=7703153262371225424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7703153262371225424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7703153262371225424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-eternal.html' title='Love is eternal...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-2147306463637780689</id><published>2008-06-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:28.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love And Pain'/><title type='text'>Time's up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFyzv8Y0-WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mJ27wISxpnY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214240104833677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFyzv8Y0-WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mJ27wISxpnY/s320/images.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was a time when you made my heart so light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It made me fly so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now u are just another burden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To say goodbye ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was once you made me believe in fairy tales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That was a perfect fantasy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now, its all a huge fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Makes my like so messy ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The time is up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cant waste my life, u see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Over something which was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Never meant to be---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time's already up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are just another picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Which was never meant to be taken---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time's finally up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i will have to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The time is up----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;                                                    -MK-&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/2791374689651308276-2147306463637780689?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/2147306463637780689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=2147306463637780689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2147306463637780689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/2147306463637780689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-up.html' title='Time&apos;s up'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFyzv8Y0-WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mJ27wISxpnY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-5233838400891370388</id><published>2008-06-21T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:15:20.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love And Pain'/><title type='text'>Memories Fade...Eventually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I thought it would be easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But, its driving me crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To know how wrong was i,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Everytime you pass by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It makes me wanna cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thinking bout what we could have been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The miracle which will remain unseen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm gonna do watever it takes now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To take u off my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For my love for you was so true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Despite the chances you blew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I too can be over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All the words we spoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The memories we created,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The moments we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its all fading away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It will soon be gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Before the night ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And when u want me there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby, i'll be long gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;                                                       -MK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-5233838400891370388?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/5233838400891370388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=5233838400891370388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5233838400891370388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5233838400891370388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-fadeeventually.html' title='Memories Fade...Eventually...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3485809640273335676</id><published>2008-06-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:11:05.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship...Good vs Evil'/><title type='text'>Just another drama!</title><content type='html'>I can say that this last 24 hours is my peak hours filled with drama and more drama. Too many things happened in such a short time and it takes me more courage than i already have to face em' all at once. What they say...This too shall pass. Just as i was thinking the day cant get any better...the next moment everythings gets upside down, breaking the hope said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What hurts the most is when i exect this particular person to be my best friend and understands me when i needed her to, she screws up. The least i deserve is a confrontation, if all these years of frenship dont even worth a simple confrontation, then what the hell was i doing all these while. If i could i would have made it better, if i could turn back the time, i'd do it all over again. its just too weird how a person can change in matter of days...now im the best friend and when things turn out wrong, im in the blame. Whatever happen to mutual responsiblity?! It is hardly my fault...All the lies and hiding...Y am i the blame? I deserve better, i know i deserve better. All i need is a friend to listen what really happen. Every coin has two sides, so does every story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then of coz, there was a date... the classic type-movie and late lunch at burger king. Then, loads and loads of stories. The best part was...he is my sisters friend and the mutual thing we had was my sister and DUH we were talking about her. But the only message my sis sent both of us was never to talk bout her, and dat was one thing we did the whole day. And then as usual there was misunderstanding and confusions and i screwed up big time coz my smart sister din tell me she got an Adidas bag and the worse part she din get me one...Arghhh!!! But, the outing werent so bad la...it was nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then to equalise things, two of my frens met with accidents with very minor injuries. thank god..Praise the Lord for His mercy! Just as i was getting over the trauma and shock, i recieved news from another fren that someone broke in her house. Now her whole family is having sleepless nites. Sad ryte? Well i hope she gets everything under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Awhhh,one of my very close friends did a soft toy kinda key chain for me...And it was so cute and the best part its my favourite black and white, shape of a sushi, i dont exactly like sushi, but it was so fluffy and nice. Very very thotful of her isnt? Wat upsets me is im never gna be able to give her something i did coz either its gonna turn out real bad or it will be incomplete. Not a handy man. Well, thank you...Love u,Panda. I'll keep it very close to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when i said my life was a drama, i meant it...a mixture of good and bad things. Yin and yang people say...Life is a balance. just have to remember, when u face difficulities, it doesnt come to destroy you but to show u your real strength. There is only one thing you can do, show difficulities that you are difficult. We all fall all the time, so long you have the courage to stand up again and race, then you just won a race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My take home message forthe day was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; World is too dangerous for anything but truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;At the end of the day, what hurts the most is not the words of our enemy but the silence of our friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3485809640273335676?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3485809640273335676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3485809640273335676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3485809640273335676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3485809640273335676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-another-drama.html' title='Just another drama!'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3807644648482937278</id><published>2008-06-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:15:59.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy and Fairy Tale...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Prince Charming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You know how we all use to dream and talk in circles bout our dream guy. I remember when i use to say that i believe in prince charming on a white horse. Actually, some part of me, deep inside, layers and layers beneath, i still do believe in that. Then there is true love, and love at first sight--use to be so happy and carefree, not worrying bout what people think...Brings me back to the memory lane. Awhhhh, i miss my high school days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Thinking bout what has been,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to friends when i was a teen,&lt;br /&gt;The dream guy on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Who is sweet and kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The kinda look,&lt;br /&gt;Which is worth the time took,&lt;br /&gt;Tall, dark and handsome, i say,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts which makes my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;The unbelievable style,&lt;br /&gt;The flawless walk,&lt;br /&gt;The way he talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The kinda guy I neva get bored of,&lt;br /&gt;Attracts me with just a cough,&lt;br /&gt;The sparkling brown eye,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only if my dream comes true,&lt;br /&gt;All my favourite things bout you,&lt;br /&gt;All the small things,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wanna sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let's ride on a memorable sail,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;To the future we see,&lt;br /&gt;Just u and me...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   -MK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do believe in dream come true, fairy tales, prince charming, true love, just that i dont know if i believed as much i use to. But again, we need some kinda fantasy to keep us going ryte?!! I still remember when i wrote this poem, it was when i saw this guy when i was having lunch with my DAD!!! The perfect dream guy material and i had to be there with my dad...talk bout luck la ryte. That guy...ahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3807644648482937278?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3807644648482937278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3807644648482937278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3807644648482937278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3807644648482937278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming....'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-3717253108514652387</id><published>2008-06-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:16:38.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Perfect World....</title><content type='html'>Looking back the roads i've taken and the paths i've chose in life, from what degree course shud i take to who i shud bring as my date to high school prom... its just too perfect and of coz the credit goes to my parents, relative and friends. The reason why i think i had the guts to step that one step forward is because i know that if i fall, the are people or at least one person to lift me up again and keep kicking my ass so that i keep moving forward. I wouldnt say that my life is pefect, but at least there are perfect moments to make me smile during my dark hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;People come from all walks of color. Trust me, when i say color, i am not being a racist. Color as in how people act towards another being. Looking out my apartment window, as far as my eyes bring me, the world seem so perfect. But the very next morning, the headlines just rip this thought off my head and makes me think the exact opposite. Murder, accidents, rape, kidnapping, incest, suicide, robbery...what hurts the most is that my perfect world seem perfectly fake. How many of us ladies can actually walk in the basement carpark of a shopping mall alone without being extra cautious? We all use to be scared of boggie man, ghosts, and spirits which may or may not exist in the first place, but looking around the only thing we really need to be afraid of is the man standing next to you---who might be a serial killer....It is good to be careful, not frightened all the time....in the lift, in the carpark, in the lrt, in the bus-stop, in the train station, in the 5 hour journey bus, in the public toilet, while we're walking on the pavement, in the cab, in our own apartment. If we all cared just a little more, we could make a change, even if its a small change, it might make someone smile. In the world so cruel, the small thing we can do for each other is feeding a smile once in a while....Reminds me of Nickelback's "If Everyone Cared".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Funny how cruel the world could be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than what we can just see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here we are joking and laughing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not seeing miles away someone is crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We all think we are the shining star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not knowing how tiny we really are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forgetting where we came from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Till we are struck by a big storm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There we go judging people we dont even know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Putting ourselves in a position so low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not seeing how much a heart can break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Putting humanity on the stack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Looking outside the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I realise the chance i blew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The guilt eating me from inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not being able to turn on the light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i look myself into the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont wanna see a terror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna see the person i truly am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not the mask of shame..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     -MK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-3717253108514652387?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/3717253108514652387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=3717253108514652387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3717253108514652387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/3717253108514652387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-perfect-world.html' title='My Perfect World....'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-7408716492784422658</id><published>2008-06-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:28.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood is thicker than water'/><title type='text'>My Sister...My Guardian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFlFTH18YzI/AAAAAAAAABI/efaIT8IITco/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213274238483194674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFlFTH18YzI/AAAAAAAAABI/efaIT8IITco/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFlEq_84-hI/AAAAAAAAABA/NW37hUO88PQ/s1600-h/Picture+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213273549170080274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFlEq_84-hI/AAAAAAAAABA/NW37hUO88PQ/s320/Picture+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My second blog for the day...See the thing is, since i wrote about my friends, my sister asked me to write about her. What the hell was she thinking la ryte? How can i or anyone write anything nice about their siblings la ryte? Against the Nature of Sisterhood, im actually gna say something nice here... i have the best sister ever. She annoys me, irritates me, makes me wanna bang my head on the wall, scream my lungs out, but again, she'd probably the very first person i will turn to when i need to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You get into my nerves,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is so ridiculous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How you get me into trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Popping up the bubble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without a second of guilt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you never quit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cried whenever you are near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, behing my every tear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layers and layers beneath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of your every breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know that there's a part of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wanting me to be safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You have never fail to lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hiding the truth which will never die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keeping the truth from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will not change how we should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You protected me from cruelity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You kept me from losing my sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You cared about my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And i'm glad we're siblings......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;        -MK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is something i wrote when i was really angry at my sis for some reason which i obviously cant remember. We fight for like so many reasons, i need a specially modified brain to remember it all, but none of it lasted anything more than an hour. Even when i am pissed at her, its just impossible to ignore all the things she'd done for me and all the things i know she would do to keep me safe. Its just impossible to imagine a life without her...my life would be so empty. There a two halves of every person, one always wanting to be protected, the rest is to protect others. This is just the first half of me, the other is my lil' sister whom ive always looked after.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-7408716492784422658?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/7408716492784422658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=7408716492784422658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7408716492784422658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/7408716492784422658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sistermy-guardian.html' title='My Sister...My Guardian...'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFlFTH18YzI/AAAAAAAAABI/efaIT8IITco/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2791374689651308276.post-5220198264306112579</id><published>2008-06-18T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:29.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship....'/><title type='text'>Colours of My Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFk4q0WXkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JBcjnMg-PfE/s1600-h/piriya+s+bday+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213260351916183970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFk4q0WXkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JBcjnMg-PfE/s320/piriya+s+bday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFk4ABG5XpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oTtvZhBAYYw/s1600-h/piriya+s+bday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213259616606576274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFk4ABG5XpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oTtvZhBAYYw/s320/piriya+s+bday+032.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Im totally new at blogging, always thot this was dumb but i promised a housemate of mine that i'll try it myself before i actually judge.So here i am....&lt;br /&gt;To start things of, ill just start with my uni friends whom i call my best friends. I use to be so normal until i met these crazy ppl. Well, well what they say - same spesies stick together. The reason why im starting my blog particularly bout this 5 people is because they literally make my uni life a little tolerable. It takes a life-long experience in friendship before u cud actually judge them. So im no where close judging my frens, these are the little things i actually learned bout them in this short time knwing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let me just start of with Amanda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I officially christened her as "Panda bear"- this just popped out of my mind looking at her hairstyle somewhere last sem and she seemed to be accepting it pretty well so thats how it all started. One thing i truly love and hate about panda bear is she is brutally honest bout everything, to put it in easy words, she is a bad bad liar. So, if i need to knw what my bf is like or if my prom dress is nice or how is my new hair-do, this is the girl i will go to. Panda is very particular about tidiness, and a very organised person. Yea, i knw it annoys most of us sometimes but again what wud i do without her. She is always my partner in labs and im glad that she is. I can count on her not to screw things up, thats how careful she is. All the apparatus will be on line, books will all be stacked up nicely at the side bench, results will be written in the most neatest way possible-there will be no confusion at all. im telling u this because being me, i need someone like her to get me back into line. SHE KICKS ASS!!!! She is the mother in our group, she tells u what she honestly thinks, she tells us to finish up our lunch, she scolds me for being messy in labs....brings me back to the time wer my mum nags me to clean up my room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Moving on to Karmun...Karmi is sweet, i dont think she wud like me saying it but she is sweet, at least among 6 of us. Unlike Panda, she actually foresees the effect of her speech first before actually saying it. So, if i need a consolation from a bad relationship, i'd go to her. There's actually once she found out i was feeling down just by chatting. She never shows that she cares, she never tells u that u can talk to her, she doesnt talk to u when she is down, she is a person with single expression with hundreds of faces on her mind. U can never guess, thats the reason i had to sit and think a while before start writing bout her. To put in poetic words, she is an ancient diary without a key. Karmi and i, we argue a lot. She disagrees, i disagree...and we argue. But again, its constructive discussion. Our argument can vary anywer from how mean i am to wich lecturer suck the most. She is like an angel with a hammer, kncking my head everytime im being mean. So, what wud i do without her? There's one more thing you should knw about her. She is a &lt;a href="mailto:psychotic@mad@crazy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;retarded, psychotic,mad and totally crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And since we hang out with her, people often think we are one of her kind(u know the nut case kind). Then, when u answer one of her questions, which is btw always lame, her first ever reply would be, "u sure o not?!!" and she says it in the most ridiculous way that it makes u doubt your own answers. She is good with cards, i mean good enuf la, well since i suck at it, she seems really good except when it comes to go fish, nah...that has to go..she created a game which looked and sounded like go fish but it is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Su Ann...One word-CRAZY!!!!! i am telling u, she is crazy---the best part, its contagious. u go mad just by being around her. She makes lame jokes, scary eyeball movements ( i mean really scary, if there is a malaysian version of Ju-on, she wud make the perfect match), she makes a very normal statement into the funniest thing to hear. She is helpful, when i need something urgent, she who ill run to. She boasts after that, but thats besides the point...lolz. Lets just put it this way, if im planning a holidays trip with my friends, her name wud be the first on the list...fun to be with, a great companion to laugh with and a hanky if u wna cry. A a perfect mixture of holiday material.She is one of the first person i saw at uni and we totally lost contact for bout one sem and she claims i ignored her. What wud i do without her? Oh i need to tell this, if su ann, panda and i are together, there is one place we shud not be in-LIBRARY. we will make so much of noise and we laugh so loud that we actually forget wer we are. My tummy will literally hurt after that, and ill be gasping for breath like an asthmatic patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then there is Pauline...Awhhh, she is nice-really nice. Karmun and pauline are our source of transportation around. Her favourite tagline "i'm hungry" and she says that only wen we're in the lectures. See y i miss her wen we r on holidays. When she in a bad mood or this whole serious mood, it creeps me out. She has a way getting to me - to make me think if i did something wrong. She loves basketball...jogging...climbing mountains...very active, and someone who knws how to live her life. If i need to get over my ex, she is who i will go for advise. and then she'd probably ask me to get drunk but yeah-thats just one way. What wud i do without her? If Pauline doesnt like something i do, she doesnt always say it out like Panda but shows it instead. She is weight concious...she says she's hungry all the time but she knws the right amout of food to take and never a milligram more. I frankly think Ms.Pau here just reached the transition from child to adult. She has a way of bringing all the attention to her for a moment when she is telling a story. If we dont listen, she'll stop and scold us till we stop watever we r doing and listen to her ( heard of this somewer, yeap, we all use to do this when we were 6, some people have trouble growing out from chilhood). When she is excited, i think her impulse goes hay-wire...she'll start dancing, singing in her deep voice, hitting, move here and there, watever a small kid would do when you tell her she's getting an ice-cream. People may not be what they seem on the outside. Im telling u, do not judge a book by its cover...im telling this out of experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now comes my favourite part...Piriya...I am telling u i have no idea what i wud do without her? I tease her all the time, her innocence are often our topic of discussion...When i say innocent, i am not talking bout love and sex...she is good at that, too good that i call her the porn star(not literally). She is unbelievably forgiving and sweet that she lets everyone use her and it gets into my nerves. Like duh ryte, she s my fren and if everyone uses her to get wat they want, it wud get to me ryte? As much as i tease and make fun of her, it stops there, i wudnt intentionally hurt her. If i need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen to me, i wud ring her up....she may not knw the exact word to say but sometimes u just need someone to listen ryte? THATS HER!! She doesnt mind being puked on after a long day at bar, she doesnt mind being mocked at, she is the living being for the saying "forget and forgive". She's so skinny and small...pri-pri is not the girl u go for an honest opinion, nope...she will never say anything that wud hurt ur feelings. she is very particular bout pleasing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends...the 5 ppl i call my BBF (bitchy best friends). These are the ppl coloring my world with different colors. There maybe up and downs, tears and laughters, the road to an everlasting frenship is never straight, it has its curves, bumps, red lights, traffic polices, accidents but never a dead end. In a few years time, when we graduate with distinctions and merits, there will be a pang in my heart thinking bout how we will be separated by distance. We dont call each other every day, we dont ring up during holidays, we dont hang out 24/7, we dont hang in the phone for hours bitching bout our ex-es but we do share the most beautiful relationship in the world-FRIENDSHIP....&lt;br /&gt;When i wake up every morning, i dont frawn to go to dull lectures knowing that i have this 5 ppl colouring my day. What wud i do without u guys?!!!! LOVE U GUYS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2791374689651308276-5220198264306112579?l=kmekhala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/feeds/5220198264306112579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2791374689651308276&amp;postID=5220198264306112579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5220198264306112579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2791374689651308276/posts/default/5220198264306112579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmekhala.blogspot.com/2008/06/colours-of-my-day.html' title='Colours of My Day!!!!'/><author><name>Mekhala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03104778837197570886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh4Js8OskG8/SFk4q0WXkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JBcjnMg-PfE/s72-c/piriya+s+bday+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
