<?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-6751175346768679640</id><updated>2012-02-07T06:02:34.723+08:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='Complain'/><category term='education'/><category term='frog'/><category term='sad'/><category term='simply'/><category term='personal.'/><category term='L.i'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='public'/><category term='cry'/><category term='tired'/><category term='books'/><category term='shy'/><category term='IT'/><category term='insanity.'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Angry to the max'/><category term='roommate'/><category term='FYP'/><category term='pure nonsense'/><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='Barney'/><category term='Virus'/><category term='emo'/><category term='flu'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Song'/><category term='me'/><category term='Hinduisme'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='english'/><category term='Indians'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='furious'/><category term='happy'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='Java'/><category term='blog'/><category term='angry'/><category term='life'/><category term='private'/><category term='Tensyen'/><category term='cool'/><category term='tags'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='nice'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='yea yea.'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>PrIvAtE DaIsY (Formerly known as Apocalypscus)</title><subtitle type='html'>-At your Service ;)-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5736326744107483889</id><published>2012-01-16T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:29:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why I cant stay angry with you</title><content type='html'>Since you asked, yes I can never stay angry with you coz 1. You dont get angry with me when i am angry with you. 2. You are smart and funny 3. I always run to YOU when something happens. 4. I like the way you advice me. Free advice :p 5. I like the way you ask for a kiss 6. Talking to you always makes me feel better 7. I cant find someone else to talk to who are as nice as you. 8. I trust you with my secrets 9. You are understanding 10. Of course all of the points above ultimately leads to one point....which is the truth behind all the other 9 points....so the reason why I cant stay angry with you is because I am crazily in love with you :) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but hey!! Thats just me! ;) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br/&gt;Vanie @ Daisy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5736326744107483889?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5736326744107483889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5736326744107483889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5736326744107483889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5736326744107483889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-reasons-why-i-cant-stay-angry-with.html' title='10 reasons why I cant stay angry with you'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7977826247664967931</id><published>2011-12-29T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:26:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Bitch</title><content type='html'>Bitch, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Do you seriously think I dont know what is going on between you and him?? It might not be your mistake and I dont blame him for not seeing me that way, but you call yourself my friend and it never occured to you to let me know, when I have been more than clear about my feelings for him?? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This reminds me exactly why I dont have many girlfriends! I am not gonna start a cat fight or call up a gang and talk to you or anything like that. Infact the point here is not that he doesnt like me, i dont care...because I knoe I am out of his league...the point here is you never told me something is going on between you both! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So what m I in all this?? A fucking joker right?? Fucking bitch! Go fuck yourself la!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Screw you and him!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fuckingly pissed off, &lt;br/&gt;Daisy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7977826247664967931?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7977826247664967931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7977826247664967931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7977826247664967931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7977826247664967931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/dearest-bitch.html' title='Dearest Bitch'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7470037977473019694</id><published>2011-12-23T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:26:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are materialistic when Men are superficial</title><content type='html'>**Thanks v2s8 for the inspiration. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I propose a new statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Women are materialistic when Men are superficial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Simply, materialistic women are women who reply on looks more than a man do when it comes to attracting a mate. That is why shoes and hair and all the others is so important to them. Basically whatever benefits them counts. Even in a tiny bit. Guys aren't like that as in they give in and dont give a damn about numbers or often times how they look but personality gives them the edge."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Quoted from a guy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do I agree to the general understatement that says most women are materialistic?. I agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pressing issue here is why do women get their panties in a bunch when they are closely associated with this term - materialistic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal opinion being, this is a somewhat negative term to have it associated with women. Some may agree, some may not. Although the quote from the guy above seems a legit definition for being materialistic, materialistic also means that you are more attracted to tangible things rather than intangibles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets breakdown shall we, lets just say 80% of girls are materialistic 20% are not (not actual statistics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So which one do I belong to? On a spur I would say I belong to the 20% who are not materialistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a person who would prefer a heartfelt kiss to a diamond anytime/anyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a person who would prefer a stroll on the beach to a candle light dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someones says to me &lt;i&gt;"you are materialistic"&lt;/i&gt;, I used to have this urge to get myself a d'eagle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most men are superficial. Yes? Yes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: Given there is only two women left in the world. One is not good looking but is smart and one is very good looking but isn't smart. Which will he go for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: Men will go for the good looking one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not deny this fact. Some are more superficial then others but ultimately most men are superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way the world operates these days. Its very frustrating for people like me who belongs to the not good looking category. There is nothing we can do about it except to better ourselves. This include shoes, handbags, mani pedi, and all those. Having done that we get labelled as being materialistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in all fairness we are all just trying to reach a standard that men has set for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This being said, I agree then, that all women are materialistic, but some are more sensible than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is the case only when men are superficial. All men are superficial but some are more realistic then others. Some don't like girls who are dark, but if her native genes are the ones that gives her dark skin what do you expect her to do. Obviously she is going to go buy all the whitening facial products in the market. Oh this will lead to her being labelled materialistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personality matters yes, some might even say personality  comes first then looks, but its how realistic your definition of looks is what that makes you fall into categories on "level of men superficiality". In other words, all men are superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From all the arguments above, we can deduce that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) All women are materialistic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) All men are superficial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) But some are sensible than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately we want to reach a decision in which it favors both party so this is a number that is always is neutral. Let say that number is zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women = a+c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men = b+c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women are the opposite of men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore time "a" with (-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women now = -a+c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men= b+c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b+c = -a+c &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b = -a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0 = b+a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Women are materialistic when Men are superficial.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agreed?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="Normalcontent" style="clear:both;padding-right:3px;padding-left:3px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-top:0px;position:relative"&gt;&lt;div id="imcontent" style="margin-left:12px"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; direction: ltr; font-family: Calibri; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; direction: ltr; font-family: Calibri; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-7470037977473019694?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7470037977473019694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7470037977473019694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7470037977473019694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7470037977473019694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/women-are-materialistic-when-men-are.html' title='Women are materialistic when Men are superficial'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-4158977771259949823</id><published>2011-10-23T04:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:48:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.DBA</title><content type='html'>I was at the hospital the other day, with an annoying boil in my neck. While waiting for the doctor rite I was kinda contemplating on why the title Dr. is so prestigious and us DBAs are the ignored bunch. Nobody even as so much as flinch when they hear you are a DBA but when you just say you are a Dr everyone is all of a sudden magically impressed. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dont get me wrong, Doctor is a great and noble job. All I am saying is DBAs are too. DBAs mean Database Administrators. We protect data in case you didnt know. So neway, to prove my point&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Case in point 1: &lt;br/&gt;Doctors save lives. We save data! &lt;br/&gt;Anyone in IT will know that often data is the soul of an application. Besides your application being practicaly useless w/o a database we technically protect data. Now this benefits the company greatly in terms of reputation and reliability. When a company is reputable and reliable they often make good money thus they pay the employees well. If you think about it indirectly we save lives too!    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Case in point 2: &lt;br/&gt;People only come to us when they need us. &lt;br/&gt;How many of you actually remmember the name of the doctor who treated you the last time you were in GH? We only remmember doctors when we are sick otherwise we are not even bothered rite. This is the same as us DBAs. People only come to us when they have a problem, then they forget us until next time there is an issue &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Case in point 3:&lt;br/&gt;Both of our jobs requires us to be oncall.&lt;br/&gt;Many people dont know that we DBAs are also required to be oncall. We often have a responding time limit. If we dont respond fast enough we will get escalated, most probably loose our jobs which is equivalent to getting your license revoked if you are a Doctor. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Case in point 4:&lt;br/&gt;Public holidays are just another day for us. &lt;br/&gt;Yup, just like hospital cannot run if there is no doctors, application cannot run if there is no data. Thus we need to be there to support. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So then people, do you think we DBAs need more recognition as the ones like doctors get? We are doctors, just not for humans, we are doctors for databases. We practically deserve a doctorate! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think about it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;;) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4158977771259949823?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4158977771259949823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4158977771259949823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4158977771259949823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4158977771259949823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/drdba.html' title='Dr.DBA'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5670845757446428176</id><published>2011-09-08T07:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:00:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances</title><content type='html'>I actually have never told this story before to anyone, but I dont know why I suddenly feel like sharing this figment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something I regret now when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy. Somewhere along the lines when I was in form 6 and I just broke up with my first ex. Apparently this guy has seen me in perfects gala or something like that. I played a queen in a drama. Withered rose. I still remmember everyhting like it happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my number from a friend, and he actually had the balls to call me and speak to me. Instead of the lame guys who miss calls, or messages like "hi, can we make friends". He called me and introduced himself and after a few weeks on the phone he said he liked me and he wants to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually skeptical about meeting him, but I went ahead, I went with a friend and you know he recognises me, I dont. We met up in A&amp;amp;W seremban in the morning. He saw my car and he walked up to my car. At that very moment I decided I dont like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Becuase he did not look good. Now that I think about it, I feel like an utter bitch. I have no idea how I could do something like this!? It just baffles me. I got down from the car already decided to say no. I did not get to know him, heck I din even give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he was a fake, or he was trying to bang me its besides the point. The point is, if I would have given him a chance, probably I wouldnt be here, like this right now. For the better or for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I actually like someone I will sell my soul for that guy and he is not even giving me a chance, i know exactly how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is karma! I deserve this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remmember your name, but I know how you look like. If by hook or crook you do land on this website, I just would like to say, I am sorry. I was very young and naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5670845757446428176?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5670845757446428176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5670845757446428176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5670845757446428176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5670845757446428176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/chances.html' title='Chances'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8808342296615288539</id><published>2011-09-06T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:39:14.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11kg in 2 months</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my wonderful friends Bear, Kak Wawa and Dark Angelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : Guys, I have no rights to dictate on losing weight as I am not a licensed nutrionist or a licensed personal trainer. I am writing this based on my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 11kgs in 2 months and all of a sudden I am a weight losing guru...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...me! the weight lost guru!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I just want to take this tiny weeny space to thank all my friends who supported me and are still supporting me in various ways in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to my brother Alien. Without him, never would have acheived this. I am still in the journey...going to keep going....but now feeling extra extra motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, based on my experience here are some things I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two major things I did to loose weight. 1. Diet 2. Excersize&lt;br /&gt;One major point to remmember is, losing weight is about changing your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Lets break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dieting.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Dieting doesnt mean you have to be hungry. In fact its the exact opposite. I went on a low carb diet. This means no rice and minimal(once a week) rice products(thosai, idli, kuey teow, mee hoon), no bread/buns/pastry, also no sugar at all, minimal salt. &lt;br /&gt;So what do I eat?? Oats, meat, vege, fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Salt causes water retention that make you gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Know what you eat. Try to go for the food that has the least calories in the menu. Like I said, changing life style. Dieting doesnt mean you cant go out and eat...bullshit!!, go out and enjoy but know what you eat. Like for example, mee hoon is made out of rice flour thus its high in calories, opt for mee instead, bee-hoon has the least calories of all mee types. Order drinks with no sugar. If you are craving for something sweet opt for fruit juice w/o sugar.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Ice is enemy. Dont take iced drinks ecspecially after you eat.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Snack. Never let yourself fee hungry. If you are hungry, your insulin level will lower down in your body causing your metabolism to slow down. Bad. Our goal is to speed up the metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;Allow sinful indulgence once in a while. This is just to keep you motivated, if you have the will power as hard as adamantium then dont. My sinful indulgence is pork :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats as far as my dieting goes. Its not that hard actually. Just make a few tweaks here and there. Like when you go to a Banana leaf restaurant, try to forgo the rice, choose stuff that are more healthy for example, choose curry chicken instaed of fried chicken. Still chicken mah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Choose a sport you like..a sport that involves physical activity. Like Badminton!. I go badminton almost once every week without fail. 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;I briskly jog almost 3 km every alternate days and badminton every alternate days. But if no partner for badminton then jog la. But exercise everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest cardio workouts to loose weight. Once you have your ideal weight than you can do some sculpting and toning exercise. This is just what I think la. I am no expert, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will put you down. You have no idea what people can say. I have been through it all. Honestly I did not care. I just did what my heart told me and it paid off. Well in your face mother fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will say stupid things that makes sense also like, climb up the stairs instead of the lift. Bullshit!! Yes it will help you loose weight but its not practical. Who wants to be all sweaty when going to work or somewhere. Faggots, thats who!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the person who condemned me and said, "oh vanie, why dont you just order McDee and have it delivered to your feet so that you dont have to walk' just becuase I did not want to walk in the blithering hot sun for lunch, well.....fuck you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do what your heart says. Seriously. Remmember the end of the day, when you step on the weighing scale, it will all be worth it. Trust me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11kgs lesser,&lt;br /&gt;Private Daisy&lt;br /&gt;At your service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8808342296615288539?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8808342296615288539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8808342296615288539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8808342296615288539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8808342296615288539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/11kg-in-2-months.html' title='11kg in 2 months'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1781630466272874500</id><published>2011-08-09T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:55:31.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Gangsters--A heartfelt review</title><content type='html'>This movie was one awesome local made movie. Hats off to the director "Shark".&lt;br /&gt;The fighting sequence is not that great la...becuase it looked a bit fake, but for a local production it was awesome. The characters were potrayed properly with proper slang and all and Ady Putra....Oh la la......that guy, is sooooo effing handsome....and his style....God, I just love him in this movie. Btw, if you are watching the movie he is Jai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know, I am gonna try speaking in the Gangster-ish slang...Let me try. Bear with me....just one or two lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa cakap sama lu, ini KL taiko muvee ar manyak bes tau! Sial la. Gua mau cakap sama lu, ini mesti lu tgk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, I know. Its 6am... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1781630466272874500?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1781630466272874500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1781630466272874500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1781630466272874500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1781630466272874500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/kl-gangsters-heartfelt-review.html' title='KL Gangsters--A heartfelt review'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5063887872003184257</id><published>2011-07-29T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T02:52:20.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudice Much?</title><content type='html'>Long time since I actually blogged about something that is not exactly about me.&lt;br /&gt;I would probably be labelled as bitch for doing this but, hey someone's gotta be the bitch aint it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Indian" friend posted on facebook saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there I was thinking "Wah, long time never go Indian Restaurant, always Mamak Shop," so today go Indian Restaurant and eat the usual stuff I eat at a Mamak shop : Rice+Vegetable+Fried Chicken....It cost me RM9.50 without the drinks!!!!! Oh, Now I know why I stop going to an Indian Restaurant....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me being me, I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/coolvaneegurl" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=753844565" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanie Da Apocalypscus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Oh c'mon man!!Dont be soo prejudice. It not necessarily had to be Indian restaurant that charges you that much! Pls la....I have been to a Malay restaurant that charges me rm5 for just sayur+rice+egg. I have been to a Chinese restaurant that charges 5rm for chicken rice. Why discriminate by race neway?? probably the owner of the Indian shop needs to cater for the rents and workmanships you know probably becuase he doesnt get enough money becuase people like you exists! Neway, just my opinion...cheers!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which some dude said, I am insensible becuase being racist and complaining about high price of the food is two different things. Also another person posted saying &lt;strong&gt;"indian food are so expensive"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which my friend replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Err...Dear Vanie, you think that Indian Restaurant is the 1st Indian Restaurant I'm going??? These are the facts!!! I can get a the same meal at a Chinese Restaurant/Mamak Shop (in the same row where this particular Indian Restaurant located) for RM4.50.... I ain't gonna change my statement...Indian Restaurants are far more expensive...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I laughed my ass off. The thing is rite, even in university he never used to be fond of indians (so was I). I dont blame, that fucking ass hole seniors made our lives a living hell. But you know, no matter how you act all 1Malaysia, your mentality clearly states otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Indian mentality don't y'all think so. First of all, be it in the same row, or the same place, if you can prove to me they have the same square feet of space, same kind off tables, same kind off ambience (lighting, air cond ) and all then I might agree to what he said la right. There are so many other factors that contributes to the price of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do we have to discriminate based on the race? What none of us have ever had expensive food in other race's restaurants?There are some things that are distinct to our race like the "staring competition" which I dont mind if you comment on it, but this is just so prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian food are expensive.......pfffttt.....seriously dude.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were in KK?? Our hostel food cost about 5rm just for some rice+chicken+sayur which is not even nice but Lotus Banana Leaf food costs us rm6 with free flow of rice and vege plus ice water plus one plate of chicken. Oh, sorry I forgot, you were probably too busy critisizing Indians. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, seriously, change this mentality. When a guy speaks loudly in a restaurant dont come and post saying "OMG, the indian guy was speaking soo loudly in the restaurant" Pleeease la....It was just one person. Not only Indian people do this, and probably the other person on the line was having trouble hearing. Stop discriminating based on race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, it wouldnt be right if I posted based on the post above"Indians are cheap" would it? Becuase most of them are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest C,&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to provoke, or start a cyber war, but seriously have some dignity, get your facts rite before posting understatements such as "&lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt; foods are more expensive". Consider keeping you thoughts to yourself mate. Might help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5063887872003184257?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5063887872003184257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5063887872003184257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5063887872003184257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5063887872003184257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/prejudice-much.html' title='Prejudice Much?'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-8412063609430165393</id><published>2011-07-14T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:02:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>Come on, take a break from all the "clean" that has been happening!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Recently, I had an enlightenment to loose weight. I have no intentions of becoming Simran or whatsoever...just taking my mind off things and bla bla which I will probably write soon...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Neway like any struggle or war motivation is needed for you to keep your mind to it. So here is how you seek motivation Private Daisy's style!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Find a joggers park with hot guys!! There is no other better motivator than this!! It gives comfort to your eyes while shedding pounds!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. Be friends with your weighing machine..stick a picture of a person you absolutely dont like so you will feel the need to step on it often.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. Make enemies with your food. When you munch on a burger just remind yourself that whatever in there might be crushed chicken feet or crushed chicken skull!! Eeewwww!!! See it works!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. When a hot guy jogs pass you, turn back and jog in the opposite direction. If you are lucky enough he will smile when he passes you!! A great motivation!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5. Also eat at classy places with hot waiters!! That way you will be shy to eat too much and probably will just order a salad!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just for fun! Dont get so uptight!! But try it! It works!!! Lol..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On a more serious note, to anyone who is going through the struggle, i feel your pain! Dont stop, dont quit, we can do it!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P/S: shall leave you all with an awesome picture of myself!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D2xNicCScBg/Th720pLMKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XJklIiy6Ne4/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8412063609430165393?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8412063609430165393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8412063609430165393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8412063609430165393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8412063609430165393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-D2xNicCScBg/Th720pLMKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XJklIiy6Ne4/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2825321178645596174</id><published>2011-07-06T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:13:14.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demented Subconcious</title><content type='html'>Seriously. My subconcious is demented!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post a shoutout in Facebook saying that in over a month only yesterday I got the chance to actually sleep at night so Lord, please bless my sleep with sweet dreams. Preferably Gerard Butler or Hugh Jackman or Mr. V. But guess who was in my dreams? Arya!! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait it gets better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how the story goes. It was a whole tamil movie shit I tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arya and I were lovers. The thinner and hotter version of me of course! What?? Its a dream...I have no control over it. Neway back to the story. He was really sweet and nice. Then you know there were the datings and all. He was awesome and we were so in love with each other (who wouldnt be in love with Arya!!!??) Then suddenly he called me out to go the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up with his motorbike and we went to an Amman temple. I dont know where the temple is.......I have never seen it before. There were one aunty sitting there in one of the tables there making flower garlands. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled at her and we prayed and we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he left me, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me. Jesus, I tell you it felt soooo real!! As I was about to pull away my phone rang. I woke up. It was 3am. Someone messaged me. Then still feeling like high (no not from the kiss ;) from the sudden awaking!!) I went had some water to drink and slept back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is the dream continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was all dolled up with makeup and a nice dress. As I was sitting in a ballroom??(I think) I spotted Arya there with a bunch of people. I got curious as to why he did not invite me to the event, or even mention about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to him and greeted him. Then he gave me a look of fear and confusion but managed to maintain his calm and say "Hi vanie, meet my wife".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard that tears started rolling down my eyes and I ran....I ran away from him...He chased me and caught hold of me. *so dramatic la :P* The he said, I am sorry...then I shouted to him while still crying of course "Idiot!! I actually truly loved you!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Krrririiiiiiiiiiiiinngg....My alarm rang. Time to wake up. Damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I decrypted some figments from my dream. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Arya :&lt;/strong&gt; I was talking about Boss engira Baskaran to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Amman temple :&lt;/strong&gt; Saw someone post saying Seremban Amman temple is beautiful then someone countered that and commented all temples are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Just a bonus! :P Please la. Who wouldnt kiss Arya!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The betrayal:&lt;/strong&gt; Was reading &lt;a href="http://ragedindian.com/"&gt;RagedIndian&lt;/a&gt; about tips for girls to not get cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The women:&lt;/strong&gt; This one I think could have been my mother. Just days ago I was wishing she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Dream decrypted. This always happens to me. Whatever I do or think in the day is what I dream when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I should think of more wild things in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Have a great day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2825321178645596174?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Btw, my iphone lock screen &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8Wlu9qfJ6IU/ThO2k-jT3rI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tLRsiQtYzK8/s288/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2825321178645596174?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2825321178645596174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2825321178645596174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2825321178645596174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2825321178645596174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/demented-subconcious.html' title='Demented Subconcious'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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://lh6.ggpht.com/-8Wlu9qfJ6IU/ThO2k-jT3rI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tLRsiQtYzK8/s72-c/My%252520Uploaded%252520Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-3777766093871743786</id><published>2011-07-04T04:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:17:36.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog just came out of a coma!</title><content type='html'>It feels like it has been ages since I blogged. To tell you the truth I just couldnt bring myself to write something. No inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written some stuff but just have no inspiration to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this writters block?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget. The results for acceptance into University for 2011 for STPM leavers will be out on the 15th of July. All the best people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have a particular topic to write. I am just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. To tell the truth right I have thought to shutdown this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had liked writing. I dont write to impress people, nor sm I some kind off prodigy or any of that shit. I write to calm myself down. I am very hot tempered person. I used to get so angry that I use to cut myself just to calm myself. (When I was a teenager, I dont this now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strict mother. I love her, yes I do, but her expectations were impossible. She used to hit me for not getting 100% in a test when I have got 98%. I dont blame her. She was not educated, and to be the uneducated one in between family members who are all educated is difficult. She wanted me to do well, and I thank her for if its not for her I will not be who I am now. God, I miss her :(. Ok back on track, when I was at that age I did not have the maturity to understand all this and I use to get so angry and cut myself to calm myself because I din have the privellage of someone to talk to (being the only child) or go out to calm myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course was a self destructive behavior. Dont do this guys. Someone told me to channel my anger into something more creative (thanks whoever you are!). So I did. I wrote. I penned down my anger, my frustrations, then took a lighter and burned it. This calmed me down and helped me to cope with my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an avid follower of my blog you would have noticed that I mostly write my frustartions and feelings. Also if you are very observant I have deleted many posts that I wrote out of frutrations simply because I want to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything similar?? Yes, I write to forget my frustrations...NOT to gain symphaty, NOT to be famous, NOT to attract attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I want to make it public is because I want it to be useful to atleast one soul, one soul in this world. Just one soul somewhere, I will be happy. I want one person who decided to commit suicide becuase her boyfriend left her to read my blog and know that someone else going through it without having to end your life. I want a person who is a misfit in University to feel that he/she can survive in University if they try. I want one person to know that friends can hurt you so keep your guard up. One person benifiting from my frustrations is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do being noble or whatever shit ok! Seriously. I am not mother Theressa. I am also selfish. I really appreciate when someone comes and tell me, "Hey Vanie, I understand what you are going through" or someone leaving a positive comment. This makes me happy. Makes me know I am not at all as alone as I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I want to shutdown my blog? Well lately, people have been using my blog as a weapon against me. My insecurities as their loop hole to critisize me. I hate this. I dont understand. If you dont like it go away, why read then critisize? Construvtive critisism is acceptable but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elatheyum padichithu...."I dont understand why she want to post this. Does she think people want to know how fucked up her life is? So lame. Like as if she is the only one going through shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in my blog did I say that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the FISH?? You dont like dont read la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway fuck all of you fucktards!! I am keeping my blog. I am gonna continue writing about my lifeless life also about other stuff when I have the mood. Do what you can!! Try and stop me 0_o!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to frequent write ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daisy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-3777766093871743786?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3777766093871743786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3777766093871743786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3777766093871743786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3777766093871743786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-blog-just-came-out-of-coma.html' title='My blog just came out of a coma!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6295046416719422647</id><published>2011-05-21T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T04:05:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>It's fucked up how people you love soo much are actually the ones who hurt you the most. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you are my blog follower you would probably sighing and saying sheesh when do u ever not get hurt you tell me? Yeah, I know, even I feel very tired of myself. I dont know why my life is like this. Everytime I trust and love a person so much they end up hurting me. Life is as such la. I try and distant myself from people but then I am labelled as anti-social. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Getting hurt from a lover is whole other thing then getting hurt by your friend. Sometimes friends know you better than your lover. Thats how I am with friends. I am very selfless to my friends. Having all said and done when they backstab you, hurts as hell :( &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rambling. I know. Just hurt. My life has been revolving Around friends and when they backstab like this its just so much of pain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I usually confront friends who I am angry with. This time. Nop. Time to make a difference. Since whatever I say is not going to matter Iight as well make myself dont matter. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Detach. Thats the word. Detachment. Might as well be detached with people so that they cant hurt you. As for "friends" who caused me this much of hurt, I am done. Please stay away from me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Detached!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pardon the typo and horrendous grammar. 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Rajnikanth makes onions cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rajnikanth can delete the Recycle Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ghosts are actually caused by Rajnikanth killing people faster than Death can process them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rajnikanth can build a snowman…out of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rajnikanth can strangle you with a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rajnikanth can drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When Rajnikanth enters a room, he doesn’t turn the lights on, he turns the dark off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When Rajnikanth looks in a mirror the mirror shatters, because not even glass is stupid enough to get in between Rajnikanth and Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards.Rajnikanth can throw Brett Favre even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last digit of pi is Rajnikanth. He is the end of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rajnikanth does not know where you live, but he knows where you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bullets dodge Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A Handicap parking sign does not signify that this spot is for handicapped people. It is actually in fact a warning, that the spot belongs to Rajnikanth and that you will be handicapped if you park there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Rajnikanth’ calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd, no one fools Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you spell Rajnikanth wrong on Google it doesn’t say, “Did you mean Rajnikanth?” It simply replies, “Run while you still have the chance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Rajnikanth can do a wheelie on a unicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Once a cobra bit Rajnikanth’ leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When Rajnikanth gives you the finger, he’s telling you how many seconds you have left to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Rajnikanth can kill two stones with one bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Rajnikanth was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to spin. The next 29 minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9 percent of germs. Rajnikanth can kill 100 percent of whatever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. There is no such thing as global warming. Rajnikanth was cold, so he turned the sun up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Rajnikanth can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Rajnikanth has a deep and abiding respect for human life… unless it gets in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. It takes Rajnikanth 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Rajnikanth once shot down a German fighter plane with his finger, by yelling, “Bang!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Rajnikanth could use to kill you, including the room itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind every dead man, there is Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Rajnikanth destroyed the periodic table, because Rajnikanth only recognizes the element of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Rajnikanth got his driver’s license at the age of 16 Seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. With the rising cost of gasoline, Rajnikanth is beginning to worry about his drinking habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The square root of Rajnikanth is pain. Do not try to square Rajnikanth, the result is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When you say “no one’s perfect”, Rajnikanth takes this as a personal insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Rajnikanth taught Chuck Norris how to deliver roundhouse kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Rajnikanth once roundhouse kicked a Tata truck in Chennai. It became the Tata Nano and fell on Mamata Banerjee’s head in Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Rajnikanth reverses Court judgements by making the ink run back into the Judge’s ballpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Rajnikanth once boarded a Virgin Atlantic flight from Chennai to New York. The stewards served the tea cold. So when the flight finally touched down, it was just ‘Atlantic’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Matrix was originally planned in Tamil with Rajnikanth as Rajnikanth. But the bullets were so shit scared that they pissed in the barrels and refused to come out of the guns in his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Rajnikanth once went to Jim Corbett National Park. After eight straight hours of snapping pictures, the tired tigers ran out of camera film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Rajnikanth doesn’t need to sleep with a gun under his pillow. He is deadlier with the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The movie ’300′ was initially planned to be made with Rajnikanth. It was originally named ’1′.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Rajnikanth is so flexible, he can lick his elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. He’s also so smart; he knows you’d try to do it after reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Raincoats were developed to prevent raindrops from getting electrocuted on coming within 100 metres of Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;45. Rajnikanth has successfully reversed global warming. All the glaciers just froze when they heard his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Rajnikanth once dived into the sea from his Chennai condo. The next thing you know is that a tsunami has hit half the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The Chennai – Delhi Rajdhani Express once missed Rajnikanth. It ran as fast as it could but failed to catch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Rajnikanth can kill 100 villains at a time just with his dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Viagra often needs Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Newton gave us just the three dumb laws of motion. Rajnikanth has already given us 33,945 laws of commotion and the count is far from completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. No one messes with Rajnikanth. Only Rajnikanth can mess with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Sunny Deol once thrashed a battalion of Pakistanis with his bare hands. Rajnikanth can thrash 1000 such Sunny Deols with his bare tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Parachutes were invented just to prevent the earth from getting shattered to pieces when hit by a falling Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Only two things on earth are visible from space. Rajnikanth in his mundu and some wall in Africa. Or is that in China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What colour is Rajnikanth’s blood? Haha! Trick question! Rajnikanth never bleeds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Rajnikanth is faster than email. He is now officially the second fastest thing in the Universe after MMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Rajnikanth uses pepper spray as eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Man proposes; Rajnikanth disposes. And disposes fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Rajnikanth has allowed to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Outer space exists because it’s afraid to be on the same planet with Rajnikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Rajnikanth counted to infinity – twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. When Rajnikanth does a push-up, he isn’t lifting himself up; he’s pushing the Earth down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Rajnikanth is so fast, he can run around the world and punch himself in the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Rajnikanth’s hand is the only hand that can beat a Royal Flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Rajnikanth doesn’t wear a watch; HE decides what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Rajnikanth gave Mona Lisa that smile.&lt;br /&gt;67. Rajnikanth can slam a revolving door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Rajnikanth does not get frostbite. Rajnikanth bites frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Remember the Soviet Union? They decided to quit after watching a Padayappa on Satellite TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. There are no races, only countries of people Rajnikanth has beaten to different shades of black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Rajnikanth’s house has no doors, only walls that he walks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. When Rajnikanth has sex with a man, it won’t be because he is gay. It will be because he has run out of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Rajnikanth doesn’t actually write books, the words assemble themselves out of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Rajnikanth can divide by zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Newton’s Third Law is wrong: Although it states that for each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, there is no force equal in reaction to a Rajnikanth turnaround kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one. For Rajnikanth, each testicle is larger than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. When taking the GRE, write “Rajnikanth” for every answer. You will score over 1600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Rajnikanth invented black. In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light, except for pink. Tom Cruise invented pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. In the beginning there was nothing…then Rajnikanth kicked that nothing in the face and said “Get a job”. That is the story of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Rajnikanth has 12 moons. One of those moons is the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rajnikanth grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Archaeologists unearthed an old English dictionary dating back to the year 1236. It defined “victim” as “one who has encountered Rajnikanth”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Rajnikanth ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. If you Google search “&lt;a title="http://lankaoil.com/index.php?q=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5nb29nbGUuY29tL3NlYXJjaD9xPVJham5pa2FudCtnZXR0aW5nK2hpcythc3Mra2lja2VkJmFtcDtzb3VyY2VpZD1uYXZjbGllbnQtZmYmYW1wO2llPVVURi04JmFtcDtybHo9MUIzR0dHTF9lbklOMjM4SU4yMzg%3D&amp;#10;rajnikant getting his ass kicked" href="http://lankaoil.com/index.php?q=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5nb29nbGUuY29tL3NlYXJjaD9xPVJham5pa2FudCtnZXR0aW5nK2hpcythc3Mra2lja2VkJmFtcDtzb3VyY2VpZD1uYXZjbGllbnQtZmYmYW1wO2llPVVURi04JmFtcDtybHo9MUIzR0dHTF9lbklOMjM4SU4yMzg%3D" target="_blank"&gt;Rajnikanth getting his ass kicked&lt;/a&gt;” you will generate zero results. It just doesn’t happen. It shows now 400+ results. Thanks to these facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Rajnikanth can drink an entire gallon of milk in thirty-seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Rajnikanth doesn’t bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. It takes Rajnikanth 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The Bermuda Triangle used to be the Bermuda Square, until Rajnikanth kicked one of the corners off.&lt;br /&gt;89. There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, Rajnikanth lives in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Rajnikanth once ate an entire bottle of sleeping pills. They made him blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. James Cameron wanted Rajnikanth to play the Terminator. However, upon reflection, he realized that would have turned his movie into a documentary, so he went with Arnold Schwarzenegger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Thousands of years ago Rajnikanth came across a bear. It was so terrified that it fled north into the arctic. It was also so terrified that all of its decedents now have white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Facebook founder Mark Zukerberg was hospitalized???? Because Rajnikanth poked him on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Rajnikanth doesnt need a debugger. He simply stares at the code and the bug confesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Rajnikanth’s pulse is measured in richter scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Rajnikanth can speak Braille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Rajnikanth has seen the face of the fat lady who owns the house in Tom n Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Rajnikanth had died 20 yrs ago... Death hasn’t built up the courage to tell him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Rajnikanth can finish mario without using the jump button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Rajnikanth doesn’t pay attention- attention pays him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Rajnikanth stared at the sun for hours... The sun then blinked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Rajinikanth once entered a race, he came first, second &amp;amp; third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. The missing piece of Apple Inc. logo was officially eaten by Rajnikanth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Don’t miss the most exiting TV show ever on Discovery Channel...WILD VS RAJNIKANTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Rajnikanth started writing his autobiography some years ago and today it’s called The Guinness Book of World Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Rajnikanth once threw a coin in pity at a nigger……..He is now known as 50cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Once Rajnikanth kicked a football...it still rotates around the sun and is known as Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. A basketball player spun a basketball on his finger and asked Rajnikanth, ‘Can u do it?’ Rajni said, ‘How do u think the earth spins?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Everytime you see Internal Server Errors on a webpage, its Rajnikanth trying to join it. Servers shuts-down in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Rajnikanth can make calls from his iPod to his iPad…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Once Death had ‘near Rajnikanth experience’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Rajnikanth knows what came first, chicken or egg!!&lt;br /&gt;113. Rajnikanth doesn’t need water supply. Hydrogen and Oxygen merge at the sight of him and produce water whenever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Some magicians can walk on water, Rajnikanth can swim through land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Rajnikanth can light a fire by rubbing two ice-cubes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Rajnikanth added facebook as his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Rajnikanth is a vegetarian. Meaning, he does not eat animals until first he puts them into vegetative state with his fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. There used to be a street named after Rajnikanth, but it was changed because nobody crosses Rajnikanth and lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Rajnikanth can run you over with a parked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Rajnikanth doesn’t have bad days. Bad days have Rajnikanth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most importantly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Rajnikanth does not need VPN to connect to his office network from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! Add more if you have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-9142113049783424335?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9142113049783424335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=9142113049783424335' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9142113049783424335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9142113049783424335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/facts-abt-superstar.html' title='Facts abt superstar!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6248120992285318335</id><published>2011-05-03T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:37:49.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>I was just sifting through some pictures of a place called Leh in North India. What never heard of it? Come on, dont make me Google it for you, go Google it up yourself! Dont be lazy. Ok la Ok la, just click on this --------&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leh"&gt;Leh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this has nothing to do with Leh, is just that when I was looking at the pictures I realise that the pictures that attracted me most is the pictures of thunderstorm. Ever since I could remmember I have always loved heavy rain and thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the calm breeze brushing your face, that cozy chill, that dull environment, the sparkling lightings the rolling thunder.....its just so awesome. Is the most awesome feeling you can have. All that cozy yet terrified emotions. Unexplainable la. You have to feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain. You know to curl up in bed with a nice romantic novel and some hot chocolate with a nice fluffy comforter and my cuddly Bobo on a day with heavy rain...heaven I tell you. Nothing can beat that. Or to get soaking drenched in rain, then go have a hot bath and sleep..fuuuhhh...the best sleep you can have! Not even alcohol can beat that I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa rain. Nature's best gift to human kind. So naturally when it was raining yest night and today morning, I find myself being in a very good mood throughout the day so far. A lot of things is happening in my life now but I could care less, you know why? Why becuase I can look out of the window and see dark clouds forming which could only mean one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6248120992285318335?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6248120992285318335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6248120992285318335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6248120992285318335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6248120992285318335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-thunderstorms.html' title='I love thunderstorms'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6186683207790159315</id><published>2011-05-03T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:27:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 reasons when Private Daisy will go to office.</title><content type='html'>Just for fun. My wonderful friend was making fun at me becuase I dont turn up very often in office. Wait!!! Its not becuase I am lazy, its becuase my company allows working from home policy, and since I can do my job at home I dont see why I should come to office all the way from Seremban to PJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Reasons When Private Daisy will go to office courtesy of &lt;a href="http://aprilgirl87.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NightFox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. Submit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Very important, so first on the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. V****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Guess yourself la....also important, for health and mental reasons, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. Meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Can la, meeting got, must go lor...what to do!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. General Shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This one is a new "rule" by ___, ___, ____, (fill in the blank with desired "word") team lead. General shift means must come to office konon!! Ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. Internet connection down at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This is a real bummer!! Streamyx DumbFuck!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6186683207790159315?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6186683207790159315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6186683207790159315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6186683207790159315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6186683207790159315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-reasons-when-private-daisy-will-go-to.html' title='5 reasons when Private Daisy will go to office.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6127672160561398749</id><published>2011-04-24T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:06:14.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer : This is my opinion. If you think it makes sense embrace it, if you dont then just stop reading. Dont come and comment stupid nonsense all as I know this somewhat an issue or utter sensitivity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Some of us beleive in HIM, some of us don't. Some of us see HIM as the ultimate, some of us see him as something as simple as humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just writing this out of frustration of some people who are so called religious. Where did religion come from? Why is religion which I assume is a set of rules which can be followed to live a good life and ultimately seek God being used as a weapon to target and kill each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not get carried away, let start from the little pesky things that I am deeply iritated about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Dont say my God's name, you are not my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think the first most basic lesson in all religion is to see GOD as one. Yes, God is one. Then ask me why we have so many Gods? Let me explain this in the most simple manner i can think of. God is ONE. THE ONE. Different people see him in a different way, beleive in a different way. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say your dad is a policemen, does everyone see your dad as DAD? He might be funny and kind to you, but can he be the same with a theif? When he is with you he is your dad, when he is with your mom he is a husband, when he is in a police office he is a policeman. Does that make the person many person? Just because many people see him in different ways? What I am trying to say is, God takes different forms, to perform different tasks but he is ulimately one. He takes different names, with different people but ultimately he is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop giving me the stink eye whenever i say "Jesus, save me", it does not mean I am converted to a christian and it does not mean I dont like being Hindu. I have faith in HIM, thats all that matters. Whether I want to call Jesus, ot Lord Muruga or Lord Shiva, its my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. You dont go to temple so you are not a good Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, it has been almost 4 years since I set foot in a temple. I went last week, becuase I felt like going. Thats all. You say God is everywhere, then why do we need to go to temple to worship him? We go and perform archanai, donate a small fortune to the temple in hopes of God will do good to you? Are you trying to bribe God? Is this really what our religion has thought us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you donate the money to a fellow human being that has the talents and determination to become a doctor but cant becuase he/she doesnt not have money? Then he/she can go one saving people's life? Isnt this what our religion teaches us to do? To help other people? Than to bribe God? Asking him for a house, job some even ask for a lover!! Kekekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, is temples what it used to be? Damn bloody rules, and the best part is, those arent the rules that guide you to worship god the right way, but rules that are dumb rules like this one aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enna ma, todhu koode poodame kovilekku vare...inthe mathirilam vare koodathu ma, lakshnama thodhu lam pothukitte than varanum"&lt;br /&gt;"What is this? why arent you wearing any earrings? You should wear all this when you come to temple".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WTF!? I come temple to pray lady not to be a walking jewellery store. This is why I dont beleive in going to temples as often. Phone will ring, people talking nonsense stories, people dating (seen with my own eyes) Neway, my grandfather do prayers at home. I beleive in God, I try my best to do good to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not mean I am an atheist just because I dont go to temple. If I feel like going I will go, if I dont I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. Why you have so many Gods? Your God's got wives ar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply iritated with these kinda question. Seriously! I mean if you would have asked this question 20 years ago, I might have have the courtesy to answer you, but now, in the era of limitless information all on your fingertips you still want to ask this type of question?? Why dont you go and google up, find some information on what really is then you come and ask me if you dont understand instead of cynically asking me these type of questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have a lot of Gods, but God is ultimately one. He is just in different forms so that we humans can worship HIM. Why some people pray to Muruga but some to Amman? Becuase of preference. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes "my" God has wives. So? These wives that we are talking about are not the sexual wives that you might have. Wives here is merely a Sakhti. God does not have a form.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to tell you, God has no shape but he has incorporated some sakhti can you imagine? Can you see it? Does it like make you understand? No rite? Which is merely why Gods took form so that we have something solid for us to worship. To reach the maturity of worshipping God as he is(formless) will take a lot of determination and time and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop using religion to attack each other. Learn how to keep an open mind as many different people have many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things done. ~Harry Emerson Fosdick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6127672160561398749?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6127672160561398749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6127672160561398749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6127672160561398749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6127672160561398749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-3414660280224092024</id><published>2011-04-23T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:42:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe is awesome</title><content type='html'>This post is typed using entirely my cool spanking new iphone!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have just wasted 10 seconds of your life reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-3414660280224092024?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3414660280224092024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3414660280224092024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3414660280224092024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3414660280224092024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/joe-is-awesome.html' title='Joe is awesome'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6130229106654856389</id><published>2011-04-11T09:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:23:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise your hand if you had an awesome weekend!</title><content type='html'>*Both hands raised* Me! Me! Me! Pardon my very emotional post before.&lt;br&gt; Having all said and done, I always somehow manage to find the strength to pick myself up, dust my down and move on.&lt;br&gt; There is a whole long story on why I like to write when I am depressed. I will take up that up in another post aite. This is happy post. Lets not spoil the mood. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had a freaking awesome weekend.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We did not do anything out of the ordinary that much. Just that this time I had the rite company and the right mood. Bala and Fortious, you guys really made my weekend happen la! *Naan pathethen nee pathetheya???!!*. Bunch of jokers I tell you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Friday went gaming, Saturday went gaming, Sunday had a massive lunch as my grandfather (grandmother's bro) was going back to india. I cooked, naturally. &lt;br&gt;Menu:&lt;br&gt; 1. Long beans with egg.&lt;br&gt; 2. Mutton dry curry.&lt;br&gt; 3. Crab dry curry&lt;br&gt; 4. Raasam&lt;br&gt; 5. Coleslaw(I cant take credit for this, this my aunt made)&lt;br&gt; After massive lunch, dinner went to KFC. There is something about pigging out that is therapeutic. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; On the other hand, I should stop eating for 4 days for this food to settle. This weekend was a fun filled, awesome weekend. There was not any moment in my that days that I felt lonely or bored. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ouh! Ouh! and another best part is, I had a dream about the special someone. Such a vivid dream. The feeling I got when he looked directly into my eyes is still lingering in my mind. It was a sweet dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Even while writing this down I am having this sly grin on my face, and I certainly feel my face blushing. Fortious is rite, I am soooo like a 15 year old girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Oh and I have to put this saying down here, courtesy of Dr3dd&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I give you apple, you give me seeds -Dr3DD-&lt;br&gt; Such wiseness.&lt;br&gt; Here is a toast to an AWESOME weekend.&lt;br&gt; Have a great week guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6130229106654856389?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6130229106654856389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6130229106654856389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6130229106654856389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6130229106654856389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/raise-your-hand-if-you-had-awesome.html' title='Raise your hand if you had an awesome weekend!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-9123948672285228423</id><published>2011-04-07T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:42:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of weakness</title><content type='html'>My life is a great big joke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so irritated with everything that is happening in my life now. Sometimes I wish my mother was alive so that I can leave all the house problems to her and I can move on with my life. MY LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is living with old people is not easy. They are ticking time bomb, anyhting might happen anytime. The amount of strength I need to keep myself in check and available for when disaster does strike in my house is just freaking unbelieveable. I am not as strong as people perceive me to be, but I have to be that strong. I have to. I have no other choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back home one big drama, at work more drama, love like even a bigger drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say really. I spend ONE YEAR of my life tending to my grandfather and grandmother. My grandma was bed ridden at that time, I brought her back to her feet. I did all the work a housewife would do, cooking, cleaning, bathing my grandma, washing the clothes, only enough for my grandfather to call me "good for nothing". He had the nerve to say I am sitting at home doing nothing just becuase I dont have a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, once my grandma was back on her feet I got myself a job. I have moved on with my life. WHAT ELSE DOES THESE PEOPLE WANT FROM ME??? I give them all money every month + buy marketing stuff when ever there is nothing to cook + maintaining the car + helping around in the house when I can. Of course I dont help around much becuase my working hours is so erratic. What else do they expect from me? I just dont understand it, why am I ever not good enough for them? Why am I always the bad girl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Thats another great big joke. Same thing as home only. No matter how much I do its never enough for what its worth it will never be enough. You know my team lead said to me "I feel like you are not doing any work". What do you expect me to say in this situation. Am I suppose to defend myself? You know its pointless becuase people will only beleive what they want to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna hear another great big joke. My love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Broke up a 4 year relationship becuase I refuse to sleep around with him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a guy seemingly nice, all went well when he finally said to me he had brain cancer and he doesnt want to hurt me so he doesnt want to talk to me anymore. Till this day I dont know the truth of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;3. Lorry driver from 7 eleven asked me out. &lt;br /&gt;4. A guy came into my life, talked to me, comforted me, gave me happiness and just took it all away one day only for me to nakka tongepoderan and go behind him. But sorry la I am just not that kinda girl!!&lt;br /&gt;5. 20 year old boy asked me what do I do when I am alone?&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy that I am really crazy about doesnt like me. &lt;br /&gt;7. A married guy asking me out. &lt;br /&gt;8. The parking lot fella asking me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that la!! I dun understand if I look and act that cheap or I am just fated to have this. Seriously. Of course you may ask whats the big deal if those guys ask you out, you just say no la. True, obviously I am going to say no, but its the fact that they ask me that bothers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and people complain that I game a lot and I dont know the outside world. Dude, I had enough of outside world, as you can see outside world is not really kind to me. Gaming is the only thing keeping me sane now seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I owned a d'eagle so that I can just shoot myself when I have the impulse. What do I have to life for anyways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-9123948672285228423?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9123948672285228423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=9123948672285228423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9123948672285228423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9123948672285228423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/moments-of-weakness.html' title='Moments of weakness'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8535426379391136670</id><published>2011-04-01T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:31:51.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to you</title><content type='html'>Dearest you, Its been a long time since I thought about you. Lately I have come to realise that it is totally wrong for me to like you. Life is NOT a fairy tale. You are like a shining diamond and I am like a rock some where in the sewers. This is not low self esteem, this is the utter truth and reality. You, I am a stubborn person. For example, I love prawns but I am allergic to them. You see the thing about me is, I never did stop liking prawns and I never will. That is how you are to me. Just because "we" is something that will never happen I will not stop liking you or admiring you. I know its sounds like a sore pathetic loser but blind faith is what keeps us in check at times. I hope you will get a nice girl who knows what you are worth and in no way will I ever sabotage you or your relationships just for my benefit. Besides, I am happy that GOD has given me enough privellage to admire you from far, and by far I dont mean it literally. Have a good life You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P/S: If you know me well enough you will know if this is fictional or not :D:D Have a great day people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8535426379391136670?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8535426379391136670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8535426379391136670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8535426379391136670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8535426379391136670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to you'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-2868033685598911299</id><published>2011-03-25T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:17:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married is overrated</title><content type='html'>You know I wish I had the time to scoop up some stats and give to you guys on how the word divorce is quickly becoming a synonym in our culture. But then again lets not get to factual shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I think marriage is overrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days men were "MAN" of the house and women are suppose to be non-opinionated, pretty, no so called bad habits, good in bed, and good with housework. Many of these qualities still remain the same although our environment has been changing rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many still say, Oh, you have to be pretty and successful if not no one will marry you. We have been fed with this sublime message over and over again that it get embedded into our brains and subconsciously everything around us is carved up to live to that expectation. Like as though getting married is the ultimate success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times have I heard people saying "I want to study hard, get a job and get married".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, in current environment, is it really necessary for someone to get married? Last time, men earn women sit at home and take care of the house and cook for the husband?? Is it the same now? Men are no longer the sole income of the family. Nowadays people are content when their husband earns a few thousand and the wife earns a few thousand and they pile it up together and split the money. You take care of the car, I will take care of the house sorta` thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is getting married really the ultimate goal in life? Why do we actually get married?&lt;br /&gt;So that you can get some action in bed? So that we can have some one to grow old with? So that we can have children that takes care of us when we grow old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressing issue here is, why has marriage become such a obligation in our culture, to the extent we see a taboo when someone is unmarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is suppose to be people falling in love with each other, accepting each other flaws, and want to spend the rest of the life together. If you don’t find some one to love, or someone to accept you flaws then why marry? So that it can end in a divorce stating irreconcilable differences?? Why? because he presses the toothpaste from the middle and I press the toothpaste from the bottom. Fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I do want to get married if I can find a guy who can accept me for who I am(and accept that I still love teddy bears) but that is not the ultimate goal in life. It would be nice to have a guy around you but if there is none, I have no problem with it. Life has to go on. Move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don’t feel that I have that good of a genetics that can sustain the human species when optimus prime turns bad and attacks to take over the world,  so I have no need to pass on my genes. No. So I absolutely see no reason why I should be obligated to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my dearest friends who are contemplating on their age and why they are not married, well, let life come to you. Don’t whimper out just because you are unmarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you are type of person who is trying so hard to get married because of whatever delusional reason I have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the question about action in bed!? Come on, you people are big boys and girls, I am sure you can find a way *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2868033685598911299?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2868033685598911299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2868033685598911299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2868033685598911299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2868033685598911299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-married-is-overrated.html' title='Getting Married is overrated'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2874172039148659578</id><published>2011-03-08T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T04:33:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pathethic attempt to poetry in tamil.</title><content type='html'>Manathey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnai marakke vendum endru ninaithen,&lt;br /&gt;mudiyavillai,&lt;br /&gt;Unnai verekke vendum endru ninaithen,&lt;br /&gt;midiyavillai,&lt;br /&gt;Unthan nivaivey alikkevendum endru ninaithen,&lt;br /&gt;mudiyavillai,&lt;br /&gt;Unthan koode pesa koodathu endru ninaithen,&lt;br /&gt;mudiyavillai,&lt;br /&gt;En ninaivellam nee,&lt;br /&gt;En nenjellam nee,&lt;br /&gt;En swasatillum nee,&lt;br /&gt;Ithukku per kaadhala?&lt;br /&gt;Illai anu anuvai sagadikkum oor ayuthuma?&lt;br /&gt;Manathey maranthuviddu,&lt;br /&gt;Manathey verethuviddu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que in....aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww.......&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, very mushi mushi mood. LOL.......&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok!! Its pathethic,I know!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.......&lt;br /&gt;One day when I read this I am gonna laugh my ass off, I am pretty sure my wonderful blackdeath and geng are already laughing their ass off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2874172039148659578?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2874172039148659578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2874172039148659578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2874172039148659578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2874172039148659578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-pathethic-attempt-to-poetry-in-tamil.html' title='My pathethic attempt to poetry in tamil.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6051123881836428070</id><published>2011-02-23T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:20:45.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Apocalypscus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother BlackDeath had to, he just had to la, come up with this revelation saying that I needed to change my nickname soon. Why? Well the reason why I named myself as Apocalypscus was becuase the Mayan's predicted that the apocalypse is on 21-12-2012. See thats my birthday. So he asked me what if the world doesnt end on that day then your name will become invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is right. So after thinking hard and considering names like shitface and whitelife(opposite of Blackdeath) I decided to name myself Private Daisy. Its just a name I came up for my story. Its below this post. Then I thought, wow, it does suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I choose Daisy was becuase she is like the only cartoon character, famous cartoon character whose name starts with a "D", Not that I am implying I am duck but here are some reasons behind this name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Private is one of the first rank in British Army. He is usually fresh and untrained. Despite gaming like crazy I am still a noob when compared to my friends. Also I like COD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/images/ranks/USAr.insignia.e2.wag2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/images/ranks/USAr.insignia.e2.wag2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daisy is becuase its feminine yet aggressive. Daisy is the name of a cartoon character which is feminine and Daisy is also a name of a gun!! See its like me, although I can say that my feminine level is up to par with Daisy Duck but still atleast I am ok, and I am known for being aggressive, shuddup Kuhan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.bidorbuy.co.za/user_images/775/473775_red_Ryderbob1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://images.bidorbuy.co.za/user_images/775/473775_red_Ryderbob1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So there you go. Private Daisy, at your service ;) .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although the name Apoclaypscus was sophisticated and awesome I had to give it up. Thanks to my wonderful BlackDeath.....grrrrrr.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodbye Apocalypscus, Welcome Private Daisy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.locusart.com/images/wallpapers/energy_blue_daisy_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://www.locusart.com/images/wallpapers/energy_blue_daisy_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6051123881836428070?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6051123881836428070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6051123881836428070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6051123881836428070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6051123881836428070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-more-apocalypscus.html' title='No More Apocalypscus'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-3045589112419191493</id><published>2011-02-22T11:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:24:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is purely ficitional. Any resemblance to anyone or anyhting dear or alive is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:Battlefield Training Campus in far far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One fine day Kryptonite and Daisy were sent to a battlefield in far far away land for combat training. They were kindly greeted by Sergeant Major Rafiki who showed them around campus and introduced them to Staff Sergeant Jerry and Goofy who were best friends. They were also kindly introduced Command Sergeant Major Heraldo who managed all recruits and Sergeants and privates. After a brief session of combat training introduction Kryptonite and Daisy were sent to their dorm to refresh and get to know people around the campus. Kryptonite and Daisy were also given a Desert Eagle pistol and a M16 Assault Rifle each for them to begin training the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The next day Sergeant Major Rafiki assigned Staff Sergeant Jerry to assist Kryptonite and Daisy on their training. Staff Sergeant Jerry was not so keen on this assignment and spent almost most of the days out of Kryptonite's and Daisy's sight. Kryptonite and Daisy were lucky enough to get help from most of the private's around campus who were kind enough to learn the tricks and tackles of a combat ground. After three months, Kryptonite and Daisy were promoted from recruit to private on a probation basis. Kyptonite and Daisy who were Private Kryptonite and Private Daisy were happy with everything around the campus. Two weeks of being privates, the duo and Staff Sergeant Jerry was asked by Sergeant Major Rafiki to give a weekly report on their progress. Being enthusiastic as they are Private Kyrptonite and Private Daisy happily complied only to find out that Staff Sergeant Jerry was not sending any report. Now, Private Daisy being the nosy person she is enquired Staff Sergeant Jerry on why he was not doing what has been an order by Sergeant Major Rafiki. Staff Sergeant Jerry explained to private Diasy that he feels that this order is useless and of no point. Private Daisy did not argue with that, but she continued complying to Sergeant Major Rafiki's order becuase he was a very reasonable and kind superior.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Few months went by with a breeze for Private Kryptonite and Private Daisy until one dark day when Sergeant Major called them to his dorm. "Good Morning Privates!" said Sergeant Major Rafiki. "Good Morning Sir! Sir yes Sir!!", greeted Private Kyptonite and Private Daisy. "Privates, this day marks the day that I am leaving this army. Your new Sergeant Major will be Sergeant Major Goofy from Navy Army. I am leaving you both with a heavy heart. We will be in contact. Do your best." explained Sergeant Major Rafiki who was now ex-Sergeant Major Rafiki. Private Kryptonite and Private Daisy let out a sigh of sadness and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The next months were a living hell for both of our Privates. Private Daisy had a harder time coping with a Sergeant Major Goofy since was he not only biased he was clueless. Despite his whatever his expertise might be he was making life harder. Sergeant Major Goofy ordered private Daisy to submit to him a daily report. To Private Daisy's disappointment Private Kryptonite and Staff Sergeant Jerry was not ordered to do so. It did not take long for Private Daisy to feel demotivated and soon she started hating the campus. Sensing things amiss Staff Sergeant Jerry had a chat with Private Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When Private Daisy ranted out on why she had to submit a daily report when most of the training on campus were generic and unless they had to go to the battlefield nothing is going to change, so why not do a weekly report, Staff Sergeant Jerry gave the most surprising answer that Private Daisy had heard throughout. His answer was simply "Do it Private Diasy, it will help you, its good for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: This is just one part of a story, more to come as a continuation of this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-3045589112419191493?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3045589112419191493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3045589112419191493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3045589112419191493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3045589112419191493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-hipocracy.html' title='The story Part I'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-9161377790117797653</id><published>2011-02-16T05:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:00:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>Confidence is a very powerful word. Some people have little of it, some people have too much of it and some people dont have it at all. Confidence is something that can make a lie become the truth and a loser look like a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I keep having guys telling me that I should be more confident with myself, and the lack of confidence in me will actually fend away guys. Rite...."Dei Macha, look at that girl, she looks so confident, I so want to date her". Ever heard this? Its always like this "Dei Macha, look at her boobs la macha, and her body, wow, her boyfriend is one lucky guy" Even though that girl is one helluva of a bitch. Now dont tell me this is not true, it happens right infront of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, confidence make a lot of difference *rolls eyes*.  Yes, a guy likes a confident girl, but she must have Carmen Electra's body as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, confidence will come in handy in all the other aspect but the problem is some people just misinterprete confidence. Confidence should show in the way you carry yourself, in the way you speak to people even they you walk and smile. Do not go around telling people how great you are, or how much u struggled to come up life, how much you have accomplished, that is not being confident that is just being annoying. Do not belittle other people just to prove that you are good and you are beaming with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will not make people admire you, it will only make people annoyed. If you are confident enough to bring down someone just to prove you are confident, that means you are already way pass the border of over-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remmember, dont explain yourself to anybody, friends would not need it, and enemies would not beleive it. Does not mean that when I go around telling people I am hot,  I am confident with myself.  This is not confidence, this is self loathing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, take a moment and think whether your confidence is affecting others in a bad way, do people find your so called confidence annoying, being concious of your surroundings is also one important part of being confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my lack of confidence annoys the hell out of Black and probably Rikhbus, well boys I am confident enough to write about confidence!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-9161377790117797653?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9161377790117797653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=9161377790117797653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9161377790117797653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9161377790117797653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7246192149753498602</id><published>2011-02-14T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:49:33.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Hello People, Happy Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all married people, have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;To all lovers, dont forget to wear protection!!&lt;br /&gt;To all singles, well....good things comes to people who wait!! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7246192149753498602?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7246192149753498602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7246192149753498602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7246192149753498602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7246192149753498602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-2261776506693039298</id><published>2011-02-11T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:01:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Apocalypscus will make a good girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>A lot of things going on in my life now. A lot of depressing stuff, I am so tired of it I dont even feel like blogging about it. I cant tell you all one thing though, people who are in the hierachy at a job knows how to play a game well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I am trying to distract myslef. Guess what!?, Valentines day is just around the corner and love is in the air. haha...Since 17 years old, this will be the year I am dateless on Valentines Day! Not that it matter. I will be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how at work people ask you to send pointless report in order for you to, you know according them sell yourself to the higher management. This post is inspired by that. Let me see if I am good at selling myself, lets see if anyone will buy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This is done purely for fun, no hidden intentions but all points is certified true by Apocalypscus Foundation. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why will I make a good girlfriend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not pretty. You wouldnt have to worry I will run away with anyone else, or I will have an affair with you friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am very happy person. Dont trust this blog, I only come to this blog when I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont have such thing as PMS. I still dont believe people have PMS. I have always thought that women just fake it becuase I have never experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love football. I dont play it but I watch it. Ardent liverpool fan here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love computer games. If you date me, our date will probably consist of a COD free-for-all match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not materialistic. Wanting a teddy bear for valentines day is not materialistic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you bring me out with your friends you dont have to censor your speech, you talk anythign under the sun, I am so used to being around guys I wont find it offensive. Yes that includes porn :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you get marry me, you dont have to worry about dealing with mother in law. You wont have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, em, any buyers??&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun people. Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2261776506693039298?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2261776506693039298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2261776506693039298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2261776506693039298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2261776506693039298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-apocalypscus-will-make-good.html' title='Why Apocalypscus will make a good girlfriend?'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5350027590565112090</id><published>2011-02-02T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:12:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad day</title><content type='html'>I cried day before yesterday. I potray such a bubly and strong character but days like that sometimes reminds me that I am not as strong as people perceive me to be. Sure, I gracefully survived my mom's death, and not-so-gracefully survived two bad breakups, but that does not mean I am made out of iron, so stop judging me for breaking down. I am not wallowing in self-pity, I am merely realise that crying is what I probably needed the most to not feel so numb, to feel that I am living being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event that triggered my tears was not something serious actually. Infact when I think about it now I couldnt beleive I cried for that, but the truth of the matter is it was actually a string of events that lead to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so sick and tired of things that has been going around in my life. I dont know if anyone from work reads my blog, well, I know one person does but hopefully he doesnt read this. Lets break down the events okay.Long post ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 1:&lt;br /&gt;Work. I got this new team lead. Lets call him TL, and I downright hate him. (hey mister from work who reads my blog, if anything gets out from here you will be burned, and yes this is a threat!). I hate him because he hates me. Simple. He hates because......I dont know why he hates me but I hate him because he is an ass kisser. Simple. he kisses everyone's ass, with the exception of mine, thank god, so everyone thinks wow, but I think YUCK!! I have so many things to tell about TL but if I go on this will go on forever. Lets get to the event la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for four months. When I first came in I had 0 knowledge on what I am doing now. Slowly I learned from books, and my very helpful India team mates to pick up stuff. Now the ever so great TL wanted us to give him a report highlighting special issues. First of all what is special issues? Special is a subjective word, something that is special for me might not be special for him because he has been in this for years. So on so forth I did not send in a report becuase I did not deem anything to be special issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later my manager came and told me (us actually, me and another team mate) this&lt;br /&gt;"According to your supervisor you guys not doing any work la, I am having a bad impression on you guys". I was really angry with that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not expecting a gold star for everything that I doing right, I do expect them to give us a little more credit and not judge without properly investigating. The best part is my TL is not even in my team mailing list. This of course made me lose sleep for almost 3 days, I kept thinking about it and all. Strike 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 2:&lt;br /&gt;N called. Yes N. He is still around in my life. Apparently he has got some issues and I dont know what the fuck else he got. He called me after so long, after leading me on and disappointing me. He called and ask how was I and everybody at home and so. Then while talking I told him about event 1(please refer to the above) and he said, yes your manager is true. Now this is seriously hurtful. Motherfucker, you call me out of the blues and mess with my mind!. I started doubting and second guessing myself. I am not saying I am great at what I do given the lack of experience, but I dont think I am doing a bad job either because every now and then some people are really supportive of what I do which kinda put me in the right path. If you really feel I am doing a bad job you did not have to ridicule me and put me down, you just had to lead me in the right path. If he thought I was a friend rite? I dont know what that fucker thinks of me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 3: The event that triggered me to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I came back home after a bad day and I was really hungry. I left the office quite late due to some issues and that day was a really busy day. When I reached home, I was so hungry but no food was left for me except some rice and some dhal curry. I called my dad and told him, pa I am hungry, can you just fry me some eggs I will bath and come. You know the reaction he gave me, with all the sighing.......I got so pissed off. If you are tired tell me la, I will go out and eat. I dont understand why is that he willingly does for others but when it comes to me he treats me like crap. I just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up, I cried, went out to makan, gamed till 4am and came back and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are some changes I am going to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No1. Not going to let TL mess with brain. Let him say what he want to say, I know what I am doing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2. Put a stop to N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 3. I am not touching food from home anymore. I will buy tapau everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a cry baby arent I? Let see how long this changes last. Hehe...But I am definately putting a stop to N. My life is miserable enough. I dont need a person/idiot/fill in the blanks with the swear you want to make it even more miserable. You know what, I am even planning to do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am fine now!&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone decide to screw me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people. Have a great CNY!! Xin nian kuai le!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5350027590565112090?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5350027590565112090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5350027590565112090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5350027590565112090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5350027590565112090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/bad-day.html' title='A bad day'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6754350845337711964</id><published>2011-01-25T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:49:46.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired of fakies</title><content type='html'>Warning : This is going to be a crude post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are people who are fake.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are people who talk bad about a person then go and hold that person's nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are people who wouldnt mind licking the shit of your ass just to get someting done.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are people who smile at you in front and stab you from the back.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are poeple who acts busy and makes you go hang for them.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;Fakies are ballsuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how many fakies I have met in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6754350845337711964?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6754350845337711964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6754350845337711964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6754350845337711964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6754350845337711964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-and-tired-of-fakies.html' title='Sick and tired of fakies'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-4243989148272435387</id><published>2011-01-24T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:00:42.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RM1K in one day</title><content type='html'>There is something therapeutic about spending RM1K in one day&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebonding                RM400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UnderGarments      RM300&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oiletries&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   RM100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HouseClothes           RM100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MakeUp                    RM100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satisfaction               Priceless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4243989148272435387?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4243989148272435387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4243989148272435387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4243989148272435387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4243989148272435387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/rm1k-in-one-day.html' title='RM1K in one day'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5849639978285000521</id><published>2011-01-09T06:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:28:57.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am old</title><content type='html'>No seriously, I am old!!&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer have dibs for the hunky men I see on tv because they are all freaking younger than me. Its not like when I was 18 and all the hunky guys I see on tv are definately elder than me. Now when I fantasize a threesome with Taylor Lautner and Liam Hemsworth I feel so digusted with myself(after the fantasy of course), becuase they are fuckin younger than me wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;What!?? Cant a girl dream!!?? Shuddup Kuhan!!! and Blackdeath!! Shuddup all of you!!! Grrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad. Seriously. Damn!! Now I can only fantasize about older guys like Gerard Butler, not that I am complaining, just that, too little choices left on who I wanna bring to my bed in my dreams. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am completely attracted (not sexually, I am not a fuckin' pedophile) to Stewie!! Burn in hell!! Victory shall be mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! That cute little evil rascal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.hiscifi.com/images/family_guy_stewie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://files.hiscifi.com/images/family_guy_stewie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRYiREStIm8/R83qF1gqFpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wbLrwH9xUrY/S1600-R/stewie_evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6751175346768679640-5849639978285000521?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5849639978285000521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5849639978285000521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5849639978285000521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5849639978285000521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-old.html' title='I am old'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-5056310018560941503</id><published>2011-01-04T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:34:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No hope, No expectations.</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Happy new year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a blast. I know I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind 2010.....The key thing I learnt about my life in 2010 is I have been disappointed one too many times. Friends, family, boyfriend(s), colleagues.....you name it they are there. While I am not saying I am surrounded by bad people, I realise that I have been being constantly disappointed because I hope and expect. I hope a lot and expect a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise old man on the corner told me that HOPE is the last suffering that came out of the Pandora's Box. OK!! A wise old man didn't say that Nitrogue did. He is right. Not that I am trying to imply that Nitrogue is a wise old man on the corner. Ok Ok....back to story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human learns from mistake. I am human....I think....moving on...realising your mistakes is the way to improve. I realise my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2-0-1-1 is the year I am going to live by the chant "No hope No expectations". I am not going to hope or expect for anything anymore. If I want something I will even work my ass to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my vocab shall be filled with I will do it, Okay, it can be done, will work for it now!! 3 days into the year and I can tell you its not easy but ahoy!! I am setting sail and I ain't gonna quit anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sitting and sulking...oh I wish N will like me!! Bluek!! Dont like me go to hell!!. No boyfriend, its okay, I can do fine single. No more I wish I can go to Bali for a vacation. Damn it I am going!!! Fuck the world!! I am going. No one following its okay, I shall hire a gigolo. Hahaha....No more I wish my colleagues will see that I can handle things more than what they think I can. You cant see my worth, I dont care, I know I work hard and that is all that matters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys.........Embrace it......No hope No expectations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5056310018560941503?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5056310018560941503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5056310018560941503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5056310018560941503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5056310018560941503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-hope-no-expectations.html' title='No hope, No expectations.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-724575272611943088</id><published>2010-12-18T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:09:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I own something PINK!!</title><content type='html'>I had a nice night out with my brother Blackdeath. We watched Tron Legacy. Nice graphics, okay concept, not much of story, it was not bad la. Quite nice also. Although Blackdeath says its awesome...I will take Alien's boat for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some McDee. Dr3dd meal as usual. Jusco had a sale for wedges. I wanted to look for outing shoes actually, so obviously I never seize the oppurtunity to shop for it la. Black was rolling his eyes thorughout my shopping session. Poor guy!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so guess what. I bought a pair of pink wedges! At the age of 23, I finally own something pink. Haha....Its not a striking pink or nyhting but it does look nice on me and plus it made me tall. I was taller than Black!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then black had to ruin my happiness by saying "Akka, its only until you are wearing the shoes, after you take it out you gonna have to come back down to earth". Sheesh!! Spoiling my moment of tallness ny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Neways, had lots n' lots of FUN!! yesterday. Bro, we shud do this again. Movie + pigging out + shopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay!! (-) shopping *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-724575272611943088?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/724575272611943088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=724575272611943088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/724575272611943088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/724575272611943088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-own-something-pink.html' title='I own something PINK!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7138232506554089924</id><published>2010-12-13T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:20:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery 101</title><content type='html'>Kuhan told me, "I think its the age la, everyone is lonely".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went back home...err....today...I thought about what he said. Guess what he is right. People that around my age, that does not have a lover are actually lonely. All of them that I know. Okay, if you are around my age without a lover and yet if you are contented with life you are an anomaly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at that, some of my friends are getting married, some are even preggers. People like me and Kuhan, sit and bitch about those people and go back feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this normal. My answer is YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?? Becuase this is nature's way to forge the survival of a species. When you reach a peak, you are suppose to find a mate and coppulate(since we are sciency now!!) so that your species will survive. Since human are unique, we tend to have a range of age that we peak, lets say, 21-29,  maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me who are fucking with nature's natural system by not having a lover (not by choice of course) are suppose to feel this way because we are defying the system!! Get what I mean!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are suppose feel like this as its the nature's defense mechanism to guarantee the survival of human!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooaa!! Mind boggling isnt it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!! Shuddup and gimme the nobel prize already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Sorryla, din have sleep the whole nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------x-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N has been busy all week. I know he is. I really miss him although I do speak with him but I can clearly sense that he is distracted. Kuhan says I am just being human for having fellings for him. He says we all always get attracted to the forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him, that although it will never happen, but if I get N in my life I will be a very happy person. Sigh, but no!! I can never be happy what!! Its a curse, everytime I am remotely happy something bad will happen!! Welcome to my life!! O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like moving on, but when I am all geared up to move on, he always throws the bait and lures me in. How to move on like this?? I dont know if he is doing this becuase he fears me moving away from him or just simply to play with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect who can be friends with a person they have feelings for. Its just so difficult. Try it then you will know. Well, lets see what happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------x-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming soon. Oh dear God, if you want to give me something nice for my birthday, well, find me a tall,dark, handsome and nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Vanie da Apocalypscus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7138232506554089924?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7138232506554089924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7138232506554089924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7138232506554089924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7138232506554089924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/discovery-101.html' title='Discovery 101'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7338971134663806753</id><published>2010-12-09T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:16:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good night sleep.</title><content type='html'>After months and months of not sleeping in the night, sleeping only 2-3 hours in the night and so on so forth I finally had a good nite sleep yesterday. Thanks to the rain that made me take 2.5 hours to reach from PJ to Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(went gaming somewhere in between, Dont ask!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to my uncles house to get the keys becuase I am working from home today, then called my dad and ask if there were any food left for me, because the will never be any food left for me, but I was just too malas to tapau yesterday. Thank God there was food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, had my bath, ate, watch tv like 20mins and slept. And boy, was it a good sleep. So I am all refreshed now. Felling sooo nice. I am finally feeling like.....em.....wel....like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, Proton is entering F1 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7338971134663806753?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7338971134663806753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7338971134663806753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7338971134663806753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7338971134663806753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-night-sleep.html' title='A good night sleep.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-844751147361417821</id><published>2010-12-08T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:28:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought me a lot</title><content type='html'>The blog battle that I had with a friend thought me a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets lay down the facts shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you inflict anger onto your enemy you have already won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People say things that has been buried in their minds when they are angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not worth being blatantly honest with friends who have not known you from young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Deleting a friend from facebook over an arugument is childish. (Yes Kuhan, I know!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you dont want people to talk about someone dont talk about that person to them. In other words reserve your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The only best friend where you can tell all your problems is to an inanimate object. Mine is BOBO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not only a distant India guy who claims he is going to engaged can break your heart, the friend you deemed close can also do it while being beside you physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I swear a lot. Lately I also have an obsession with exclamation marks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It takes courage to apologise. It takes more courage to accept an apology mainly because of the fear of repetition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Once you have scar a person, even if it heals the mark will remain for a very very long time. Unless you use BioOil :P Gunakanlah BioOil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Being depressed because of friendship is more hurtful than being heart broken by any other relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being depressed because of friendship is more hurtful than being heart broken by any other relationships. (I am repetative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I lack of originality. Becuase none of us ever copied anything from anyone in our entire lifes...pfftt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think I should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Yes, I should definately stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have lay down the facts, lets take an eraser and erase all the bad memories and keep the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasing in progress -------------   10%&lt;br /&gt;Erasing in progress -------------------50%&lt;br /&gt;Erasing in progress ------------------------------------------ 100%&lt;br /&gt;Erasing completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it does not repeat. All is well.&lt;br /&gt;--------------   x   -------------&lt;br /&gt;Kuhan, please come back this weekend. The reason I put this in my blog is because I cant facebook in office. I could have just sent you a sms rite?? ooopss!!&lt;br /&gt;--------------    x    ------------&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream today. I dreamt that I was asleep and there was a message on my phone. I picked the phone and the sms was from N. I read the message and put down the phone. Just at the time my alarm rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. I was just a bit curious as to that weird dream, so I checked my phone for any messages, but there were none as I was expecting a message from him. I put down the phone, the I suddenly had this nagging feeling to check my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, there was a read message there sent only a few minutes before I woke up. The reason I din see the message icon was because it has already been read!! This is so fucking(no f-word no vanie's blog post) freaky man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I read the message in my sleep!! WTF!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way beyond my comprehension, how could I have opened my eyes and read the message without becoming awake la?? Neway, it was so mind boggling that I could not sleep after that so I decided to drive down to office just to kill time. Which I regret because now I am sleepy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hachoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day peepz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-844751147361417821?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/844751147361417821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=844751147361417821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/844751147361417821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/844751147361417821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thought-me-lot.html' title='Thought me a lot'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-5640197115469999318</id><published>2010-12-06T03:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T04:13:46.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of "Honest" boy</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari, ade seorang budak lelaki, lets call him Honest Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest boy is friends with this awesome girl who might not have been soo lucky in love relationships. Then he likes this girl, lets call her A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he has been friends with A for quite some time but he had feelings for that girl since the start. Now, A likes like another guy, lets name him B. Now A has another friend who is submissive of everything he says. There is a word for it in tamil but i'd rather not mention it la. Neway continuing with the story, the honest boy and his friend thinks B is a twit, but they dont know that for sure. Since, he is friends with this awesome gir; she also agrees la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this awesome girls suggest to him to tell the A about it and he did. But A being A, she decides to take her own sweet time answering the confession. So what Honest Boy decides to do is feel fucked up and start pissing off people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes around telling women are stupid just because this girl, who at this time have not even answered, likes B. His reason is he is honest. But the best part is honest guy, cant even keep his dick in his pants while waiting for an answer. Owh, and he wants to fuck up other girls just because one girl said no. Hahahaha!! LOL!!! and owh I am the so called loser!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, from the above scenario do you actually think honest boy was honest?? He masked his feelings, he din have the guts to tell A w/o his friends pushing him, and he faked a friendship. Is this what you call honesty?? Fuck la!! Honesty my ass!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking childish la wei...Not to mention whiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Disclaimer: Intended!!--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point pouring water on daun keladi la. Fucking irritating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like some of you other friends who will just keep quiet then, owh I said sorry, bla bla...I dont give a two fucks la wei, I dont loose one thing, You want to humiliate me in your blog, go ahead, I am fucking loser....hell yeah, bring it on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knoe something? I am happy......and he makes me happy. You on the other hand are being such an annoyance rite now! Neway, what right do you have to talk about him anyway. You will never even be half a good friend as he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have brains on the knees cant be educated. LOL....Pathethic pathethic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackD is rite....no point arguing with an Idiot. They will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-Awesome gal-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to honest boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All this shall stop here.After this say whatever you want to say. I dont fucking care. I am happy with whats on my plate now! I am not going to fucking sit and sulk, owh...one day the plate is going to break....fuck la...thats what you do, not me!! If you still want to pursue this come and talk to me directly, if you have balls that is or go on with it in your blog. Unlike you I have no time to sit and actually devise a plan on how to piss off people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in simple ass hole style words you will understand ---- Fuck OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5640197115469999318?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5640197115469999318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5640197115469999318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5640197115469999318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5640197115469999318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-honest-boy.html' title='The story of &quot;Honest&quot; boy'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6808572327732709865</id><published>2010-12-05T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T02:04:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!!</title><content type='html'>I find it so diffcult to express myself after so long of not writing. This is bad. I should write more!! I am losing my MOJO!! LOL.....new post down below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6808572327732709865?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6808572327732709865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6808572327732709865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6808572327732709865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6808572327732709865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/crap.html' title='Crap!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-8175832358933132553</id><published>2010-12-05T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:57:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You grow up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: Post ini tiada kaitan dengan yang hidup atau mati. Jika terasa pergi terjun dalam longkang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It deeply annoys me when some people use the word " grow up" against you. Ecspecially when they know they are at fault and/or they are losing an argument. This type of people should actually look at themselves in the mirror and ask if they are even remotely qualified to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but that phrase is really &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt; to be used against me!! I just hate it when someone passes that remark to me. You know the next thing you should do after using that phrase is to stick your tongue out and go nge nge nge!! wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me in the first place. Just because I am not forgiving, or I take critism hard does not make me a child. It just makes a human. The best part is right, they dont even realise that they are the same. You know, in all of this drama, I realised that not all friends will be like Kuhan, or BlackD(well, BlackD is my bro actually) and I should stop trusting people so damn freaking easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making a big deal of the situation but I am irritated so I feel the need to blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;Besides, its my blog, my space, my writings, my words and anyone feeling amiss can just jerk off my page!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me that people need to understand is, I am stubborn and hot tempered. If you are nice to me, I am damn well nice to you, but if you make me irritated, there is a scale, and when that scale hits a certain point, well, this what you get!! The unforgiving bitch!! This is just the way I am. So, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am disappointed becuase all I wished for was the well-being of a friend but when that certain "friend" backfires and treats you like crap, well, thats the sound of the scale being hit, more than the disappointment I am pissed off!! Yes I am still irritated and pissed off. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, why dont I just "grow up"!!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------x---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine with me and N actually. I realised that he is not the one to break my heart. Its my fault for hoping too much from him. Now that I have set in my mind that the relationship with him is not going to last forever and and there will be nothing more than what it is now, I am happy. I was angry when he advised me to be not hoping and not possesive in a relationship but after thinking and all I find that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is yours, nothing in this world in permanent so why confuse yourself by having hopes and thinking too much. Of course its feels nice to have someone there for you but always remmeber nothing lasts forever so I decided just to pursue this relationship. If one day he is not going to be there for me anymore, its fine, I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of all people should have known that, first my mom, then chella, the achik, then Mr.Lorry....For the time being I am just happy that N is there to make me happy. I am happy. I love the smiles he puts on my face. I love the way he can find out if I have a problem just by the tone of my voice even though I try hard not to show it. What tone of voice, even from sms itself he can find out. I love the names he calls me. I love the way he laughs. I love the way he makes me laugh. I am happy. Most of all I love they way he understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely the reason I like him. He understands me. I am not going for someone that is out of my league. I am not even going for him as of now. I did, but that was past. When I liked him, I did not know how he looked like, so there is no sense in accusing me of going for a guy that is out of my league. I of all people know where I stand. Owh, why am I even bothered to defend myself. Even if I vomitted this into their brains, some people just wouldnt get it!! Pathetic pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, so yeah, he maybe lead me on, but think, I was the one who condoned it, so how does that make him at fault?? WTF!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, the most important thing is, after soooo long I am actually happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh look, a sms from N. LOL, talk about the devil!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8175832358933132553?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8175832358933132553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8175832358933132553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8175832358933132553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8175832358933132553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-grow-up.html' title='You grow up!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-56076403483482086</id><published>2010-11-23T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:02:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crap that is my life</title><content type='html'>Updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Lorry&lt;br /&gt;Told Mr.Lorry to not for hope for me anymore. We broke up and he is still hoping I would come back. Feel like crap for doing that to him but I just cant be in the relationship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Candy.&lt;br /&gt;No more fantasizing about him. After talking to him (Yes!! We talked :) ) Syht..another clue for bosan2 clan) realised there were just a lack of substance there. Just good looking face and hell of a good looking body (Hoo Haa!!), no substance. Me no like la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a tall, dark and handsome guy with substance but he is not remotely interested in me. He is quite proud of having a rock solid heart when he told me that for the way I talk if it was another guy he would have sold his fortune for me.Not that I was seductive!! Idiot!! Why cant he be a normal guy? I liked him even before I saw his picture because he is so smart!! He understands me completely. He is just so practical and he knows when I am being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;Interested in me, but I am not remotely interested in him because of the fact that I have a huge crush on N and this guy is just so impractical and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-56076403483482086?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/56076403483482086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=56076403483482086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/56076403483482086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/56076403483482086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/crap-that-is-my-life.html' title='The crap that is my life'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8144214988838888470</id><published>2010-11-19T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:27:33.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>Me always have a blog post when something does not right in my life. So, its only fair that I also blog when I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Kuhan Pannirselvam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age : 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends since : 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex : I am not really sure...Hahaha..Kidding....obviously Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhan made my day today. He actually called me just to ask how come I am not talking to him about my problems with reference to my pervious blog post (A note to N).&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked okay. I was thinking this guy doesnt care and is only being friends with me to pick on me and mock me. Today's call prove me wrong. *Bear hug to Kuhan*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a wonderful friend Kuhan. He has been there for me through thick and thin (shuddup Kuhan!!). I know I were never thin, its a figure of speech okay. Kuhan and I have known each other for so long we practically know each other like the back of our hands. Infact, at times I feel he knows me better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One few people in my life will be happy to see me happy is Kuhan and of course vice versa. The best thing about him is you can sit with him and there wont be one moment without a laughter. He is so funny. A very good companion. I am lost to words here. There is no explaining our friendship la. Its that precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else would fight in the day and then call up in the nite saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhan : So, are we still friends??&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Kuhan : Okay, lets go out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. See how easy it is. We can never fight for too long. *touchwood* Dont get me wrong...we do have our fair share of fights. Haha...but never lasted long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my single girlfriends out there......Kuhan is single!! Haha.Got car, got I phone, no six pack but got 1 pack la...enough rite??&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he will get a nice girl who can compliment his character. He is really a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhan, thanks man!! You really made my day. I am on for Friday. But knowing things...its probably gonna get canceled! hehe.......Kuhan, if you know what I mean.......wink wink......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8144214988838888470?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8144214988838888470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8144214988838888470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8144214988838888470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8144214988838888470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-best-friend_19.html' title='My Best Friend.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-4876020372587030584</id><published>2010-11-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:11:25.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4876020372587030584?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4876020372587030584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4876020372587030584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4876020372587030584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4876020372587030584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-2057005509940988449</id><published>2010-11-15T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:02:24.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot!!Hot!!Hot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/TOE2bc4T7eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zPZ_Wuufj9Y/s1600/HOT%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539768861879168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/TOE2bc4T7eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zPZ_Wuufj9Y/s320/HOT%2521%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 13 -- 41 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! Look at him!! So freaking hot.....aarrrrrrrrggggghhhh!!! What wouldnt I give for a nite with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!! How can you make someone sooo handsome?!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler!! I am drooling at this pic. What drooling?? I have many other plans for this picture tonite....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is practically standing on its end.....he is sooo handsome. I am obbessed la.....Damn!! Damn!! Why couldnt you have been my neighbour??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2057005509940988449?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2057005509940988449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2057005509940988449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2057005509940988449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2057005509940988449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/hothothot.html' title='Hot!!Hot!!Hot!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_cLfEQflIjyU/TOE2bc4T7eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zPZ_Wuufj9Y/s72-c/HOT%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-4864095021394899094</id><published>2010-11-15T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:48:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to N</title><content type='html'>N.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the messages I sent you yesterday but I feel its for the best. I am emotionally drained thinking about the changes that the messages is going to bring. Although, I did not mean to make things complicated between us. My messages ware a mere warning. A warning that things are not going to be the same forever. Of course, I want it to be the same. You are a great guy. Your funny, witty, charming, flirty not to mention you are tall, dark and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did things get complicated. I only know you for over a month. What we have is something precious to me.....you call it friendship. People around me ask me the very question that I should have asked before I fell for you, am I worth you leaving your friends and family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no! I am not worth it. I am sure there are many other girls in your country who can offer you more than me for no cost. Thats true. Thats reality. I know you dont know that I fell for you because I dont show it. I am just playing along with the game that you have started, quitely hiding my feelings in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault if I am falling for you when you start talking to me so sweetly. You say things like 'I miss you', you give me hugs through text messages, you kiss me through the phone. What am I suppose to think here? I played along. My mistake. I should have known that I am not strong enough to accept this as friendship. I am not a piece of dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am strong enough to not let this prolong any further, because this will only lead to more heart aches.....not only from my side but from your side as well. I do not want to be the girl who hurt you. Please. I like you too much to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation is a hard thing ecspecially when we have grown so fond of each other. I am so used to hearing your voice before I sleep. I am soo used to the smile on my face when your name appears in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say why not just enjoy each others company untill things changes but its only going to make things harder. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N, I wish you could come into my life. I wish you could be with me forever. Thats how much happy you make me feel N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a jinx on relationships. Girls like me should not fall for a guy. I should just be a hermit living in a basement hidden from the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Call Ribkhus for some knowledge indulging and enlightenment session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ribkhus: On tonite??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4864095021394899094?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4864095021394899094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4864095021394899094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4864095021394899094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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she has got a new hit song&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breakup I have a new blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1389697548154916288?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1389697548154916288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1389697548154916288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1389697548154916288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1389697548154916288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-4668350693358685918</id><published>2010-11-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:15:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pathethic attempt to poetry 1 -- Rain</title><content type='html'>Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I have always adored rain…&lt;br /&gt;Rain,&lt;br /&gt;Some run and hide from it,&lt;br /&gt;Some open their arms and welcome it into their world&lt;br /&gt;The calm drops that touches your face with serene sensation &lt;br /&gt;The aggressive drops that drenches you with earth’s precious resource&lt;br /&gt;Rain,&lt;br /&gt;Nature ways of reminding us that it is always in control&lt;br /&gt;for it can be as calm as a breeze&lt;br /&gt;or as devastating as a hurricane. &lt;br /&gt;Rain,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my best friend&lt;br /&gt;comforting my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me life has to go on…..&lt;br /&gt;As each drop of rain is&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of a circle..&lt;br /&gt;The circle of life….&lt;br /&gt;I have always adored rain…&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4668350693358685918?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4668350693358685918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5373924887894449020</id><published>2010-11-02T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:52:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the moment.</title><content type='html'>Before I go to the intended post, read this read this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/11/1/nation/20101101090320&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Study: Alcohol more lethal than heroin, cocaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that they have established that Alcohol is more lethal and heroin or cocaine and Alcohol is legal here in Bolehland so why not make heroin and cocaine legal as well. Good rite?? Less lethal what!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, back to the post. I got my nose pierced and I have one thing to say about it......OUCH!! Thanks to nitrogue for all the encouragement. I was thinking about it for some time already actually, but didnt have the guts to do it i guess. No la, actually I did it before but I left for the hole to close. Hey I have three nose holes now. WTF!!?!?? LOL. Its 3.22am...dont blame me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was chillaxing with Nitrogue and when I voiced out my intentions and if you know Nitrogue you will know dont ever voice out a random desire, he will be up for it. He is becoming such a good friend I am going to break up with Kuhan soon. Hahaha..LOL.....Kuhan I was just kidding yo!! But seriously, thanks for being such a good friend Nitrogue. Oh No! Is BlackD going to get jeleous now?LOL. I love you BlackD but not in COD. In COD i hate you!! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Point to note: If you guys are with me playing COD and you see a guy going around as BlackD....wel....RUN!! HIDE!!!. Dont ever cross his path for your ass will not only be kicked but also raped!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL!! Just told my uncle about the study, he said the people who did research was high on cocaine!! Hahaha LOL. He is soo farnee la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post. So yes, I asked Nitrogue how I look he said I look like a Indian girl. Damn I was hoping for a punk rocker chick but thats aint happening anytime soon. So it was a spur of the moment and well....OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of my life:&lt;br /&gt;Bosan bosan clan is eager to find out about my eye candy and Vanie likes this!! Haha...Yes thats how lifeless I am. They are never going to find out la. Even if they wake me up in my sleep also I am not going to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I am thinking of moving on because its never going to happen. Not easy but can do I guess. Day come day I am realising NO WAY!! so yeah, I am falling from the sky but let me fall down gently la. Let me move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackD is sick. Poor fella :( Get well soon dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting arent I?&lt;br /&gt;Owh well!! My blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I keep contemplating on some of the fucked up (no f-word no vanie's post!! LOL!!) poeple around me when I have so many other people who loves me and cares for me like BlackD, Nitrogue....and bosan2 clan........Aaaaawwww....Mushi2 moment. Hahaha.....LOL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosan2 clan wont admit they care for me though because....well because they are bosan2 clan la. The nateme is a dictator by the way. No democracy at all!! Hhahaha...LOL...I should stop my rantings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day peepz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures? Coming soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5373924887894449020?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5373924887894449020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5373924887894449020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5373924887894449020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5373924887894449020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/spur-of-moment.html' title='Spur of the moment.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-3773147679738226790</id><published>2010-10-25T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:14:28.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not buying a Iphone.</title><content type='html'>I can afford a nice handphone but I have had so much of handphones all my life I am absolutely loathing at the sight of the word. On the side note my best friend bought an Iphone 4!!. Damn you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, buying an Iphone is like having a relationship with an extremely cute guy. You would have to really take care of it and if just one, one small glitch you would be so upset plus you will have to spend a fortune for it just to keep it with you. Not worth it I say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well spend that money getting a boob job. Waakakaka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my non-color screen handphone that I use to call and message. Even if it drops I wouldnt break down in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, if someone out there wants to buy me one I wouldnt say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A berry maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-3773147679738226790?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3773147679738226790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3773147679738226790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3773147679738226790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3773147679738226790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-am-i-not-buying-iphone.html' title='Why am I not buying a Iphone.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1013771659902980577</id><published>2010-10-20T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:07:36.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bosan Bosan Clan</title><content type='html'>**A special requets from a dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;**This is meant for fun ony. No offence or whatsoever is meant. I dont know who came up with disclaimers la. Now everything also have to disclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually quite proud of myself. I use to be a lone ranger, be it school, Uni was was. Uni teached me how to differentiate friendship and backstabber. Yesterday Nitrogue told me backstabbers are called backsatbbers because they stab you from the back which means I am ahead of them. He is just so wise. I am so touched by his wiseness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four of us and our so called "leader" decided to name us bosan bosan clan.&lt;br /&gt;Because we are always bored I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to bosan bosan clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member 1&lt;br /&gt;Name : Vasuthevan. S (bukan nama sebenar)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25&lt;br /&gt;Position : Natamai (yes! Very much like Captain Vijayakanth)&lt;br /&gt;He is the founder of bosan bosan clan. Always the one who initiate a conference. We usually discuss important things in the conference that is vital for the good being of the world like where to have lunch. Important what!! As of now he is single and available, he just broke up with his girlfriend. He claims he is ready to mingle. Any takers?? at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member 2&lt;br /&gt;Name : Robertdass Ramadath (bukan nama sebenar)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 31&lt;br /&gt;Position : Natamai's sombu holder&lt;br /&gt;Married man. very much in love with his wife. If you looking for someone single please refer to member 1. Very wise. Usually helps natamai with all the theerpu la....but natamai wont admit.  Natamai memang!! Neway...he is the quitest one in the conference. Always has this look like being busy but in reality I dont know what the hell he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member 3&lt;br /&gt;Name : Abby. N (bukan name sebenar)&lt;br /&gt;Age : 23 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Position : Leader if Natamai has a mental attack&lt;br /&gt;Smart and pretty. Love to use the words shut up and idiot. Also quiet in the conference but suddenly will say something that is totally out of the topic. I dont know if she is single or what. Honestly, I think she is a bit blur. Sorrry Abby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member 4:&lt;br /&gt;Me la!! Who else. I am sure you all had ebough rantings about me. My position is new joined member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is all I know about the bosan bosan clan. More is to come I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the bosan bosan clan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1013771659902980577?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1013771659902980577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1013771659902980577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1013771659902980577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1013771659902980577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/bosan-bosan-clan.html' title='The Bosan Bosan Clan'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-1220162456315021456</id><published>2010-10-18T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:23:01.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not you average girl next door...</title><content type='html'>*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Hey. Did you see who added us in facebook? OMG, look at her....she used to be quite hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF : Yeah I know........Now she looks like an aunty......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF : I never used to have any problems with her. In fact I never had problem with any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah well, I never had problems too, so as long as its not an indian girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF : Of course la...Its not easy to be your friend okay. I know you well so I can be friends with you but not everybody can be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What the fuck!!!???!!&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;After doing some deep thinking about this conversation, maybe he was right. I am just soo different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an average-girl-next door kinda girl if you get what I mean. First of all, not any part of me is average....moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things I dont do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont send a chessie "Thanks for the add" if someone adds me in facebook. Why do we need to say thanks anyway? Because it took the other person so much effort to press the add as a friend button. I feel that saying thanks for the add only goes to show how desperate you are in topping your friends stats to 99,999!! Just acknowledge that the person added you enough la....Like a simple Hey my long lost friend...how are you.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont usually respond to Facebook chat. Reason being I am only online in facebook when I am at the cc gaming. The reason I go online is just to check whats up and then I go on gaming. While I am gaming even if you pinged me I cant see. Understand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont dress to impress people, I dress to feel comfortable in. I dont wear false eye lashes and make up the thickness of bloody pound cake. I dont do all this. I feel that the only person I need to impress is myself. Trust me, it doesnt take a lot to impress myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I like you, I like you, If not, sorry naik lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My reaction to getting offended will come very late. Thats because I always devise a plan on what to say first before I say it, so that its packed with uuummmppphh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont talk about guys they way you talk. Like dick sizes, or how he kissed you. Eeeeeewww...Thats so disgusting. Keep your shit to yourselves. I do talk about guys, mind you only to the one I am close with, but I dont share information like penis sizes you fucking douchebag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh here is one. I like swearing. My daily lingual is filled with the words Fuck, Douchebag, Mofo, Stupid, Dumb and so on. Yeah, I know, I should stop using them but I do so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I say what I think. If I feel it I will say it. Makes me a bitch. I know. Dont care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I dont talk about make up, clothes, shoes or movies......I like to talk about engines, football, games and porn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I like engaging in intelectual activites. Like reading novels. Googling about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1220162456315021456?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1220162456315021456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1220162456315021456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1220162456315021456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1220162456315021456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-you-average-girl-next-door.html' title='Not you average girl next door...'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-8260449460238092906</id><published>2010-10-12T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:26:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 killed....45 injured.</title><content type='html'>How the hell did a bus swerve into the other side of the road breaking the guard rail on the way...hit three cars and land on the 4th car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 lives were lost and its the blame game all over again as the Star newspaper puts it. Did you look at the newspapers today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blaming guardrail...............&lt;br /&gt;One blaming driver speeding.................&lt;br /&gt;One denying bus was in a bad condition...................&lt;br /&gt;One denying road was in a bad condition......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What The Fuck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 lives were lost when its just suppose to be a normal daily trip back home. This is not an accident its a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so depressed and sad after reading this....further down the road and it could have been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May their souls rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8260449460238092906?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8260449460238092906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8260449460238092906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8260449460238092906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8260449460238092906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-killed45-injured.html' title='12 killed....45 injured.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-2578203370156427118</id><published>2010-10-11T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:24:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahah!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailjokez.com/images/37354fartshirt_38980_37354_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://www.emailjokez.com/images/37354fartshirt_38980_37354_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking potong steam to a whole new level!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;ROFL......&lt;br /&gt;LOL....&lt;br /&gt;*Wiping tears from eyes*&lt;br /&gt;I am officially falling in love with this girl.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2578203370156427118?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2578203370156427118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2578203370156427118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2578203370156427118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2578203370156427118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahahahah.html' title='Hahahahah!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-7197843732886715811</id><published>2010-10-06T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:45:46.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated!!</title><content type='html'>Here goes my disclaimer for all of you retards who will say, oh not all men are like that...not everyone is like that..Fuck You!! I know that you retard!! Whats wrong with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: I Apocalypscus the blog owner of vaniezcorner.blogspot.com would like to state that throughout this blog post I dont mean all people when I say people or all men or all women when I say men or women. Any resemblances to the living or dead is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i.e Someone is in a good mood today!! Sheesh!! Probably the most sarcastic disclaimer I have come up with by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been broken so many times that what is left is probably a kolaj of broken pieces painfully picked up and sealed together to get on with one and only thing keeping us apart from freedom namely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy who I am pretty sure will not like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ex that constantly haunts me and gets into my mind screwing up whatever thats left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words....I am so emotionally fucked up now. Plus I only had three hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy who I am pretty sure will not like me back.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The eye candy from my work place. Yes, I know he is a douchebag, I know!! Deal with it!!&lt;br /&gt;I received some warning about him, but I dont care because he is treating me fine. I dont care whether he is genuine or not. I just like to talk to him. I know I cant be his love of his life but I sure damn well can be his friends. At least let me have that satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually quite frustrating when you like someone but they cant see past your skin. Yeah, I know, I should just dont have feelings for him rite?? I am not a fucking stone!! I have had crushes on so many others guys before but I had never felt like this. The last time I felt like this I was in form 4 crushing over a heatthrob in my school. Blackdeath, you should know this....its M*t**n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling like crap? Is it because something is rite there in front of my eyes and I cant reach it or is it because is it because I am trying to play with fire or is it just because I am sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I will go for the I am the sore loser thing. Well I am!! Look at me 24, fat, ugly and lifeless!! Reality....Deal with it Vanie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitrogue is rite. He is just screwing with my mind without even trying. Nitrogue told me that there is something going on between me and him. No Nitrogue, nothing is going on with him, everything is only going on with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is the thing, he never said or do anyhting to make me feel like a loser. Yet here I am ranting nonsense. This is the effect of MEN in your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, you know when you grow up and parents or teachers say inner beauty is important. Dont ever listen to them. Trust me. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ONLY LOOKS is important.&lt;/span&gt; You might be a bitch with a rich guy yanking his balls with a leash, as long as you look like Megan Fox men will still find you hot. I can already see somebody saying bitchy girls yanking balls with a leash is so hot. Get lost from my blog you retard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, if you are on the not pretty side, stop studying, save up money for plastic surgery. Do whatever it is to make you look preety. You dont need education to bring you to the top, so as long as you are able to use sexual assests for your favor you can fuck your way to the top. This is the reality. I am freaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again why listen a fat ugly fag like me rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might seem like I have low self esteem right now. Maybe I do. I cant help it. People around me are always out there to put me down with the exception of Blackdeath, Alien and Nitrogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mind :Vanie, you will never get him. This is reality. Deal with it!! Forget about him and move on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart : If only it was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am officially down with flu. Abrupt ending of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all in the next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7197843732886715811?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7197843732886715811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7197843732886715811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7197843732886715811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7197843732886715811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/men.html' title='Frustrated!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-5615024832978705303</id><published>2010-10-01T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:56:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to popularise your blog</title><content type='html'>My blog has been getting less visitors lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I care, because remember, blogs are about being written..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, being the awesome person that I am I sifted through many "successful" blogs and came up with a list on how to make your blog popular. I am not going to try it. Are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Condemn you own race.&lt;br /&gt;-No seriously, your friends are bound to agree with you. Then some douchebag will condemn something about it. Then others who agree with you will fight for you. Then you comments will rank up to 999. All you gotta do is, sit back, relax and enjoy as your blog visitor count goes up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Claim TradeMark (™) for everything even if people have been using the phrase like a million years ago. Nevamind, just claim it. They are not gonna read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;-Let me try this......&lt;br /&gt;Douchebag alert!!™&lt;br /&gt;Vanie is awesome™&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypscus™&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You™&lt;br /&gt;Haha...now you have to quote me while using this phrases!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post smothering and sexy pictures of yourself. No matter how retarted you look, photoshop can do wonders!! Dont forget the smothering look and lots of lots of clevage.&lt;br /&gt;-If Google is sending you a warning saying it will X-Rate your blog then you are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be the most self indulgent person there is. Even if world war 3 breaks, blog about your nail that broke. Please dont forget to include the piture of your maggot filled wound.&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing is more appealing than a blog with lots of pictures of yourself, be it your nail, be it your hair, be it your arse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dont have proper grammr or proper spelling. DONT!! This way even Mr and Mrs English will visit your blog.&lt;br /&gt;-Being the nosy person they are they will blog about you or atleast tempt to correct you. When they blog about you, others will know about your blog. Waalaah!! Instant popularity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Always Plagiarize.&lt;br /&gt;-Then pretend thatyou have never seen that line before in your life. Act cute, post a picture of your puppy eyes. Eventually people will beleive you and you would have seen like a victim and people will symphatize with you. Hey!! Politicians does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Diss other blogs that have the same style as you and claim you are not like that.&lt;br /&gt;- See now, the blog readers from the other blog will also read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get some cheapo sponsor to endorse your blog. Blog a cheapo advertisment about that cheapo sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;-Advertising a brand-less cheap stuff takes courage and skills. If you can master it then, other cheapo sponsors will come and look for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pretend to be someone else, then leave a comment on your own post.&lt;br /&gt;- Then pretend to be someone else and leave a disagree-ing comment on the comment you left as someone else. Keep the fighting as yourself, untill you comments rakes up to 999999 so that people will think, wow!! This is an awesome blog, I am going to tell my friend about it. The also the cheapo sponsor will come and look for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Enroll yourself with people who claim to be some advertising agency who is making a business out of blogs that were meant to be an innocent log.&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, then you will get invited to parties, and you can claim yourself as an celebrity blogger. Then write about those parties. Hand in your blog address to everyone in the party. It works!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you are a loser they wouldnt care about you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus(Girls only)*************************&lt;br /&gt;11. Post a video of you kissing another girl and some demure lesbo scenes.&lt;br /&gt;-Sure Hit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this was helpful people.&lt;br /&gt;I will see you all in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and Happy Friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5615024832978705303?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5615024832978705303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5615024832978705303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5615024832978705303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5615024832978705303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-popularise-your-blog.html' title='How to popularise your blog'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2441203265657680849</id><published>2010-09-29T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:08:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A review from the heart: Alif</title><content type='html'>Hey peepz...Howdy y'al!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point. This is a review for a blogovel (Blog + Novel! Smart eh?) written by my bestie Nitrogue. You can read it to : &lt;a href="http://dramedyremedy.blogspot.com/2010/05/alif-chapter-1-assasination.html"&gt;~~Alif~~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost this post is actually dedicted to Nitrogue but lets forget Nitrogue is my bestie for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alif for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alif was what each and every person should be. A blank slate yet sophisticated enough to be painted upon with an exquisite masterpiece called Love. You have got to agree that if everybody can be Alif there would be no war in the world. A story of a 10 year old boy that left a tremendous impact on many people's heart-Classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting and string of events for this novel has been cleverly executed. Race and religion has been cleverly infused. Very visual narration but can be improved. While I was reading this at certain parts I can actually see the picture that the author was trying to paint. The plot is interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions were not executed well. The death of Alif was sad but it was not sad enough. The reason as to why the Chief Minister was killed and how he was killed was a bit superficial. Its a little unrealistic as its hanging a mystery on who and why a riot was triggered, how did Kumar Desai gets his hands on and how did he by pass the security. A rather abrupt end to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem to agree with the fact that a very rational man like Kumar Desai will commit such irrationality for something that has been going on for rather sometime in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been eloborated more. Choice of words was good. Simple and understandable, and best of all readable. Thus more reacheable to certain clans (if you know what I am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who by the way should read this story!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good blogovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to read and has a very good message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophies seems to fit rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job well done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room for improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of details. A lot of things has been left hanging like how is the chief minister connected to the riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly? Indirectly? or is it just Kumar Desai's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the public surrounding Kumar Desai did not see him holding a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reccomend my blog readers to read that blogovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alif: Race and Religion killed me but may my love story bring a new dawn to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to Nitrouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can eloborate this story its a sure hit dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, sorry for the unsolicited review but I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.....see ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2441203265657680849?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2441203265657680849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2441203265657680849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2441203265657680849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2441203265657680849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-from-heart-alif.html' title='A review from the heart: Alif'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1951713182096940147</id><published>2010-09-21T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:05:13.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wicked witch of the valley.....a witch with a B</title><content type='html'>* I am damn ticked off when I am writing this post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. She is back. So and her oh-I-am-Einstein husband who is so called my uncle. My daddy's brother actually. I can tell you that there is not a day that I never thanked God for not giving my father or my wonderful Periappa those genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What genes you may ask?? The genes that forgets the sacrifice of a good mother and father when it meets the wife's pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an avid reader of my blog you would remember my blog entry titled Voodoo or Bodoh. I deleted it because I actually got calls from some dude asking if I would like to seek revenge on my uncle using black magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although tempted, I would not want to make the same mistake that the witch made I mean that bitch made. If she is a bitch, you can quote me here, my uncles are whores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of em'. The first one's wife influenced the second one's wife to practice black magic to keep their husbands in their pussy and hang their balls with a chain so that they can yank it when they want. These fucking idiots, fucking annoying idiots are dumb and oblivious that their balls are actually tied to a leash held by their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla whatever it is, is their problem, once you are married its your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been neglecting my grandparents for more than 10-15 years, beacause they head were stuck in their wives pussy, now they are coming back, kononya already learnt their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother sustained a fall about two months ago. I did not say it here in my blog because I did want symphaty. I for one is not someone who appreciate symphaty as much as emphaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is bedridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this when she bed ridden because of her arthritis leg this idiot and his wife came, something followed them and attacked my grandma because she is weak. Thats when I beleived in black magic. The moment my Periappa gave her the water that has been tampered with by some Godly person, she just woke up. From being slumber, from being like a vegetable, she just woke up fresh and energentic and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are back, that bitch and that whore along with the fat fuck family, and showering my grandma with all the utilities (like pampers) and also installed a air con for her. FUCKER!!! DAMN FUCKING ANNOYING!! They fucking think we cant take care of my grandmother without their money is it!! FUCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask my grandfather why he condoned all this nonsense he said let him do, he is doing for his mother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF MAX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! I am soooo geramla......I told my grandfather straight to the face to put more salt in his food so that he will atleast have some dignity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously told that to him because I was sooo darned pissed off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not money your mother needs you stupid ball licking asshole!! Its your genuine attention and care. Goddamn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here is the best part. When he came my grandmother pampers was wet. Yes, pampers can hold more that one wetting. Its not practical to roll her ever each time she take a leak because when you roll her over she will be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I had cleaned her because she soiled the bed and just 2hours since I change her pampers. This darn fucker came and sibuk2 want to change her pampers for what also I dont know!! Damn stressed wei.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all this while cleaning her up, leaks after leaks, dumps after dumps whenever I am at home that is, and you come one day and change her diapers you're suddenly God is it?? You fat fuck!! Fat chance!! My grandmother is no more the oblivious to your vodoo black witch fucking witchcraft okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother sugar level in the blood fluctuates because of her diabetes, when we feed her food without sugar he diabetes goes very low risking hypoglycemic which can cause stroke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we feed her milk with a bit of sugar her sugar level will be normal unless she takes any other high sugar contents on that day like fruit maybe, but we cant make her not eat at all rite. How can she take it if everyday we give her oats only. Even we youngsters cant take it let alone old people. So, once in a while we give some fruits she likes. Of course her sugar level will hike up but we have this thing call insulin shots!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So happened that day the fucker called this mofo of a doctor to check my grandma and you know what the mofo doctor said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Owh, Dont give sugar at all"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF!! If I wasnt in my right mind I would have done that and let my grandma suffer. The fucking asshole of a doctor did not even care to check my grandmother's sugar level history which we record down every single day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeee........fuckers to the core lar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See la, one day I am gonna stuff banana's into their brand new puegeot exhaust pipe!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And stick dog shit in their car....and put rotting meat in their backseat and fill their radiator with soap water and throw eggs on thier mirror!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate them!!! I hate them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay Vanie, Pull yourself together..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUM................AUM..........................AUM..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I am fine now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Sorry for the atrocious spelling and grammar mistakes....to ticked off to worry about SPELLING and GRAMMAR!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1951713182096940147?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1951713182096940147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1951713182096940147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1951713182096940147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1951713182096940147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/wicked-witch-of-valleya-witch-with-b.html' title='The wicked witch of the valley.....a witch with a B'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6766300736881830620</id><published>2010-09-15T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:11:29.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As of 1 October....</title><content type='html'>I am officially hired!! ~woot woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel like doing a aboriginal ritual dance now. Finally I am hired. Not as a permanant staff but a direct contract staff but who really cares?? I have got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company name: Undisclosed to protect my identity.&lt;br /&gt;See if you know which company then you are obviously important to me, If you dont know then I dont really care about you do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salary: Whooooaaa.....this is Military Secret. If I say it then the CIA will come and catch me and cast me away to far far very far away land!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the things I can finally have.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months  - Nose Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months - Boob Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year  - Liposuction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp;amp; .5 years - Tummy and Thigh Tuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years - Face lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2 years I will become pretty!! Surely beats dieting and exercising!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.....Yeah ryte.....Strike all that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a brand new ass spanking Gaming PC. I will and I will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo!! Cant wait for PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of randomnes....get back to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos, Asta la vista Baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6766300736881830620?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6766300736881830620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6766300736881830620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6766300736881830620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6766300736881830620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-of-1-october.html' title='As of 1 October....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-8309087102782726307</id><published>2010-09-09T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:24:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my tag line.</title><content type='html'>Yup, I changed it. Mainly because somebody pointed out to me that the old one should have been where the truth is sharper than a samurai's sword. hehehe.......*Embarressed Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all this while I thought Samurai is the name of the sword that Japanese warriors use. Since the pointee pointed out what had been pointed out by the pointee (LOL!!) I Googled and Wikied and finally realised Samurai is the proper name for a Japanese warrior and not the name of his sword. *Bangs head on the wall*. How dumb can I be?? Sheeesh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also did some thinking. I dont think that tag line is appropriate for my blog. Mainly because, yes I am sarcastic, and I do tell the truth but the thing is......owh, I am so sad to say this but I do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lie sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photos(if ever any) posted are photoshopped, unless stated otherwise. So really, is this where the truth is really sharp?? Nah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise, that this blog is mainly about me. ME ME ME!!&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, my ramblings, my life(heck, just created another tagline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a selfish, whiny attention seeking w**re. But I dont care because this is&lt;br /&gt;my space, my corner, my blog (Hell!! Another tag line) Damn I am good at this!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. The niche of my blog - ME!! My space, My corner, My blog, My writings, My whinings(This word doesnt exist, just goes nice with the rest), My thoughts, My Life, My ramblings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS V AS VANIE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8309087102782726307?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8309087102782726307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8309087102782726307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8309087102782726307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8309087102782726307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-changed-my-tag-line.html' title='I changed my tag line.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-4298576983488143209</id><published>2010-09-06T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:11:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>I have been eyeing this guy for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;No!! I am not gonna tell you people who that is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can figure it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might be Indian, he might not be Indian,&lt;br /&gt;He might be tall, he might be short,&lt;br /&gt;He might be fat, he might be thin,&lt;br /&gt;He might be dark, he might be fair,&lt;br /&gt;He might be from my work place, he might be from my hometown,&lt;br /&gt;He might be real, he might be fake......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh....Go figure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you one thing, for me, he is damn freaking handsome. Why do you think I am eyeing on him?? Pffftttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other girl friends say he is just normal but for me he is soo handsome. Now from all of this I have learnt something. Being the awesome person that I am let me share with you my wisdom. Listen carefully......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 types guys in this world.&lt;br /&gt;1. One who is handsome but doesnt think he is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;2. One who is handsome but thinks he is more handsome and what he really is.&lt;br /&gt;3. One who is presentable but doesnt think he is handsome&lt;br /&gt;4. One who is presentable but thinks he is very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general I hate guys that belong in group 2 &amp;amp; 4. This is because they are stuck up, snobby and....well, you knoe where I am going at right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the guy I am eyeing on belongs to type 2. When my "spy" told me about his character and all I was banging my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice that keep echoing in my ears at that time was of my bestfriend who said "Vanie, you always fall for the wrong guy har....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friend, its a disease. One without a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not fall for him. I just like to look at him because he is sooo handsome. Is that called falling for him?? No rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, my "spy" backfired on me and said well he might be wrong. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what infatuation really means. I do have some form of communication with him. In fact when I see him with another girl I am so jealous. But I know that deep inside even if this form of friendship evolves and if at all he says he wants to have a relationship with me I would accept. Yes, as crazy as it sounds I wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how you would accept if my sweet hunkie Gerard Butler ask you to marry you. Its not practical rite but some part of you will want it rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what you want me to do? Sit at home and wonder all my life if he is having any affair with any other girl?? Not only am I not a control freak, I also wont leave anything without a revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am rationally revengeful. So if he is having an affair I wouldnt kill him, but I will seek for an affair as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of living like this? I will suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So taking all of this into consideration, I hereby declare that that person is only an EYE CANDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~woot woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random post. I know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-4298576983488143209?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4298576983488143209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4298576983488143209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4298576983488143209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4298576983488143209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-9187805639581951049</id><published>2010-09-03T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:05:04.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polycystic Ovaries</title><content type='html'>Yeah....thats what I got...Too much testosteron(however its spelt) in my body causing many cystic lesions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ou ou....here is the bonus. This hormon condition causes weight gain. Dont ya'all think that this is exactly what I need to have. A disease that causes weight gain. Why cant I have some disease that will cause weight loss like Bulemia....sheeesshhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got my medications for it. Me and medications dont do so well actually. I find it difficult to eat the medicine once my pain is cured. I just cant. Although the doctor specifically said finish the medicine I am still not eating it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody should hit me in the head lar. Just like how the doctor said dont drink iced water because of my neck muscle contraction. Never listen. Now neck pain is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......I will never learn....never!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-9187805639581951049?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9187805639581951049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=9187805639581951049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9187805639581951049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9187805639581951049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/polycystic-ovaries.html' title='Polycystic Ovaries'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-1144148617783264151</id><published>2010-09-01T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:52:56.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>I hate making choices!! Its just sooo difficult....arrgghhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that if I manage to save money I will treat myself for something I want to have......&lt;br /&gt;But now I have sooo many things on my list I dunno what to do.....of course the simplest solution is get all the things.....but I dont really have a tall, dark, handsome money dispensing machine with me. Money is limited but soo many things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Console. (either xbox 360 or PS3)&lt;br /&gt;*Hell, a choice in a choice.....See I told you choices are complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sony MP3. (or MP4)&lt;br /&gt;*My old one spoilt. I had it since form 4. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New ass-spanking mobile phone(list of mobile phone choices)&lt;br /&gt;            - Nokia E series&lt;br /&gt;            - Iphone&lt;br /&gt;            - Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;            - Sony erricson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take money, go vacation (list of location choices)&lt;br /&gt;           - Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;           - Genting Highlands&lt;br /&gt;           - Sitiawan&lt;br /&gt;           - Pangkor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy Desktop, specialized for Gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend money on Boob job and/or Nose Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can ignore number 6. Hehehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So difficult to make choices lar....might as well dont get anything, take the money and go pig myself out for three days with my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isssshhhhhh.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1144148617783264151?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1144148617783264151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1144148617783264151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1144148617783264151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1144148617783264151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-1927810857367652548</id><published>2010-08-30T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:00:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XBOX 360 or PS3</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of getting myself a console.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking either xbox 360 or PS3...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both about the same price.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havent done my research yet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who has any of these consoles wanna share some info??.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be more than happy to hear from you guys.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1927810857367652548?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1927810857367652548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1927810857367652548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1927810857367652548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1927810857367652548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/xbox-360-or-ps3.html' title='XBOX 360 or PS3'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-3693363341563990748</id><published>2010-08-27T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:45:24.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Twilight Haters</title><content type='html'>Burn In Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on la people. Why is it just so hard to agree that twilight is a good saga??&lt;br /&gt;No I am not one of those retards who is going to say I love twilight just because Jacob is&lt;br /&gt;shirtless throughout the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me of all people go for quality and I think Twilight is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of famous negative comments and my comments on that comment (Try saying that 5 times!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vegetarian vampires&lt;br /&gt;Why cant vampires be vegetarians?? You can accept a monster that eat cookies but not a vampire who is vegetarian??Need I say a MONSTER, who eats cookies. Come on la people. A monster that eat cookies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Glittering vampires&lt;br /&gt;You can accept a freaking purple dinosaur, blue colored midgets, yellow colour humans but not glittering vampires??&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are waiting for the subtitle, freaking purple dinosaur: barney, blue colored midgets: smurfs and yellow colour humans: the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Werewolves are shirtless&lt;br /&gt;I am restraining from saying something bitchy here. Why cant you just leave us girls in peace to admire those abs?? Is okay for a men to wear his underwear on the outside but not okay for werewolf to be shirtless. I think its justified because when they turn into werewolves the shirt will be torn. How many shirts you want them to buy?? Logic ryte?? Pants must wear la.....to protect vital organs. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Men saying, its a girlie movie&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? Of course is a girlie movie, it actually has a story. I am sure if the werewolves were all women every men alive would say it was a nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why did I compare Edward the vampire and Jacob the werewolf to characters like superman, smurfs and BarBluek!!Ney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are all fictional characters. They are all figments of someone's imagination that got publicized!!&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you poeple?? You cant accept a fictional character that is shown in a more nicer maner but you can accept characters like The simpsons that makes no sense at all. I mean who has those type of hairstyles??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeshhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why I am so profusely backing up Twilight (No!! Stephenie Meyer is not paying me!! Pffffttt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, simply because Twilight or rather the author Stephenie Meyer has done a good job writing the book.&lt;br /&gt;If you are an avid reader you would know that it is not easy to potray feelings in writings, but Twilight has never seized to get that job done. How many love themed novels have you read??&lt;br /&gt;Was any of it as good as Twilight. Maybe there are some novels outside that are even better but for me, I think Twilight was a very good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book that you can take to a lazy chair, accompanied by some nice hot chocolate drink on nice gloomy rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...these type of "luxuries" are to be felt. I guess I am one of those lucky ones who gets to experience these luxuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, hmmm, was a disappointement. Not as good as the book.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, the movie was still eye opening (literally) with respect to shirtless werewolves @_@ and considerate and loving vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight lovers,&lt;br /&gt;You guys are AWESOME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-3693363341563990748?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3693363341563990748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3693363341563990748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3693363341563990748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3693363341563990748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/dearest-twilight-haters.html' title='Dearest Twilight Haters'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6493182971526881917</id><published>2010-08-20T10:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:51:04.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT a BITCH!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know most of you think I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck even I sometimes think I am one but I am not a bitch, I just have extremely low tolerance for bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am sensitive, maybe I feel like everybody should be like me but thats just me and thats just who I am. Small petty little things that is not a big deal to most people might be incredibly irritating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things that is on top of my list are a bit subjective, but here is a brief list of things that just irritates me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who like to complain that I am complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who never keep to their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People who have a narrow mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People who don't like to see you happy. I particularly hate when someone asks me this question. *when I am laughing* "Wah, why you so happy one??" What the fuck why?? and they call me the bitch....pfffttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who like to ask obvious and dumb questions. Like "Hey, why are you dressed so nicely today??". What kind off a dumb question is that?? My wish la fucker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Girl or boys who are fake. I particularly despise fake accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People who cant accept other people's ideas. People who always like to prove you wrong&lt;br /&gt;even when you are right. Even thinking about this kinda poeple gives me urge to punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Girls who cant get their priorities right. Go figure why I dont have much girl friends. Jeezz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. People who complain about something then when you ask they go like "Dont ask la??". Like what the fuck x10!! Its either you tell the whole story or don't tell it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. People who have still not adopted to the lifestyle of today. I mean young people, not old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few from the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and therefore I am NOT a BITCH, just have this extremely low tolerance to bullshit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Tata all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6493182971526881917?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6493182971526881917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6493182971526881917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6493182971526881917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6493182971526881917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-not-bitch.html' title='I am NOT a BITCH!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2731029798876592088</id><published>2010-08-18T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:19:46.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tuesday Fiasco</title><content type='html'>KTM has done it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally stranded in KL Sentral yesterday evening because KTM decided to cancel all train that was going to Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being Batang Benar station was flooded so the train services was until Bangi only.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know most of you will think that, haiyooo, floodla.....what can the KTM people do. Not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how old KTM is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking 125 years old!! It started in 1885!! Heck its even older than our grandfathers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some would perceive old as being experinced and wise, but NOT KTM!! NA-AH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTM, will still act as though it has only begun yesterday. Like a 1 day year old baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been establishing train services for 125 years dont tell me no one has come across these type of natural causes. This is Malaysia man!! We have a freaking weather pattern. Are they like telling in 125 years they have never encountered FLOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridicolous isnt it?? No one made an effort to make plans for this kinda train service disruption causes for 125 years is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like somebody nuked the station. If they were not prepared for that I would understand but FLOOD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the best part is the train to Bangi only decided to come hourly yesterday as opposed to 20mins on other days, so it was packed like a bloody tuna can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got onto the train hoping to hitch a ride from my friend in Serdang who was sweet enough to offer to send me back home. On the way, someone told us that the train service was already restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend who will get down in Serdang to double confirm at the counter and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;She confirmed that the train service was restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the train came to Bangi they announced the train will not go to Seremban because of flood. WTF rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesshhh........then when everybody got down from the train, a person from outside ask us to enter back and confirmed that the train was going seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for like 15 minutes for the train to move and reached Seremban pissed, cold and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTM KTM..........grow up lar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2731029798876592088?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2731029798876592088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2731029798876592088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2731029798876592088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2731029798876592088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday-fiasco.html' title='The Tuesday Fiasco'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-9105458113315171898</id><published>2010-08-12T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:58:27.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female 'casanova'</title><content type='html'>If you are an avid newspaper reader you would probably have guessed what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this woman, who is supposedly very good looking have cheated 6 men (on the record) of their money. Apparently she is said to be good looking and a sweet talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna read the news, its &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/8/12/nation/6839843&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know if I see her I will wash her feet with rose water and shower her with gold.&lt;br /&gt;I would thank her for showing the world how dumb some guys can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, because most guys dont think with their brains, they think with their dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go for someone who is bitchy and way off your league just because she has nice boobs and cute ass so this how you will end up to be eventually, either strapped for cash or emotionally bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, even after shitty things like this happens they still wanna go for those type of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbness! to the core, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not uttering this out of jelaousy but I am saying this in defense of normal looking girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The are great girls out there who might not wear see through blouse to show their overflowing-from-the-cup boobs or perfect round ass, who might not even look like a supermodel, who might be over weight (I la tu....hehehe), but they have the intelligence that can help you overcome your problems, a heart that gives without expecting anything in return and  the love that will make you a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like this who will worship you guys who are genuine and gentle. Girls who will feed your ego just for the sense of possesiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NO!! You guys have to go for the supermodel looking types, that will treat you like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats with you guys and the bitchy I-am-sexy-look-at-me kind off girls anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do they like have two pussy holes or something??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeezzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I am talking about most guys, though there are guys who are genuine, they seem to be extinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: I am talking about show off girls who would rather eat grass than a slice of secret recipe cheesecake because they need to maintain their body to get laid but will crap that they need to take care of their health. What a pile of bollocks!!!! Though there are many pretty looking girls who are humble...*angkat tangan tinggi2*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-9105458113315171898?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9105458113315171898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=9105458113315171898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9105458113315171898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/9105458113315171898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/female-casanova.html' title='Female &apos;casanova&apos;'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-4539340353203629677</id><published>2010-08-11T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:57:13.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for getting a phone!! Pfffftttt......</title><content type='html'>So much for getting a phone on my next salary.&lt;br /&gt;Aint gonna happen till next year.....&lt;br /&gt;Jeezzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My miseries aside.....Today is the begining of??.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUUUAASAAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.......&lt;br /&gt;Why am i getting over excited for???&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am wishing all &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysian&lt;/strong&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;be it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who embrace the spirit of Ramadhan and Puasa a very very very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Puasa-ing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-xoxo-&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/6751175346768679640-4539340353203629677?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4539340353203629677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=4539340353203629677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4539340353203629677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/4539340353203629677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-for-getting-phone-pfffftttt.html' title='So much for getting a phone!! Pfffftttt......'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6010651004906686818</id><published>2010-08-10T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:34:28.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusious has no idea!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh...Back to blogging about my pathethic love[not] life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very bad event happened around two weeks ago, but that is another story and will blog about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda made me have a major meltdown, and when I turned around and look of course I had my family (or at least what is left of it), and a few of my friends (who now has a special place in my heart). Yet, I just can't explain this feeling or fear, anxiety, lonliness and utterly miserable sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I knew that I really miss Mr.Lorry. Yes, maybe I missed him all this while but was oblivious to that feeling because I was overwhelmed by gaming, "knowledge" indulging and being free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when all of this mixed up........okay fine.....fucked up feelings overwhelmed me I just had to take the phone and dial him. I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half expecting him not to answer the phone but he did. And all I could do when he picked up the phone was cry, cry and cry. He knew that moment that something was really wrong, so he asked me calm down, put down the phone and go and meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove down to meet him. Tears never did stop running. The moment I took the toll, this is what went through my mind:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the fuck are you doing Vanie?? You are screwing everything up. Vanie, you better turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing me, my heart, did not listen to my mind. I know I am just using him for my moment of weakness but at that point of emotional trauma I just had to meet him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him in his house, my face all puffed up, my nose runny. I was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped to his house he just came to me, never said a word, and just hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment a hug was all I needed. I did not resist, I didn't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet and cried to him. He asked me to stop crying he wiped my tears and asked me to wash my face. Then he took me out for dinner (more like supper although I did not have dinner so I consider it dinner). He just asked me to calm down, he held my hands all the while and said life is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really made me feel so much better. The sense of having someone to run to really made me feel stronger for a bit. He then drove me around his neighbourhood, just a nice slow and quiet drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left. Before I left I just felt that he atleast deserves my honesty and so I apologised to him and told him that I did not want to reconcile but I just needed him because I had no one else. He came to me, kissed me on my cheeks and said "Don't worry, I know you too well".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I cursed my self for doing that. After that I did not contact him. Then last Sunday he called me and said he wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to go but he was there when I needed him its only right I am there when he needs me. So I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do not know whether he wanted to reconcile or what but his speech really made me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to think. "I know you have been going around telling people that I broke up with you because you refused to sleep with me, which is the truth (on the surface at least), but why did I take 4 years to do this to you. If I really wanted to sleep with you do you actually think I would wait for 4 freaking years??Did you think that I never had the chance to??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me like a loud big "PONG" when he said that. I was really confused at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why is he telling me this now. I mean after so many months??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"You know what Vanie, I don't deserve you. You are a good girl. You deserve someone way better than me. For the past four years I have been with you, what have I really done for you?? I am making you suffer. I thought by doing like that you would hate me but now I realise that it is only tochering you. I dont deserve you but I don't want you to hate me. I want to be a friend that you can come running to in case of a problem. This is why I am telling you this now. Please Vanie, give it a thought."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then became silent. I thought to myself. Damn, this is a good deal. He is not fit to be my sweetheart but I still need him and so he can be my friend, and besides he is right, he did not do anything when he was with me anyway(I am such a bitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I agreed to be his friend. I walked away feeling confused by his sudden wisdom, sad that I severly crushed a self esteem of a man that I used to love, happy that I have him back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having what he said at the back of my mind, all was fine untill I stepped into my room. I was struck by something that brought tears to my eyes. My kite. My kite that he bought me and we had soo much fun playing by the beach. Then I opened my cupboard only to be greeted by Moon and Star. I remembered something then, I moved my cupboard only to see all his letters and Valentines card he used to send me when I was in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stop crying. He did do a lot for me. More than the materials he gave, he tried his best to make me happy. I realise I was the one who was oblivious. I was the one that was hoping too much. I was the bitch who was never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what all this events is leading too. I havent called him or anything after the last conversation. I am confused. Hell, I am even more confused that confusious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Confusious has no idea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Not that confusious got anything to do with confusion, it just sounded nice.&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: I know the above post is like a movie but it really happened!! Do not mock me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6010651004906686818?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6010651004906686818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6010651004906686818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6010651004906686818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6010651004906686818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-conversation_10.html' title='Confusious has no idea!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6313673510631557904</id><published>2010-08-05T10:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:27:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian LRT can grow!!</title><content type='html'>I came in late to work today, thanks to the "very extremely reliable" *rolls eyes* LRT. I don't know what's with Malaysia and its public transports. Every other day there is a problem. No matter how upbeat, happy and positively I start my morning, either KTM or LRT will somehow find a way to fuck it all up. Then, I will end up being the groggy, depressed bitch at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.......is it really my fault that Malaysia's public transports are out there to get me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else can you say about a country who can send a man up to the moon to play tops (or whatever it is he played!!) but not have proper public transports when they know (or probably pretend they don't) that many people actually rely on public transports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the best part. Here is the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the LRT stalled at one of the stations (location undisclosed to protect my identity), after what seemed like forever the announcer announced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami sedang mengalami masalah teknikal yang tidak dapat di elakkan. Perjalanan tren akan perlahan and tren akan berhenti lebih lama di setiap stesyen. Kami memohon maaf ke atas segala kesulitan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Fine, Don't read too hard, there is nothing wrong with that. Now read the English version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are currently facing unexpected technical difficulties. The train journey will be slower and the train will longer at every station. We apologize for any inconveniences caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA!!! LOL.......I was smiling like a lunatic in the train just now......I didn't know Malaysia's LRT could grow longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, what a shame. Imagine, the public train, with so many foreigners, I am sure they laughed their asses off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the level of English in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard this announcement before and the "longer" is supposed to be "linger" which should be the right word. But our friend probably thought that there is a spelling mistake in the script and he corrected it thinking he is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go dude!! You have just created a LRT that can grow longer at every station!!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am evil. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, I find guys who can't speak proper (note I said proper, not perfect) English as such a turn off. Partly because they don't understand your witty sense of humor and they just look.......well........dumb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bitch. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6313673510631557904?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6313673510631557904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6313673510631557904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6313673510631557904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6313673510631557904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysian-lrt-can-grow.html' title='Malaysian LRT can grow!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-3910416017088270130</id><published>2010-08-04T10:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:22:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/TFjOaMDswYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w7X_UOAukJ0/s1600/Head-bangAgainstWall.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smack whomever that told you that when you work you will get money and you can buy all that you want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should be stomped and shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you start earning there is just so much you can spend and so many other commitments that you will not buy what you want but you will only buy what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like for example,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to buy a mp3 once I got my salary because my old mp3 is...........well its old!!, and the earphones are broken.....but when I got my salary, heck, I bought my toilletries and shoes coz all of shoes are damaged. I was literally wearing selipar to work until my salary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I just bought earphones for my mp3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess I should still be grateful coz atleast I have a roof over my head and food to eat.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, fuck it......Lets be practical people, unfortunate people are unfortunate for a reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were probably some dirty politician in their past life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I hate politics and politicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if I had more money then I could help those poor unfortunate people right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More money as in extra money after I spent buying all the things I want.....Muahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was born into a filthty rich family like I dunno.......the hiltons maybe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh then, maybe if you had an extra buck or two, you wouldn't have the luxury of time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time you come back from work, you will be soooo tired that you will sleep and it is like that from Monday till Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;End up the weekends, you will be doing all the pending things that was suppose to be done on the weekdays and before you know it will be Monday again. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/TFjN_QuFx3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qsm6D8TET8s/s1600/Head-bangAgainstWall.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, its a never ending freaking CYCLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my job thou.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the travelling from Seremban to PJ the one that is bothering me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to get a new phone on the next salary.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see how THAT goes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls Eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-3910416017088270130?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3910416017088270130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=3910416017088270130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3910416017088270130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/3910416017088270130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-613568716386636114</id><published>2010-08-03T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:25:19.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>----&lt;@ New @&gt;----</title><content type='html'>New beginings..........&lt;br /&gt;New endings..........&lt;br /&gt;New problems........&lt;br /&gt;New solutions.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypscus.........&lt;br /&gt;Out with the old....&lt;br /&gt;In with the new.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont run away yet.....&lt;br /&gt;More is to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ApOcAlYpScUs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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@&gt;----'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6465739626852457436</id><published>2010-06-10T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:13:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am soooo over it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a short post. I am really tied up with some work now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a post dedicated to Danger Mouse and all the recently singled people out there!! &lt;div&gt;Thanx Danger Mouse. You inspired me for this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can bravely say that I am over it now because when he used tears, and what not to get me back I actually did not go back to him. In fact I don't really think about him anymore like I use to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all get a nice group of friends. Divert your attention. Erase all the sweet memories. Whenever you think about something sweet think back about your break up. I can tell you that I was miserable, but I am okay and stronger now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stronger than I ever use to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is all the tears and heart ache worth it? No!! If that person has enough guts to hurt you over and over again then that person is not worth your love. Trust me, there are things and people out there who will actually appreciate your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the key words here is DIVERSION and GOOD COMPANY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get over it....it hard but not impossible and I can tell you that if you go back to that person there is no a bigger coward than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this helps.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling lonely? Need a friend?? I am here =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-6465739626852457436?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6465739626852457436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6465739626852457436' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6465739626852457436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6465739626852457436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-soooo-over-it.html' title='I am soooo over it....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8238993355083664810</id><published>2010-05-25T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:03:41.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Java'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I am in Lurve....again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*I will be away for 2 days for a training in Genting Highlands. So, here is an update for you all to enjoy while I am away. p/s: Not that I update my blog frequently, just wanted to see how it feels like to say that. Hehehehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, at the look at my title I already hear the sighs of my reader. I even hear "Evelleke vere velaiye illai", "She has nothing better to do!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be so quick to judge ok. This is a love affair of a different kind. Read on read on, don't run away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I am finding myself getting very attached to something. I been like thinking about it night and day. Guess what?? Its................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Drum rolls please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;JAVA PROGRAMMING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am becoming a programmoholic. Did i just invent a word??  WOW!! Ok...back to the story. I don't know why the fear that I had always had about programming is slowly washing away and I am actually enjoying it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should just get married to programming. After all it won't cheat on you, and you don't have to answer to it if you cheat on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more reasons on why I think I should get married to JAVA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It will do whatever you ask it to do. Just need the right words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You will never get bored with it. There is always something exciting and new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You dont have to worry about other people stealing it away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You can control it however you want it to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. It can fit anywhere. Be it Mac, be it linux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Its just plain awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You can actually get a lot of money from it where else most men nowadays would like to sit      and lay eggs at home while we women work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If you did something wrong, it will always guide you gently to correct your mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If you treated it nicely, it actually awards you, for the joy of coding a good working program can only be felt by programmers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, did I just invent a saying?? Cool huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a bonus....Some JAVA trainers are HOT!! Ok strike that....I mean good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neway, gotta go sleep now.....looooonnnggg day tommorow........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubye guys.....Have a nice Wednesday and Thursday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-8238993355083664810?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8238993355083664810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8238993355083664810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8238993355083664810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8238993355083664810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-in-lurveagain.html' title='I am in Lurve....again.....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5843069537184972819</id><published>2010-05-20T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:34:44.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure nonsense'/><title type='text'>See, I told you so!!</title><content type='html'>See, I told you I will updating my blog more often...hehe...promise kept....I am being considerate to people in the office....ehm ehm.....truegemini....ahem...ahem...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lets see....Wat to blog about?? hmmmm.....aaaaaaa....*putting the thinking cap on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.....no no no too pathetic......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about.....naaahhh....too boring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.....naahh, dun wanna kena ISA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urrrmmmmm........nolah...too sexy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thinking Hard.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiya, nothing to blog about la....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubye everybody....see y'all tommorow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this is why I seldom update my blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5843069537184972819?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5843069537184972819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5843069537184972819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5843069537184972819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5843069537184972819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-i-told-you-so.html' title='See, I told you so!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1231108128069565873</id><published>2010-05-18T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:07:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive!! TAADAAAHHH!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am still alive....Whether I am miserable is another story. Let me just quickly update you peeps about mt status....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I an under going Programming and Database training at SHRDC (Selangor Human Resource Development Center) Section 3 Shah Alam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Training live is going good but personal live is going in the other direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am recently single. A positive way to put "I broke up with Mr.Lorry". So you guys can spare the misery of reading about my BORING love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My laptop has become a virus breeding farm. Have to reformat *Note to self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats about the things that happen la. Paati, tata and my daddy are all fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I dont want to post a long F-ed up post about the why, where and how I broke up. Look on the bright side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I AM SINGLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anybody wanna go out Yam Cha with me ke.....Become my movie buddy ke.......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or interested in me ke....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Include me in.....Email me la....Since I am single now, I have lots and lots of time to read my email!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I might as well shout &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I DONT HAVE A LIFE!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios!! Psssttt....I will updating more from now....on my lifeless life.....=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1231108128069565873?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1231108128069565873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1231108128069565873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1231108128069565873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1231108128069565873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-still-alive-taadaaahhh.html' title='I am still alive!! TAADAAAHHH!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5840432845304971288</id><published>2010-04-04T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:14:50.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one heck of a lucky gurl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody update their blog today. Fine lor, then I update my blog lor....Hmmmppphh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post might come as a surprise to my readers. I mean like, just a few days ago I posted a very emo post even I cant believe I wrote it. Today, I am posting that I am a lucky girl. Dont worry guys....I am not mental...........yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a very good day for me. Mr. Lorry came down all the way from Klang so that we can go and check out my training place in Shah Alam, section 13. My training starting tomorrow....Yeeaaaahhh!! After such a long break. Poor guy, came back at 4 am then had to drag his ass to follow me at 9 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met his elder brother today. Damn his brother is handsome!! Hahaha....I got a handsome brother in law (soon to be.....hopefully). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't have any trouble finding the place thanks to WikiMapia. After that we went and had lunch somewhere in Klang I think. Then he asked me if I wanted to go back, although I did not want to go back so fast but the words that came out from my mouth was "Your wishla". Though I was praying hard that he will bring me somewhere. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My prayers worked!! hehe....He brought me to pantai Morib. First time I am setting my foot there. Something caught my eyes while I was there. Guess what?? KITES!! Yes, they were selling kites. God, I always wanted to play kites. Never had the privilege to play kites. I told him, first he said he is shy because a lot of people (and Indians) there. Then, I persuaded, and persuaded and persuaded him and finally he agreed. First time in my life I  played kite!! It was mad fun!! Then we also played soap bubbles. It was so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we bought the kite and walked towards the beach these groups on Indian guys were like "Pareda, chinna pillange pattam vilada porange". Ass holes. Whats their effing problem lar?? Mangkuk betul la!! Mr. Lorry heard it, told me, and ignored them. Good thing we ignored them....we had so much fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, on the way back, Mr.Lorry asked me "So, have you any other desires??". Aaaawww......How sweet lar kan.....This precise moment I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet. At times he can be such a jerk and at times he just makes my heart melt. I guess nobody is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then on the way back, I told him about the dog with no balls that has been barking at me. Remember, the Loser from Loserville?? Anyway, I got nicely scolded for not telling him earlier, and he asked me if I have his phone number. I said I dont have. Then he was quite angry la. I told him that I already speak to him like he deserves so no need to pull this thing further and deeper lar kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, a very very ENJOYable day for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adios guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Have a great Monday!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5840432845304971288?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5840432845304971288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5840432845304971288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5840432845304971288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5840432845304971288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-one-heck-of-lucky-gurl.html' title='I am one heck of a lucky gurl....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8954285635879495222</id><published>2010-04-01T20:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:47:03.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;As you guys can see I already edited the "My lepak2 places". So if any of you guys want to list down your blog here, or if I miss somebody's blog let me know ok. Drop down a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Something is wrong with me nowadays. When I go to sleep I am this "angel" who cuddles with bobo and ancher and moon and star and ok ok, I am stoping now. But when I wake up its a whole different scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I dont know if I had been sleep walking, or sleep wrestling, or sleep talking I did something horrible to bobo. I went to sleep as usual but when I woke up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;See what happen to bobo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TSIbsuc_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dfavgB5XJqU/s400/Picture+0146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The eyes are gone and the stitching came out!! =(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;When I woke up the next morning and saw bobo injured, naturally, I panicked. I looked all over the room for bobo's eyes. I practically turn my room upside down looking for bobo's eye. After trashing my room thank god I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TTgwwbXaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j9YjcT0KGAM/s400/Picture+0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bobo's poor little eye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pity Bobo. Traumatized by the experience. I honestly and truly dont know how it happen. It was really beyond my realization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, being the awesome girl that I am, I decided to do an eye attachment surgery on Bobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Things needed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TVDb8S0RI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gdBWgs-2X0M/s400/Picture+0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;UHU glue and the missing eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The UHU glue will cost about RM2.00. A small tube should be more than enough. So the procedure is very easy peasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You just put the UHU glue on the back part of the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TWQGScEBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZVH1E1XYIXM/s400/Picture+0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then you stick where you suppose to stick it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TXYTCjsbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4SEn3moZPfU/s400/Picture+0152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Voila. All done. Bobo is fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TYcGER9sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S7VXKcwEe78/s400/Picture+0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Say hello Bobo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The stitching on the nose, I dont know what to do with it. I am scared if I cut it then all the stitching will come out. Ouch!! So maybe I am just gonna color it black with a marker so that its not that obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I just have to figure out a way to keep my mouth shut and not blaber this to my boyfriend. Well, not that its important or anything, I just dont want him living in the fear that one day Bobo's eyes could might as well been his. Kekekeke......UHU glue will definitely not work with his eye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If this continues I am definitely going to seek help. Gosh I am so brutal in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;its Friday today and I still dont have a place to live in Shah Ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I dont know what I am going to do. Hope the 'Good Friday' brings the good news to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8954285635879495222?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8954285635879495222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8954285635879495222' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8954285635879495222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8954285635879495222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/bed-monster.html' title='The Bed Monster'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_cLfEQflIjyU/S7TSIbsuc_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dfavgB5XJqU/s72-c/Picture+0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1723420539360927812</id><published>2010-03-30T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:18:28.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES YES YES!! I won!! I won!! Okla Okla, I will stop being so childish la. He deleted me because I threatened to publish the messages between he and me in my blog so he deleted me which confirms he has got no balls. Hahaha!! I am so happy I wanna go Secret Recipe after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you dont know what I am talking about read my previous entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;WHAT A LOSER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wasted my three days only. Ceh Ceh Ceh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After this on I am going to let him talk whatever he wants to talk about me because he is loser!! Loser always bark bark and bark. I don't really care. The important thing is I WON!! Okla okla, I will stop, but no denying the fact I WON!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I hated cursing and all kan because I am not that kinda person. But if I am provoked, sowry la....this devil takes over me and those are the type of words that comes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson learnt: Dont provoke me!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neway, enough of the loserville stories. Wasting my time only talking about losers Thanks for everybody who advised me and all. Really means a lot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: Anyone want to read the whole battle?? Exclusive footage of a real loser. Email me ok. coolvaneegurl@yahoo.com. Dont email virus la!! =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;p/p/s: Can anybody hear somebody barking?? Somebody barking in my blog la....LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;URGENT AND IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I need a place to stay in Shah Alam seksyen 13 as soon as possible as my training will be starting next week. Anybody who needs housemate or roommate, or anybody who can help me out, please HELP ME!! I will owe you soo much if you could help me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Call me @ 016-6731360 or email me @ coolvaneegurl@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1723420539360927812?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1723420539360927812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1723420539360927812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1723420539360927812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1723420539360927812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-won.html' title='I won!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6425567735001004106</id><published>2010-03-28T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:54:39.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry to the max'/><title type='text'>The wrong bitch to mess with!!</title><content type='html'>I had a so called enemy in university. I did not fight with him or anything, but I avoided him because he is selfish an manipulative.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I went for a briefing for a job, and he was there. When I came back I posted a shout out saying "What are the fucking odds that I will meet my University rival in briefing today" And the next day he posted " Fuck, I never thought I will meet the bitch in briefing" and as a clue when people ask, he said "She is the fattest girl on campus".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real FUCKTARD rite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have a temper that would probably blow up the whole world. Real man whore la that fellar kan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO i posted a shout out "Why?? Got no balls ar?? Calling me bitch in your profile. Dare means direct direst la fucker!! You thin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;k I cant swear is it?&lt;/span&gt;? Man Whore!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still have no effect on my temper, so I sent him a message.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why la?? You got no balls ar?? Tak puas means direct2 tell me la!! Wat the fuck did I do to you?? I tried to fuck you is it?? Why you calling me bitch now?? Eh, puki, listen, I also know how to talk bad words ok bastard!! You started all this bad word crap rite?? So what if I am fat!! You fucking me is it?? You choose the wrong bitch to mess with la you man whore!! You mite as well block me now or I can stoop down even lower than this!! Asshole!! If I am a bitch why you add me in facebook la?? You are the one who fucking add me rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a little effect on my temper, so I am blogging this to lower my temper before I start firing everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have quietly and politely been moving with my life. Why the fuck provoke me!! There is nothing you can do now fucker!! You might as well block me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear readers, do you think what I did was wrong??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think I was wrong, fuck you!! If you think I am right, you are my best friend =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He clearly choose the wrong bitch to mess with!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6425567735001004106?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6425567735001004106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6425567735001004106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6425567735001004106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6425567735001004106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrong-bitch-to-mess-with.html' title='The wrong bitch to mess with!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5602325246412510623</id><published>2010-03-20T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:59:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not easy being an Indian girl who is on the heavier side. Heavier side as in physically. If I maybe so bold, I can say none of you people would have gone through what I have gone through at this age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not proud of myself, but I done hate myself either. No one seems to be fine with the way I am expect for myself. I did not kill anyone, I did not cause anyone any harm. It does not mean that I am not willing to loose weight or be healthy as people put it, but it is not that easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one, not one soul around me can look past my skin. Not my boyfriend, not my grandfather, not my uncle, not my aunty...nobody. Sometimes I feel that I might be more of a burden to everyone than actually human. I feel I don't deserve to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything that is normal for other people, but for me it is because of my weight. How would you feel if your family member told you " Oh, you went interview but you did not get the job. You are soo fat, who will hire you"?? My grandfather told me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How would you feel when you call you boyfriend out for some cake on your anniversary and he says " You want to eat cake!! Cant you see you are so fat?? Lets go and have something else."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have an uncle who is embarrassed to take me out anywhere because I am fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a best friend who constantly makes fun of my weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why cant anybody see past my skin?? I know I am not pretty or glamorous or sexy, but I am human too. I have feelings too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A typical reaction to this post will be "Why don't you loose weight??". Easy to ask. Easy to say. But if you are having my problems you would know that it is not that simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said that, despite everything, I still wake up each morning with a tear in the heart but a smile on my face. I go around laughing about myself, I ignore people's remarks, I put on a fake smile. I pretend to be happy when inside I am deteriorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what my life has become. I am a big fat loser to everyone and don't try to comfort me by saying I am not, its even more insulting. How long do expect me contain all this feelings?? How much more can my heart take?? There are times that all this feelings just burst out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sorry but I guess this is one of those times. Some of you maybe shocked to see a post so emotional but life has just got to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant stop my tears as I am writing this post. I don't know why but things just seem so hard sometimes. I want to meet a person, ONE person who can look past my skin and like me for who I am and not what I am, but now I lost hope. I got no hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody is the same.  Perhaps people like me are destined to live in the basement like some kind off diseased person and not have any contact with the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I want to go somewhere far where I don't know anybody and no one knows me. Somewhere I don't have people whom I love because remarks from them hurts the most. Life for me has not been easy. It is still not going to get any easier. Yet I have to find the strength to somehow survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, please, PLEASE make me stop feeling this way, give me a break, is it not something I least deserve? Please God, give me the strength and courage to go on. I don't have anybody else who understands me. I guess you are the only one I can talk to now God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vanee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5602325246412510623?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5602325246412510623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5602325246412510623' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5602325246412510623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5602325246412510623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-not-easy.html' title='It is not easy'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5355520573724215276</id><published>2010-03-05T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:00:56.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Loved....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Changes are the only thing that is constant in our lives. Some changes bring good and the rest brings harm. Good or bad we always find ways to keep surviving. Life......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went to Killan Palla Taku or more commonly known as Klang Valley. Went there with my boyfriend.....hold on a sec....why do I keep saying my boyfriend?........sounds like some kinda obsessive bitch....lets give him a name....how about Mr.Lorry??....ok.....I went to Klang Valley yesterday with Mr. Lorry.He had an interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, at the age of 23 (Gawd! I am already 23!!) I stepped into the ever so famous Klang Valley. It is famous. There is not even one day that I don't hear Killan Palla Taku on the tamil news. The famous, or should I say the infamous :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neway, we left Seremban about 10am, stopped in Seremban R&amp;amp;R and had our breakfast there. I felt like I was eating a plate of gold!! Damn those people. Such low quality food for such a high price. Like as though they infused the food with gold!! I was bla bla bla-ing about the price, then my boyfriend.....erm....I mean Mr.Lorry said is normal price for a R&amp;amp;R. They should name it CT instead!! Cut Throat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, my boyfriend...I mean Mr.Lorry, finished his interview about 1.30pm. Then he drove to somewhere, probably still Klang, and we had a nice oriental lunch there. After lunch I asked him where we were going and he was like, we are going back home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point I was already fumigating!! Then all through the drive I pulled a long face. I know some of you already think I am bitch in disguise. If you wore my shoes you would understand. It is not everyday I get to go out in the day like this given my grandmother not well situation. I finally arranged for my grandmother to be taken care of for that day and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HE IS TALKING ABOUT GOING BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So then my boyfriend........aaarrrgggghhhh!!!.......Mr.lorry, he did not argue or loose his temper or ignore me. Instead he took a detour to Putrajaya! I was sooooo happy. Then we went jalan-jalan there in Putrajaya admiring the beautiful architecture. Sat there for awhile, not speaking to each other, just enjoying each others company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me what he did was very sweet. All I did was pull a long face. I felt so loved. When I got into the car for our ride back home, I thanked him. He said that I did not need to thank him and he only did this to see a smile on my face. So sweet lar kan. Yalah Yalah!! I know, even for me it is going to sound cheesie and corny in a few day but for now I am still floating in the air :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So then I was all smiley faced for the drive back to Seremban. :D:D:D He really changed a lot. He is more patient with me now. He understands me even more. Hope he stays this way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but then again..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Changes are the only thing that is constant in our lives. Some changes bring good and the rest brings harm. Good or bad we always find ways to keep surviving. Life...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5355520573724215276?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5355520573724215276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5355520573724215276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5355520573724215276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5355520573724215276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-loved.html' title='Feeling Loved....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6741090522911025600</id><published>2010-02-27T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:23:46.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply'/><title type='text'>Making the beautiful, beautiful</title><content type='html'>Nothing better to do. While I was randomly going through pictures I saw this one particular picture of the none other than Aishwarya Rai!! To me, the photo had a lot of potential. So I thought , lets photoshop this picture so I did it. Check it out...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaXBmOqm28I/SwZQBeIWhTI/AAAAAAAAADw/69AKL6BtX8k/s400/aishwarya_rai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaahhh...The beauty...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photoshopped picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4kqg8EnAjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yK4pw74ldVA/s400/aishwarya_raiedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh...The beauty...PHOTOSHOPPED :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you guys think?? Think my photoshop skills is improving??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6741090522911025600?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6741090522911025600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6741090522911025600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6741090522911025600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6741090522911025600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-beautiful-beautiful.html' title='Making the beautiful, beautiful'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_zaXBmOqm28I/SwZQBeIWhTI/AAAAAAAAADw/69AKL6BtX8k/s72-c/aishwarya_rai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5325595753618190855</id><published>2010-02-23T03:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:33:13.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing better to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thinking, since I am not very pretty (I am not in anyway degrading myself but we should know where we standlar hor!!) and I don't have a proper camera, and proper lighting, it shouldn't stop me from camwhoring right?? I mean everyone is doing it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in the midst of this very hot night and dawn I decided to camwhore with my new "True Sapphire" contact lenses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Be warned. This post may cause night terrors and may spook you to DEATH!!  Viewer discretion and parental guidance is advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4Li32wlGVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ViA93kWXWsU/s400/Picture+0124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the hell is my Acer WebCam??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LjPd9koZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vLZBna5dQvE/s400/Picture+0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HaH!! HaH!! There you are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, lets create a neutral look. No emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4Lk3F9KdpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yYoXPW5kTn0/s400/Picture+0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh Gawd!! Even I am scared of this look!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okayla....lets go for something a little playful and posey lar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4Llgksrz4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mwjwLFdj1rU/s400/Picture+0122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh eh!! Comelnyer.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nak lagi ke??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LmCZvxYwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oNt4ciQ-1Mg/s1600-h/Picture+0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LmCZvxYwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oNt4ciQ-1Mg/s400/Picture+0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164228762362626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rambutku yang ikal mayang (Thank you Rebonding! :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nak lagi??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LmphcDuiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KRUGKdz5ZAI/s1600-h/Picture+0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LmphcDuiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KRUGKdz5ZAI/s400/Picture+0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164900842060322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cukuplar.........Iiiissshh...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats all folks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LnDKucWNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nRscWlBFKVE/s1600-h/Picture+0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4LnDKucWNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nRscWlBFKVE/s400/Picture+0131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441165341421754578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wink....wink....Boleh dapat phone number ke macha?? Hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hahaha!! Sorry you guys had to endure that!! Really nothing better to do kan?? Not sleepy lar!! Damn that Nescafe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On the side note, this was done just to pass time and have fun!! I know I had fun, laughing alone like a lunatic at 4.00am!! Like I told before, I know where I stand so you don't have to rub into my face okay!! Be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Naturally, any comments saying I am ugly or anything yang sama waktu dengannya will be deleted!! So I suggest your don't waste you time! You and I are the only ones who is going to read it. Comments saying I am pretty and cute will be instantly and immediately be approved. No questions asked. Why?? Because this is my blog and there is nothing you can do about it!! Ngek Ngek Ngek!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;p/s: My sixth sense is telling me that there will be no comments for this post!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;p/p/s: Photos have not been photoshopped. Still fresh and has not been tampered. Yes, this is how I look. You can stop laughing now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5325595753618190855?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5325595753618190855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5325595753618190855' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5325595753618190855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5325595753618190855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Nothing better to do.'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_cLfEQflIjyU/S4Li32wlGVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ViA93kWXWsU/s72-c/Picture+0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2793020720593367105</id><published>2010-02-19T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:01:45.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Carrefour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seremban has a Carrefour!! Seremban has a Carrefour!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha....Yes, Seremban has a brand new Carrefour now. Like we don't have enough hang out places in Seremban.........*rolls eyes*. Seremban (overall la, combined with Seremban 2, and Seremban 3) is not a very big place lar....but the amount of shopping malls we have....let me list down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1. Terminal 1 (got giant and Parkson inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2. Terminal 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;3.  Jusco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4. Tesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;5. Seremban Parade (also got Parkson and giant inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;6. KM plaza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;7. Wisma Punca Emas&lt;br /&gt;8. Centre Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;9. Carrefour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie theaters we have....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1. GSC Terminal 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2. MBO Terminal 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;3. TGV Jusco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4. Lotus Perdana KM Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you all think that this is a lot of things packed into very little space?? And yet....we don't have bad traffic jams.....we have so many new roads and fly overs now. New roads means it adds to the already 10 routes to get from point A to B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaawwwww, my Seremban has grown up and it is still growing. So many changes over the pass few years. *Feeling nostalgic*. It is time we get some recognition you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to my story. I went to Carrefour. Nice place, huge parking which is good actually. Nothing to hoo-haa about la except for its new so its nice. Saw a fake Old Town White Coffee shop there. Everything from the ambiance to the logo looks the same but it is actually Foodtiam!! Managed to walk around Carrefour in like 1 and half hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before going home, I stop by at this sweet corn shop and they actually sell sweet corn with ice-cream now. Naturally, thats what I tried la. I choose chocolate flavored ice cream. It was mad fab!! I lovveeedd it. I never came across sweet corn + ice cream anywhere else.Am I a retard for not knowing this already existed or does it only exist now?? The ice cream just melts and mixes with the butter...it was delicious. Can't wait to try it with other ice-cream flavors. Strawberry perhaps....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yummy!! Yummy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2793020720593367105?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2793020720593367105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2793020720593367105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2793020720593367105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2793020720593367105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/carrefour.html' title='Carrefour'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-962358872939648606</id><published>2010-02-15T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:36:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Valentines Day. Its a day where you really REALLY love it or just downright hate it. Well, I loved it!! It was nothing fancy. We exchanged presents and went for a movie and the movie was GOA!! Damn funny movie. How can you not enjoy a Venkat Prabhu direction?? Pretty much a very happy day, although the theater was packed and the idiot sitting behind me was shouting and keep on discussing whether the scenery in the movie was shot in Goa or Langkawi. *Bangs head on the wall*. Trying to prove he is from the jungle I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made him a card. Took a whole week to finish it...Sowry ar....seriously no time to catch the picture...Even the message in the card was only written like 1 hour before meeting him. Yes, I should be crowned the "Queen of procrastination". Present I gave him was a Playboy(brand) gift set consisting of deodorant and perfume. Boy, he smelled delicious with that perfume. Just made me wanna go up to him and.....urmm.....ehmmm.....ehmmm....censored.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoppersstop.com/catalogimageservlet?productId=2428022&amp;amp;languageId=EN&amp;amp;imageType=large"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.shoppersstop.com/catalogimageservlet?productId=2428022&amp;amp;languageId=EN&amp;amp;imageType=large" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Playboy gift set...Cute kan??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as for the pressing "What did he get for you for Valentines day??" question, he got me Moon and Star!! Hehe...as corny, and as cheesie as it sounds, here is, introducing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S3rTm_xiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VvZnQH5Uqho/s400/Picture+0105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moooooonnnn!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And introducing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/S3rUaOujSVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7A0yqmSkogQ/s400/Picture+0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staaaaaarrrrr!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so happy to get them. They are so cute and cuddly. When I asked him why he bought two he said "Well, if I buy one then the other one will be lonely". Awwwww!! How sweeter can he get?? I know in days to come that is going to sound dumb and you know "not-so-sweet-anymore", but, well, what can you say?? Love is not only blind, its dumb and deaf too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentines day y`all!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6751175346768679640-962358872939648606?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/962358872939648606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=962358872939648606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/962358872939648606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/962358872939648606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_cLfEQflIjyU/S3rTm_xiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VvZnQH5Uqho/s72-c/Picture+0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2853879369358928017</id><published>2010-02-11T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:58:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nola, I am not going to blog about Gerald Butler. Although there is no denying that he is extreeemeeeely HOT!! Hoo-Haa....... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfdYL7PxPBY/SRxDcfKSdXI/AAAAAAAABYs/ATlYYjWEUNY/s400/gerard%2Bbutler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfdYL7PxPBY/SRxDcfKSdXI/AAAAAAAABYs/ATlYYjWEUNY/s400/gerard%2Bbutler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you really resist him?? *heart just melting*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok Ok! Focus. What I am going to blog about today is the weather!! It has been sooo freaking hot here in Seremban. I think it is pretty much the same everywhere rite? Everybody is pretty much falling sick. So, me being the kind and opinionated and caring and gorgeous and pretty and(Ok Ok, I am stopping now) gal, here are some do's and dont's to keep you save in this sauna of a weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lets see the DO's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1. As much as possible avoid going out in the sun. Alternatively, you can turn yourself into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/bang-boom-bang-bang-boom-boom-bang.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2. Wear bright clothes but not too bright. We don't want to celebrate Thaipusam again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;3. Drink a lot of water but be careful not to drown yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4. Eat fruits that are cooling like mata kucing, avoid fruits like Durian. Please note that eating fruits that are cooling is way different from eating fruits that are cooled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;5. Buy a table or stand fan to compliment your ceiling fan, or get a air-con, or build a swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now for the DONT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1. Don't eat ice cream. All types of ice cream are banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2. Don't think about getting a tan.You will more likely get 3rd degree burns and skin cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3. Don't eat Mandarin oranges as it is in season now but the weather this year is utterly disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4. Don't wet yourself and go to sleep immediately. You are likely to get out of bed sweating, feeling grumpy and lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5. Don't watch porn. We have enough of heat in this world already. You don't have to exert more heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh God....I hope it rains soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eontarionow.com/images/Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raaaaiiiiinnnnnn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2853879369358928017?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2853879369358928017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2853879369358928017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2853879369358928017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2853879369358928017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot.html' title='HOT!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_TfdYL7PxPBY/SRxDcfKSdXI/AAAAAAAABYs/ATlYYjWEUNY/s72-c/gerard%2Bbutler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5956494626055254452</id><published>2010-02-07T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:28:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am really sick and tired with Indian "cultural" event. Do they even understand the meaning of culture?? Why do they have to name it cultural show when all they do is jump on stage for some flimsy cinema song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is this girl who happens to be my junior who promoted this cultural show on Facebook. Something that goes like this "bla bla bla, Cultural Dances, bla bla, Electrifying modern dances and bla bla bla". So the argument went like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Since when dancing for cinema songs is our culture??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She: Sorry akka, please read it carefully. Not all dances are cultural, thats why we also put there electrifying modern dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Awwww...not all dances are cultural....So what is the objective of this even anyway??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She: I am sure your batch also got organize this event. Why dont you ask them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: If I got an answer from them I would not be asking you would I?? Why you making this a batch issue?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She: If you dont know about this event then dont be so sibuk.  I am going to enjoying removing some friends now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and she deleted me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG!! She deleted me!! Nooooo!! It cost me soo much of loss....My life is doomed without her on my facebook!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please lah woi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all you are so effing childish. You cant even defend your own ass of a "cultural" event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The bloody event is done based on culture. It's a effing cultural event. The objective is to expose our culture to people of other natives and to raise money for charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And what can you get at this cultural event. Probably one pathetic bharatnatiyam dance, then almost all of it will be cinema songs, one drag-y and degrading drama sketch with tamil spoken like from the markets and actors and actresses like monkeys from the zoo where a joke does not even spark a laughter, one strip tease like dance, several hip-hop song. WTF?? And oh yeah charity. Yeah, you know, the "real" charity where half of the money goes into the board of committee's pocket and the rest is just donated unwillingly just to wash the eyes of other students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;C'mon la poeple. You are just embarrassing yourselves in front of other people. Even I had friends asking me "Wow, so sexy la that dance, sangat menggiurkan". So what you expect me to say then?? Oh its not our 'culture' but it is in our 'cultural' show?? I have no time to defend you people who have brains on your knees la. So I said " Eh, you dont know ar?? Strip tease is our  culture mah!! We found it!!" Come to think of it maybe I am right!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When asked their answer is simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NOBODY WILL COME IF THE SHOW IS FULLY CULTURAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See how fucking retarded this people are?? It depends on how you present it. Nobody is asking you to play the olden days Thyiagaraja Baghavatar songs if you are so concerned nobody going to enjoy it. You can always find talents...real talents....like veena or sitar playing students combine them with tabla or mirdungam playing students. Infuse it with a decent DECENT cinema song, you think people wont like it?? Put in more dances that are cultural like kuchipudi, katakali and khatak. Sketch plays that depicts parts of Ramayana or Mahabharata. Read up, do research get your facts right. This way we all learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You think people going to enjoy your totally unprofessional dancing where even the monkeys can do it if you train them enough over high grade, classy and true cultural music play?? Don't just you know, have gangs, then decide everything in the gang all within yourselves. You are actually inhibiting our beautiful and rich heritage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you still insist on doing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;strip tease with your clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then please do not name it a cultural event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Side note: Did you all know that violin is actually an Indian classical instrument??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-5956494626055254452?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5956494626055254452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5956494626055254452' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5956494626055254452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5956494626055254452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/culture-less.html' title='Culture-less'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8893864737728230993</id><published>2010-02-04T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:42:16.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My blog has been hibernating for a while now, but nevertheless it has waken up!! Just warming up and flexing some muscles.....expect kick-ass articles.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;COMING SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To my diligent readers...sorry hor....Having old people is like having time bomb. Dunno what will happen when. I am back though. Hopefully frequent updates soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mystockvoice.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/kodiak-bear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 243px;" src="http://mystockvoice.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/kodiak-bear1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mystockvoice.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/kodiak-bear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Okay..Okay....I am awake from hibernation now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Cheers guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-8893864737728230993?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8893864737728230993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8893864737728230993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8893864737728230993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8893864737728230993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-8899383323990519792</id><published>2009-11-20T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:02:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*This is a targeted post. Dont worry about the language, this is what happens when I loose my temper. P/S: Sowry for my messy blog. I promise I will get it up and running soon. I am kind off experimenting with blog templates so everything is haywire* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who the hell am I?? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Deevanni Ravindran, the short tempered bubbly Indian girl with whole lots of sarcasm. Whatever I say here is nothing other than the sheer truth only a lot more honest and genuine. I am NOT being hypocritical. Yes, I do condemn on somethings that I deem worth to be condemned but I have also admitted doing certain things that I myself condemn. I am not perfect. I am only human. I am bound to criticize something that is bugging me but I am bound to do the same mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you anonymous commentators. You don't even have the bloody guts to admit yourself and you are f-ing criticizing me? I am a disgrace to Indians?? You don't even dare to admit that you are an Indian!! Fine, if thats the way you want it. If I am such a disgrace then why the fuck are you coming to my blog lar....This blog is not created for publicity. I wouldn't fucking care if anyone visits my blog. This blog is created for people who are smart enough to appreciate good write ups and honest truths. If you fucking don't get it just get lost lar....Why are stalking my blog?? You know I am not going to approve your comments asshole!! So if you are still commenting then I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you!! You see now asshole, this is my blog, and I am posting about how shitty and fucked up you are and there is nothing you can do about it. You want to hack ar?? Hacklar!! You try and see lar you sucker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About my English. English is a language. Nobody is perfect in it. Even people who are English tend to make mistakes while dealing with English. If you ever went to school and you ever heard about MUET, I happen to get higher Band 5 (3 marks to Band 6)....so if you have something to prove that your fucking English is better than mine, go ahead otherwise you can jerk-off my blog you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IDIOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6751175346768679640-8899383323990519792?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8899383323990519792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=8899383323990519792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8899383323990519792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/8899383323990519792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I??'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5885962437626221338</id><published>2009-11-10T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:01:28.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure nonsense'/><title type='text'>I have been sooo bored....</title><content type='html'>I have been sooo bored that I have thought of some random things to kill time...Maybe it can be helpful to you too :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Start writing my love life and keep it like a diary (pathethic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Make a card complete with stardust and all.(like kindergarten)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Devise a plan on how to take over the world ( took me like 4-5hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Think if I could make a virus that can explode computers then I can make a business deal with computer selling companies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wondered if somebody digged a hole to through the earth from my house, which part of the world will they end up....hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, I am just losing my sanity!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5885962437626221338?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5885962437626221338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5885962437626221338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5885962437626221338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5885962437626221338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-been-sooo-bored.html' title='I have been sooo bored....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-1218506778475348182</id><published>2009-11-09T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:15:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happened...</title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of war with him, him and I decided to go watch a movie....I drove&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here is what happened on the way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Why did you overtake that Kancil for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: He was going from side to side and he was slow so I overtook him la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Do you know how dangerous you are driving. Did you see that the road is divided into two and merges into one ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes. I know. I am familiar with this road. Why are you so worked up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Did you see the guy looking at you and then talking?? He is probably cursing you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: WTH???!!?? Who cares about that fucker?? He is the one who did not drive properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: When you get into an accident then you will know!! When you have to wait for hours in he Balai for reprt lar, thisla, thatla, dont come running to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Just so you know, I have been driving for 5 years without an accident.....and yeah I wont come running to you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: If ever you get into an accident when I am in the car you see la what I will do!! I will drive and hit your car until your car is fully damaged. I dun even care if my legs break I will do this!! You cant listen to what I say right...you see lar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Tears started to roll down*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall that I have done, this is what I deserve....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just never learn from mistakes!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(@ -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/6751175346768679640-1218506778475348182?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1218506778475348182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1218506778475348182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1218506778475348182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1218506778475348182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-happened.html' title='This is what happened...'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-1392488686877762607</id><published>2009-11-03T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:07:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Boom Bang Bang Boom Boom BANG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Keep reading. The serious part is below.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See I told you I will be back with a bang. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been raining and raining and raining in Seremban. Despite the gloomy weather, I have been feeling rather energetic and alert. Yes I love the cloudy and rainy weather. Its just that, even on a sunny and bright day you have nothing to do in Seremban, so do I even have to paint the picture about rainy days!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel that I might be the vampire. I found out that I am trying to avoid the sun at all cost. Here are the things that I do to avoid the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Wash and dry clothes at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bring in the dry clothes late in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go market damn early like 5am and try to reach home by 6.30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Never opened the curtains in my room since God knows when!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Try to schedule any meeting or activity with friends on late evening or night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good God!! I am turning into a vampire!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough of nonsense, lets get into the serious part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to my uncle's house. Then my uncle was interrogating me about Form 6 and University life and all. and so me being me I was telling him and his son all I know and all my experiences about Form 6 and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on my drive back home I realize that when I was studying I did not have anybody guiding me. All my friends went separate ways and I was just going with the flow you know...I never really found out about universities, the lifestyle in universities, what to study. For me, it was just like, finish Form 5 got Form 6 so go do Form 6. After Form 6 got Uni went uni. Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I may brag about myself I can tell you that I went to Uni empty!! &lt;b&gt;I was a zero!! &lt;/b&gt;I did not have any friends, I have never been to Kota Kinabalu before, I never stayed in an hostel before , I never knew anything about university life because there was no one to tell me. The only thing in my mind was that I am here to study and that is what I am going to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in uni when all of my friends were busy changing their course structure, bringing forward and backward their credit hours, I din know anything. I strictly followed the prospectus that was given to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO NOT BE LIKE ME!! DONT!! JANGAN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing turned out okay for me because in my mind I din care what other people did, I just continued my way thinking study is the reason I am here. Of course others had it easy and I had it hard....Is like others knew the shortcut and I had to take the long cut, but things turn out to be okay for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my advice. Know what you are doing. If you dun have an intention to get into a local uni then don't waste 2 years of your life doing form 6. Move on. You should be able to judge what you can and cannot do at that age. You are not a little kid. Don't follow your friends. Find out each abour every course, every entry requirement, find out about universities. Seek alternatives. Gather all knowledge possible before making a choice. Consider each and every pro's and con's. Ask people about their experiences and the "way of living" in universities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a warning. I know most of us Indian people will tell you to suck up to you seniors....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DONT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If the senior is &lt;b&gt;willing&lt;/b&gt; to help you &lt;b&gt;genuinely&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(which I find it rare in Indian community),&lt;/span&gt; then yeah, communicate with them else save yourself the pain and move on. By sucking up to your seniors you will only do the same mistakes that they did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have principles for yourself. Dont just follow the crowd or the trend. This way yeah you will be popular and you will have lots of wild fun but you will defy the purpose for why you are there which is to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enoughla....I am nagging like some kinda grandma only. Hopefully somebody somewhere will find this useful. Any questions post it in the comments section. With God's will hopefully I can provide you with some good answers.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL THE SPM AND STPM STUDENTS FOR THEIR UPCOMING EXAMS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-1392488686877762607?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1392488686877762607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=1392488686877762607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1392488686877762607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/1392488686877762607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/bang-boom-bang-bang-boom-boom-bang.html' title='Bang Boom Bang Bang Boom Boom BANG!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-6001451573389114764</id><published>2009-10-22T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:24:00.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Naik Lori!!</title><content type='html'>Sowry sowry sowry for not updating sooner. My grandma's condition deteriorated, and I went back to Sabah to konvo then when I came back I found out that she was admitted and all the shenanigans lar...Thank God she is recovering now. Times like this I owe it all to GOD....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no particular reason for this blog entry actually. Just thought of updating....hmmm...I have a few pending blog entries that has yet to be published....so dun run away first lar....stick arn aite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;HAPPY BELATED DEEPAVALI PEEPZZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vanee will be back with a bang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6001451573389114764?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6001451573389114764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6001451573389114764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6001451573389114764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6001451573389114764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-naik-lori.html' title='Sorry Naik Lori!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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-6751175346768679640.post-6433441732236259334</id><published>2009-10-02T02:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:08:33.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Other" things I want to do before I turn 30</title><content type='html'>Now, thats a weird title. Why "other" things?? Because these are the few wild things that I want to do...Of course the normal things like house, car, education is all on my to-do list, but I don't want to bore you guys with that. These are the things that I want to do for myself, me, myself and I. So let me a bit selfish here and here is the list of "other" things I want to do before I turn 30....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mani Pedi (manicure pedicure) complete with nail extensions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hair extensions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Therapeutic Spa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Book a presidential suite in an expensive hotel complete with my own jacuzzi for at least 2days 1 night and stay there alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fire an AK-47,M4A1 Maverick Carbine, .357 Magnum Caliber Pistol and  an IMI Galil in a purely strictly controlled environment without injuring anybody or any ulterior motives. (Ade jugak aku kena ISA kang!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Learn how to fly a helicopter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Develop a virtual reality application&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm....I guess thats about it lar....just from the top of my head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its a risky thing to post this to-do list because guys would probably run away from me now because my to do things are expensive :P but who cares!! I also know that some of it are not hard to achieve but I am not from a rich family so.....yeah....my other to do list....haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekends guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-6433441732236259334?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6433441732236259334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=6433441732236259334' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6433441732236259334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/6433441732236259334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-things-i-want-to-do-before-i-turn.html' title='&quot;Other&quot; things I want to do before I turn 30'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-7721698946359742789</id><published>2009-09-29T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:01:32.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too porn-y??</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have changed my blog template. Actually I really loved the previous template until somebody told me it looks like a porn site so it cant be accessed in office( curi-curi bacalar...).Some people!! So to avoid further complications I have changed it to white....Now it can look like you are reading something important on the internet. ;)  Just let me work on the banner...Give me some time lar...My grandma is still recovering, so I am still quite busy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers guys. Like my new template or not??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Bro, ippo ok va bro??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7721698946359742789?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7721698946359742789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7721698946359742789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7721698946359742789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7721698946359742789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-porn-y.html' title='Too porn-y??'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-998932761562604150</id><published>2009-09-26T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:32:44.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Just Wondering...</title><content type='html'>First and foremost I am very very very sorry for not keeping up my promise to update my blog often. Life is very unpredictable. My grandma has been diagnosed with osteoarthritis. She is immobile for now because she fell down. So I have been really busy attending to her needs. In a way I feel that this is a chance GOD has given me to repay her kindness(she practically raised me after my mom's death) and I am not going to waste this chance. I have been feeling very emotionally weak seeing her immobile. I am just hoping and praying she gets well soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I go again!! Sorry for the ramblings. Neway, I just want to run something by you guys.I just finished cooking and was watching RED (Tamil movie acted by Ajith) just to relax awhile when something caught my attention. There is a scene in that movie where a random dude will loose his money on an auto rickshaw, then he will complain to this dude name Red(The hero). I seriously dont know why he is complaining to Red lar...I did not watch the whole movie. Then Red will interrogate the guy asking for signs of the auto rickshaw that the dude who lost the money was in. Then this dude, who lost the money will say that he saw Red's photo in the auto rickshaw. Then Red will summon all the auto rickshaws to come to a certain landmark at a certain time and everybody will come there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am wondering is, when the story writer wrote this story what would have been going on in his mind?? I mean doesn't he feel ridiculous when he was writing the story?? I mean like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Story Writer: Wow, I really portrait the hero as a really cool super HERO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Story Writer's conscious: Dei, you gotta be kidding me lar!! This is a bit dumblar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Where got such thing one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Story Writer: Shut up lar you stupid conscious!! If I write a proper logical story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;then people wont watch it....then I wont get paid. If I dont get paid I                                                    will die and so will YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Story Writer's conscious: Okla okla, I dont want to die. As long as money masuk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be the scenario or is writing stories like this something 'normal' for them?? Tamil Films has definitely redefined normal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooppsss...time for lunch...gotta go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-998932761562604150?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/998932761562604150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=998932761562604150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/998932761562604150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/998932761562604150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering...'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-2007365420991157965</id><published>2009-09-17T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:56:05.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery!!</title><content type='html'>I love to bloghop....I like can spend 5-6 hours a day stalking people's blog....Yes, I am retarted this way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what I have discovered is that, a few topics that attracts readers more and mind you I am talking about an Indian's blog and Indian readers is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Racism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Indian girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Indian guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Our religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Love and Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody seem to have their own opinion. Nothing wrong in expressing your opinion. What I am bothered is the way that the opinion is presented. Why must present something so provokingly?  You don't like you dont visit that blog lar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody is entitled to their own opinions right? You cant say someone's opinion is wrong!! It is an opinion. There is no right or wrong to it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why wanna get so worked up with somebodies opinion?? You dun think its a right opinion, you open up your own blog and write your own opinion lar....who is stopping you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-2007365420991157965?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2007365420991157965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=2007365420991157965' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2007365420991157965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/2007365420991157965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/discovery.html' title='Discovery!!'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5935282170137797076</id><published>2009-09-09T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:37:56.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indians'/><title type='text'>Indian Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*If you dont have an open mind, Don't read it!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First of all sorry everybody for the loooonnnnngggg break. I was actually hooked up with FaceBook. Damn its lamely addicting. Neway, now I am back and I promise to keep it coming...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Todays topic is Indian and Drama. If you guessed that I was going to talk about tamil serials....eeennnnkkkk!! Wrong!! I am going to talk about INDIANS and the DRAMAS that they do when they are in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, who here likes to be in a place that is infested Indian people?? When I was back in Kota Kinabalu I did not feel it, but back here in Seremban!! Lets just say Seremban needs more race variations. I am not being a racist or anything, but when will these people realise?? When will you people step into this era??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you some reasons why I feel so uncomfortable in a place infested with Indians...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand what is with these Indians who stand in a group. The moment you walk in they start to have a STARING COMPETITION with you!! You know whats the criteria to enroll yourself in this competition?? The only criteria is that you have to be an Indian!! Good lord....I am not gloating that guys look at me or what, the girls are just the same!! They can stare at a person but if we stare at them then its a problem!! B-O-D-O-H!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Reason 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attention seeking. When Indians are in one place they will always do something either weird, stupid, or down right dumb to attarct people's attenton. Do you know how embarassing it is to be at that place at that time knowing that the one who is attention seeking is your own species??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Reason 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romance in public. Okay Okay....we get it, you have a boyfriend....so what?? You people are not the only ones who have boyfriends you know!! We don't get jelous of seeing your boyfriend touch your boobs or kiss you mouth in public, WE GET DISGUSTED!! Please get in grips with this fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could give you more reasons that can come up to 10 pages. But do get the point?? Don't lar make other people feel uncomfortable when they are around you guys. Seriously, who are you trying to impress?? Why all this drama??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neway to end this post, here is a scene that happen in the theathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the cinema(MBO Seremban) to watch  The Final Destination. MBO here in Seremban is quite small. Neway beside us (my friendss and I) was a malay couple and infront of us was an Indian couple. These malay couple beside was happily making out ( hugging and kissing)(*eewww Puke Puke*), ecspecially when the gory and shocking scenes. Each and every gory and shocking scenes. These Indian couple were not as bad though. Though the girl did hide her face on her boyfriends shoulder. Okla....not that badla kan....We can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Then when one scene which was really gory came up, the malay girl hugged her boyfriend and the boyfriend hugged her back and kissed her, at the same time, the Indian girl hugged her boyfriend and I could clearly hear the guy say "EH!! Enna ippo?? Nadikathe!! Aare vangithu poge poore nie!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burst out laughing when I heard that!! My friend was chuckling away. He asked me to watch the movie and stop laughing!! I just couldnt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I did not watch the movie seriously. How can I watch the movie when there is sooo much live telecast around me?? Hahaha....another typical Indian mentality!! Never mind our own business!! Damn I gotta change that mentality....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5935282170137797076?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5935282170137797076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5935282170137797076' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5935282170137797076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5935282170137797076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/indian-drama.html' title='Indian Drama'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-7222932514568594897</id><published>2009-08-25T04:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:05:23.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am heartbroken....</title><content type='html'>I am heartbroken....why? Look at this!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLfEQflIjyU/SpLxlBHWMPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l4jFm3AO8VU/s400/butler-aniston-g.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373622923663126770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you Gerard!!! :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who are lost go &lt;a href="http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/confessions.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to go and drown my sorrows with chocolates now. Huhuhuhu!!! I still cant digest it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-7222932514568594897?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7222932514568594897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=7222932514568594897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7222932514568594897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/7222932514568594897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-heartbroken.html' title='I am heartbroken....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</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/_cLfEQflIjyU/SpLxlBHWMPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l4jFm3AO8VU/s72-c/butler-aniston-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751175346768679640.post-5619159248984520068</id><published>2009-08-21T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:18:35.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired....</title><content type='html'>Sowry, very very sowry for the loooooonnnngggg break. Just needed some time off the re-asses everything.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now that I am back I wanna talk about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Pausch"&gt;"The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch.&lt;/a&gt; I got to admit that I was really moved and taken aback by his 1 hour and 15 minutes of lecture which you can watch in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. This is the 1 hour and 15 minutes that pretty much inspired me and taught me a lot of things as well as changing my perspective in a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to admit (again) that I am a reading kind off person. I like to read rather than watch the movie. I usually read first before watching if the movie if it is available only for the reason that I want to see how the director develops the characters. This "The Last Lecture" I read the book borrowed to me by my lecturer. It is really inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Be warned that what I am writing after this might contain spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author who is dead now, is a professor. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that has been metasised. So he was told to give the last lecture. Instead of talking about his death and spiritual thingys that usually I-am-gonna-die people talk, he gave a lecture titled achieving your childhood dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of important lessons can be learned form this lecture. This lecture is actually recorded because Professor Randy wanted his kids to know what he was like and remember him. I would really suggest you guys to watch it if not reading it. Most Indians don't watch these kinda stuff....I know.....they rather watch Tamil Serial.....but really guys....give a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One important lesson that I have gotten from his lecture is that no matter where we go we will face a brick wall(a challenge). The brick wall is there to let you prove how badly you want something. Everyone who don't really want it will get blocked by the brick wall....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;this is my favourite part&lt;/span&gt;....I quote Prof Randy "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;In other words, the brick wall is there for others&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how excellent this point is.....you should always think that the brick wall are for others that are not trying hard enough and you YOU can do it. You can get past the brick wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen many brick walls in my live.....my mother's death, my first break-up, my uni years, even now...but after seeing this lecture....I am not giving up....the brick wall is for others not me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proffessor Randy Pausch lives on in the heart of many people he have touched.....I am one of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest In Peace Prof....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stop complaining and start living!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I will update more frequently from now on =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6751175346768679640-5619159248984520068?l=vaniezcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5619159248984520068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6751175346768679640&amp;postID=5619159248984520068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5619159248984520068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751175346768679640/posts/default/5619159248984520068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniezcorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspired.html' title='Inspired....'/><author><name>-VANIE-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210983087486909676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
