Cycle of life
Mahalekshmi Selvanathan
23.3.2004

A poem devoted to all children dying of Aids ( i think i wrote this during lectures on immuno) hahaha

A merry face he once owned,
A deep consequential eye he always shown,
Little did he know he’s destiny is gone,
Counting his days to die alone.

His toddler’s legs, his pliable baby arms,
His affectionate face will bring no harm,
To take him and feel him in my palm,
My tears flow, nothings to be done

He doesn’t merit dying this way,
No one will remember the day he sways
Never will he see the happy days,
Leaving me thunderstruck, nothing to say

I really don’t comprehend, the cycle of life,
It wasn’t his blunder,but he pays the fine,
He smiles not knowing, he’s dying inside,
I’ll weep this soreness for the rest of my life

An innocent soul, God’s to grab,
Now he’ll snooze, his eternal nap,
Don’t die on me, not on my lap,
I prefer not to see, while your soul takes rest.

This is perhaps my last entry for the month. I have pending 10 classes for peadriatrics thanks to my knee and I had to come home early last vacation. And yup, I have failed 9 classes out of that for god knows what reason. Wait, I know the reason. But moving on, yes, so I wont be around either on yahoo or friendster or msn. Anything important message me, and again I repeat if its really important message me. I really need to pass my classes to sit for my exam on 29th and failure to do so would cost me a lot, like me having to repeat my semester. So yes, don’t bug me until unless its really important and to certain someone whos reading this blog, its not that im angry, I know what I am doing and im sticking to it. Once done it’s a mistake, repeating it over and over again means you’re a mistake. Till then adious

this is picked from ali bhais testimonial to premila. really funny! ali bhai if ur reading this , i just want you to know that i screamed laughing at 2.35 am! its hilarious man! hilarious!

WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A North Indian GIRL as WIFE

1. At the time of marriage, a north Indian girl has more boyfriends thanher age.

2. Before marriage, she looks almost like a bollywood heroine and aftermarriage you have to go around her twice to completely hug her.

3. By the time she professes her undevoted love to you, you are bankruptbecause of the n umber of times you had to take her out to movie theatres and restaurants. And you wait longingly for her dowry.

4. The only dishes she can think of to cook is paneer but ter masala, aloo sabji, aloo gobi sabji, aloo matar, aloo paneer, that after eatingall those paneer and aloos you are either in the bed with chroniccholestrol or chronic gas disorder.

5. The only growth that you see later in your career is the rise in your monthly phone bill.

6. You are blinded by her love that you think that she is a blonde. Onlylater do you come to know that it is because of the mehandhi that sheapplies to cover her

7. When you come home from office she is very busy watching "Kyonki saas bhi kabi bahu thi" that you either end up eating outside or cooking yourself.

8. You are a very "ESpecial" person to her.

9. She always thought that Madras is a state and covers the whole ofsouth india until she met you.

10. When she says she is going to "work out" she means she is going to "! walk out"

11. She has greater number of relatives than the number of people youhave in your home town.

12. The only two sentences in English that she knows are "Thank you" and"How are you"

13. She thinks Govinda can dance better than Michael Jackson.


WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A South Indian GIRL as WIFE

1.Her mother looks down at you because you didn't study in IIT or Madras/ Anna University .

2. Her father starts or ends every conversation with " ... I say..."

3. She shudders if you use four letter words.

4. She has long hair, neatly oiled and braided (The Dubai based Oil WellCompany will negotiate with her on a 25 year contract to extractcoconutoil from her hair.)

5. She uses the word 'Super' as her only superlative.

6. Her name is another name for a Goddess or a flower.7. Her first name is longer than your first name, middle name andsurname combined (unless you are from Andhra)

8. When she mixes milk/curd and rice you are never sure whether it isfor the Dog or for herself.

9. For weddings, she sports a mini jasmine garden on her head and wearssilk saris in the Madras heat without looking too uncomfortable while you are melting in your singlet.


still laughing so loud! good nite hahahaha cant stop phew...breathe!

My eyes hurts so badly from the night before. Lotsa dirt. You know dust, they tend to get into the eyes. Bad bad dust.

I kept staring at this particular black string on my wrist. Its just a string, tied in one certain temple. But that string, said millions. Said so many things, a reminder of my life. just a string, but it held so many memories just for that day.

Tomorrow is Vinayagar Chathurthi. I remember a very funny story about Lord Ganesha. Something about the moon. Its said to be one day Ganesha was eating non-stop all this sweets offered to him and he was riding his poor mouse on the way back, and he stumbled on a stone. He fell, his stomach burst open. And he collected all the food, tucked it back into his tummy and caught a snake and tied it around his tummy to hold them tight. And the moon, that was watching everything, burst out laughing. Lol. And yeah, so ganesha cursed the moon, that every Vinagagar Chathurti, you shoudnt look at the moon. Hahaha lame I know, but I think I’ll be a good mummy. I got lotsa story to tell my kids, from the magic spoon, to this and to how I met your daddy lol

Today I decided to tell the truth. but the truth was used against me. Maybe that’s why I lie about certain something. But I have made a very strong shield around me. And sometimes, when I get out of the shield, I get really vulnerable. And today was one of the days. I marked tomolo as a new beginning and I really had to tell the truth. and I called and he refused to pick up. Clubbing so as it seems. And that seemed more important. Well, I did pray for a sign. Maybe this is the sign.

My altar is all set up. Today is the beginning. I am a vegetarian. I am going ahead with my life the way it is. I have so much love to offer. My childrens will have it. And I will tell my son why he carries his name. I will tell him all about my life. So that he knows. He needs to know. My husband will know everything before he breathes his last breath. Everything about me.


I have seen things that no one has in their life. Things I have been trying to put behind me. But it still keeps coming back. Haunting me. Things I cant explain. But I have pulled thru this far, so I know I’ll survive a little longer. I always told my friends I wanna live just till forty. And they ask why. Its simple, by 40, I must have shown my husband so much love to last him another 7 generation and by 40 my childrens knows their mother. And by 40 I would have given everyone the best, my parents the gift of being a doctor, my husband the gift of being his husband and my childrens the gift of being their mother. My sisters, for just being there for them, my friends for being their friends for life and my dog for loving her unconditionally. So I have done my part, I have seen enough happiness by then. And 40 is a perfect time to die. Too long is no good. Somehow I do wish this comes true. You know, you never know kids these days. I don’t need to end up in an old folks home. You get me? But off the record I know I am gonna live wayyyy to long!

Was talking to a group of friends today. And I kept talking. Non-stop. And one friend stopped me and asked me if I had something on my head. I was like err nope. And he said, you talk a lot when your messed. Its so easy for my friends to catch it, to understand me. Maybe cause they are around me all the time. We were all talking about out lives in Malaysia. Everybody seemed to have had real good fun. Holidaying. Everyone seemed fresh to endure another long year here. But me, all I said was my holiday? I fell in love..and everyone gave me that wtf look, some surprised and I continued I said..i fell in love with Langkawi. Everyone burst out laughing. Only two people understood me there, two people who knows everything.

I am known as someone who is always bouncing and smilling and when I laugh everyone laughs together, either laughing at me or laughing with me. Either way, they laugh. And im doing everyone wrong by sitting very quiet these days. Kaka and prasant are no more in my hostel, so I am left with just utra. I can go out and make good friends cause I know I am worth it and I make a wonderful friend. But I am too hurt to do so. And friends, somehow are no more important in my life. I don’t have the energy to help anyone rite now. But I keep seeing who my true friends are. I don’t know if they sympathize with me or what. But I get calls asking me if I had my dinner, if I needed notes. I don’t know. maybe they are just being themselves, people whom I have selected to be my friends. I was walking in the university yesterday with utra and I had to stop every 2 second to greet people. Hug them. Say hi. And utra told me that I had the whole country as my friend. I was like maybe, but im selecting a few. Everyone was curious on how im doing. And my dean, when I saw her asked me if I could dance anymore. I was like wtf. I just came back and you’re thinking about dancing.

Well I do dance. Once I was sitting with Mohan in the unit and we had a girls day, so he was the only thorn there, we made him the dj and yeah we swigged the night away. And then mohan spinned this Sukhbir song which was really fast and he said no one could dance to that tune, cause its really fast. And I said, nope, I can do it. And I danced. And everyone sat there wondering how I did that. don’t worry, I was amazed myself. Haha. But I have it in me. Im born with it. My grandma was a great dancer. Paka Punjabi I must say. Sometimes when I dance at home, mom used to tell me how I dance so much like grandma. Well, I dance. And I am going to complete my Salsa class before I graduate. That’s for sure.

My friends can be murderers, can be anything, but I have somehow changed them for the better. I have that in me. And people around me knows that too. So when im broken, they get so broken, and I really don’t like that. I need to be happy, at least for them. Soon will be, maybe all I need is a game of bowling, to whoop some asses. Maybe all I need is an ice cream or my bubu talking to me. I’ll be fine.

I’ll answer one question that people kept asking me today. The guy of my dreams, is dead. I don’t have an equation of THE ONE. I don’t have expectations. I just want the person I give my life to, to understand me without me explaining. Not to be possessive. Not to be over protective. Understand that I am free. And if I promised to pledge my self to you and only you on my wedding day, understand that I meant to keep it. And I wont cheat. So I should be free. Understand the fact that my friends are mostly guys, and I have reasons for it. Understand that we girls when we get together, we bitch. We bitch about everything from your socks to your dick. Everything. That’s girls. Understand that simple things in my life doesn’t revolve money but peace of my mind. Understand that I am an extremely sensitive soul, im a virgo for gods sake, and words will ruin me in a second. So hit me, but not utter acidic words. Understand that when im angry, just listen not fight back, I cool down really fast. And understand that I am not cute, in any way, I am not cute, and don’t intend to be. I just want him to be there when I get home, or I wanna wait for him to get back home and just sit and lay there and talk and talk and talk till we fall asleep on each other. Understand that I would love his family like my own and I except him to love and respect mine too. I want a guy who would understand family virtues, understand religion, not question harshly about them. I am very dominant, I want things my way all the time, but sometimes I do bend my head, I do listen, and for that one person I would give my life to, I would even take the oath of shutting up forever if he hated my voice. But all I want is simple things like understanding me. I hate alcoholics, I hate clubbers (sorry peeps) but I would even push that part off if he understood me. And once I swear to love him forever, I would never want to every hear about his girlfriends, cause they are over, gone and move on. and if he loved me, he should stop ranting about them,not talking about them more than talking about me, cause we girls tend to think that you’re comparing. Cant help it, we’re girls. We think like that. so see, I have expectations too huh., and way too many. See, leave this topic. I know I can go on and on. and I have found a guy who fitted this category. Moving on..

Im too frustrated to write anymore. Im gonna go lets see, wake utra at 2.19 am and force her to listen to me or maybe I should watch a movie, but picking up the book would be the hardest thing to do. Till then

somehow this sucks...the quality is really bad!!!!!!!!! gonna get somethings done..

this pic was taken during some bhangra nites in a club named sharara! so yeah! crazy nite!

geez, i just realized that i practically blogged only once here during the year of 2007...lol bad bad me..no wonder neel was being fussy hahahaha...
well firstly i lost my password and had to go thru a lot to get it back..and yes i rather blog here cause friendster sucks..hehehe well..yeah..im back..came home for holidays and actually leaving to russia in five days time..here's some very interesting photos i took during the hols..till then

Sitting here right at my faithful table as I gaze at the sun rising is really disheartening. I have been up since 3 am worrying about the results of my therapy paper which is out in exactly 3 hours. Call me a paranoid, but the anticipation of waiting for an exam result is what I really hate the most. How convinced you may be when you write an exam the anguish of waiting is killing
Someone told me yesterday that because of me, he wouldn’t fool around anymore. He said that I have thought him certain things that made him a diverse person in a whole. How can someone so baffled as such say that? It made me furious. And worst he said, I will definitely not be the one he’ll settle for life. What the fking hell is wrong with me? Well, I know I drove guilt right into his brain stem, but hell, that’s what every girl does? I’m such a wonderful friend, I must say. Sigh. And yes, he’ll remain confused. Somehow I think he should marry a supermodel or at least a white or wait, maybe someone as confused as he is.
Hanging around confused people is bad energy. You somehow tend to be equally perplexed. That’s when mom and dad come into the picture. To clear your mystification and to settle your problems. Somehow, my parents have been settling all my problems and worst I don’t even worry about them, I just leave the job to them. I do plan somehow to let my husband fret about my problems later on in life, and let my parents take a break. Such a good daughter I am.
Today, I cleaned my dried roses. I never throw flowers away. They are too precious, so I dry them carefully and then I hang them over the heater for the dampness to dry up and I arrange them around my room. But the dust that settles over them has been causing asthma attacks very frequently. And yet I don’t have the heart to even move them or throw them. Sometime its sucks to be rose maniac, I know
The past few weeks were agony. I was battling with myself if I was straight or not. I came to a finale that yes, im super straight, and am proud of it. As much as I want to be a lesbian, I can’t imagine having another pair of boobs on me. So yeah, I’ll just stick to some pigeon shaped hairy torso on me. Coming to think of it, too much hair is bad. Visualize you on that hairy chest and you find lice on it. Eww gross
My imagination is vivid. Sometimes it drives me nuts. I imagined how nice it would be to do an appendectomy and suturing it up with my initials. Don’t you think it would be cool? I’m kind of bored with the idea of straight stitching all the while, I think I’ll revolt. I’m going to be the first doctor to suture my initials. Yes
Mike told me yesterday about his dream house. He wanted white drapes everywhere, a sea side residence, a pool table and a nice cozy hall. When asked about his bedroom, he said it should be facing the sea, big gigantic window, sliding doors and the bed should be facing the sea. I dint think it was romantic. I told him, if tsunami were to hit, you would be laying on your bed and watching the waves come after you. He snapped into reality and gave me that look that said so clearly “damn you”.
I have been thinking about one thing for the past week. The toilets in
Russiadon’t have cover, as in seat covers. Maybe the reason is simple; every smart Russian here, climbs over the bowl to do their business, and every smart Malaysians laid their asses on that very same bowl. Think of the infections. Think of what they may have stepped on before they went to the toilet. Russians are disgusting and Malaysians are turning into them. Public toilets are much better off than the ones in my university. Whoever said that the ladies smelled worst than the gent’s toilets are so wrong. Try walking past the male toilet in KSMU. Enough said
I just came up with a poem two hours back so here it goes
Sitting here under the moon light, as I watch your curves
Wishing I could run my fingers thru your soft gentle sides,
Licking you slowly, bit by bit,
To relish every inch of you, would be a dream come true.
To hear you say, lick me, bite me, have a taste of me,
Would drive me insanely crazy and my knees go weak,
But I’ll try to control my lust for you
To take it gentle, as I plant my teeth into you
Your cream so sweet I crave for more,
The more I taste you the more I want you,
Who would have known, you could be this good,
Oh my coffee bean, chocolate cheese cake…
And yes, im so craving to have one bite of you now..ahh you perverts!
I think I’ll stop here for the day. I plan to clean my room, which was my preliminary plan since 3 am and now its 9 am. Ahh, 6 hours down the drain and I feel super good about it. Toodles

Well its four am, I haven’t started studying for my pediatrics test tomorrow and all im thinking about is to get married with adnan samy at the jiffy. Let me elucidate why. For starters he can sing, and when I say he can sing, I mean he can really sing. And hes super round and endearing, makes him cuddlier and I would not be worrying about which bolster would make me more contented. I have always wanted to marry someone receding and round but I guess I’ll settle with someone lean and a little hairy. As long as his beard doesn’t poke me when I kiss him and his hair doesn’t have an Amazon then im fine. Just visualize me picking lice of his chest! Go figure
Life has never been better. Chatting with him makes my heart skip a beat each time he calls me sayang. Early morning chats are beautiful. Starts the day well off and makes me smile thru out the day. What makes it lovelier is that the feeling is mutual. Its nice to hear him smile thru his voice. Geez im so crazy over him. Don’t catch me, just let me drown.
A poem made me smile today. It was deep. Was very sweet. And was true enough
BeautifulI’d give anything to see the sun set on the horizon…I’d do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky…Even a rainbow would make me smile…And I’d love to swim in crystal clear water…Of an untouched sea…
Sometimes I’ll see a shooting star….And try to gaze from afar…All the diamonds in the night skies…The mist on the mountains is simply breathtaking…As is walking in rainforest during rainy summer afternoons…..
To see cascading waterfalls I’d do anything for…As to stand on the highest peak in the world…And look at the sights below…I’d love to soar on wings above the clouds…Across the bluest skies…
I’d do anything to seeAll the beautiful things in the world….Like a red rose blooming in the
Sahara…Like a river twisting through a dusty land….All the beautiful things in the world….But I also know I am looking atThe world’s most beautiful creation…Every time your lips engrave a warm smile…And every time I look into your lovely eyes…..
i’ll end this here and get back to my attempt of studying. Its Saturday and it means its my time to actually sleep 18 hours a day, and yes, today is the voyage.

Ah, another entry on love and again, Remember the lines that go: And I'm aware...I'm in love but you don't care? Yep, you guessed it, my binding theme for this entry.
Honestly, I was quite hesitant to write about this because I feel quite strongly about the said lines. I didn't want to trash it or do it such vile injustice. But I also thought a lot of people would more or less relate to this topic because I guess at some point they had once "loved" a person who seemed to be utterly clueless and oblivious to the his or her affection. The one-sided phenomenon.
When you think you've fallen for someone, the only thing that seems to matter is for that person to approximately reciprocate the way you feel for him or her. You make that person like you. But sometimes that making-him-like-me process can be so excruciating! It's always a load of mind games and the over-analysis of things. Especially if you're like me who tends to shred everything into bits, every minute detail, nothing is spared. I view this so-called process as a challenge but sometimes, challenges aren't so fun anymore when the goal is too out of sight and out of reach. It's like quicksand. The more you struggle, the more you sink. It's standing on shaky ground, or in this case, no ground at all. No one's going to catch you. Maybe it's only for the stalwart-hearted and the strong-willed soul.
But in end, who enjoys pursuing someone who doesn't seem to give a damn? Who enjoys being hurt all too often? We reach a point where self-love enters the picture. We could choose to continue but we know we shouldn't. Maybe it's time to realize that not everything goes the way we it to regardless of how persistent we are.
I'm in love but you don't care. Maybe he does care. But not enough. Maybe he does find you wonderful and fun and nice. But not enough. And perhaps, he does like you. But not enough. It's not enough for him to let down his guard, to take a step closer. And knowing with all that was said, that nothing is enough, you should find in that enough reason to slowly let go. That you do deserve someone better. With love along with all its stupidity and beauty, there comes a point where you realize you don't want to listen to sad love songs, or watch drippy movies, or read schmaltzy stories, you want the real thing not a mere reflection of it. So there, it's time to stop. Stop not because you're hurting, not because you're sad, not because you're scared.BUT because YOU LOVE. More.

I woke up in the morning with terrible stomach ache. The pain was radiating to my back reaching out to my kidney. I assumed it was food poisoning since I was vomiting for the past 2 days and my temperature was irregular. I mumbled that I needed the toilet to raj and went to the loo. I was still having diarrhea and my stomach ache was worst each time I moved. I got ready for class and went there half dead. Thank god for the conference at the ENT department, I left feeling even more sick than usual. I took a bus to the university to get checked with the university doctor. After some palpation and percussion she said I might have appendicitis. I laughed at her and said ok. I told her I will wait till the pain gets worst. Then I went home, and tried to sleep. Rahul and Linda came over to the room, we talked and I kind of slept off I think. By the time it was 7 I went back to my hostel and I think due to the walking my pain got worst. By 9pm my pain was unbearable. The lower right quadrant of my abdomen was too painful even to touch. Utra called the ambulance, and the doctors came. My worst fears were right. It was appendicitis. I had to go in the hospital for some check ups. Prasant one of my classmates followed me and utra to the hospital. Firstly we went to the intestinal infections hospital to check if it’s any bowel disorders or maybe some infections. The results were negative. I again had to follow the ambulance to another hospital to the emergency department. There I was checked by a surgeon and he ordered me the ultrasound test, urine and blood test. The entire tests were positive for appendicitis. I was warded into ward 51 surgery departments. Everyone there either had tubes in and out of them or had just underwent surgery. After ten minutes, a very good looking doctor I must say came to me to confirm if it was appendicitis and told me I had to go in surgery right now. I was like NOW? And he said yes now, if I dint do it as soon as possible, it might lead to peritonitis. By this time raj and mike were already there. So I signed some papers then the nurse checked my blood group and I was shocked when I was told that there were no stretchers and I had to walk to the operation theater by myself. I was like, ok, I tried walking though it felt like I had this huge perforation in my stomach. To my horror, the operation theater was on the floor below which means walking downstairs. Well I did walk, manage to get into the theater and before going in, I had to strip of my clothes and was given just a cloth to cover me. I have to say here that the cloth actually felt like those sack cloth against my skin. The funniest thing was I even had to climb right on top of the operating table all my self. That was really funny. I was crying and laughing at the same time. At that moment somehow I was really wishing I wasn’t in Russia. I always told myself that I would never let my self under a knife of a Russian surgeon. I have watched lots of operations being done here and the results never looked good. I was draped, prepped, and I even watched them shave my tummy. The anesthesia was given thru IV since I had bronchial asthma and complications are to be avoided. The only thing I remember saying was my prayers and the last thing I said was da..to I don’t know what.

I woke up around six feeling so drowsy I couldn’t feel my hands and legs. I was so drowsy I remember telling myself the surgery is not done. Then I ran my fingers thru my abdomen and I was initially counting my stitches. 5 stitches for an appendectomy, what the fek. Such big cut. Then I knew surgery was over. Again I was shocked because there was no gauze covering the wound. I raised my head and tried looking at the wound, there was blood everywhere, all over my stomach, and there was yellow liquid oozing out my wound. Maybe to that horror, I just fell on my bed, not sure if I fainted or I dozed off.
I got to sit only after 24 hours of lying flat on bed. My dressing was done every three days, only after I bugged the doctor to change it. No medications were given, no antibiotics, no painkiller. I just usually fall asleep after crying out the pain. Well, im writing this after opening my stitches today. I’m kind of waiting for 3 o’clock for my medical certificate and then im home. I still can’t go for classes for another week. But im still excited to sleep on a bed which is more comfortable, to drink something hot, and to even wipe up myself. I miss the net like crazy. God knows how many mails I have. These 10 days in the hospital thought me a lot of life. Some very shocking truth about some people I know. I also learned that when someone doesn’t care they just don’t care. I also learned that no one here could be as sweet as raj and Michael, and these both wonderful guys will remain my bestest friend forever. So thank you to those who brought food for me in the hospital and who visited me. To nirshan, you’re always have a soft spot in my heart! Thanks again to everyone..

me and mom at the dining table
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ive grown so so fat i know sighhhhhhhhh
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i made this with colored rice during my house warming prayers
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again with aeriel...shes so cute aint she
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me and aeriel..the love of my life........
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happy birthday mike!!!!!
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rakesh, sharm,myself, desi, rahul,raj and mike the birthday boy!
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Well, the past few days has been really frustrating and annoying at the same time. Frustrating is not a problem but annoying thanks to some people around me. These are the moments I wishes I never knew such people. But coming to think of it, I think with some sense of gratefulness I take that back.
There is a song stuck in my head..agar tum mil jao from the movie zeher . I kind of like the tune and what I love most is the meaning of the song. The song starts with “ if I ever found you, I would leave this world”… I know it doesn’t make sense but yeah its good. This song kinda make me wonder. Would ever a guy do such a thing for someone he loves. Would a guy be so sweetly possesive with the one he truly loves? Would a guy really leave every thing he owns for the one he loves? Sounds too good to be true.
In relevant to this part, another question popped up in my head. What would a guy do if hes stuck between two relationship. One girl A whom he never broke up with and another girl B he claims to be truly in love with. But either way he cant break both the girls hearts. Isnt B a relationship breaker? Or is he just too dense to see whats right for him. Well, then again its none of my business.
Its such a funny thing when I heard a story from a close friend of mine. They have been dating for the past 9 months, they have been out only once in that period and when they are back in Malaysia, both of them are completely different people.
In a relationship I would expect total sincerity. You dated before, let me know, you slept with someone before let me know. It would be much easier than I finding out from a third party. BUT, when im involve with a guy, I expect his attention to be on me, and not other girls. I expect him to spend a little time with me instead of him trying to squeeze me into his busy schedule. I would expect him to think for himself instead of me thinking for him. I would expect him to invite me to a love movie playing in the cinemas instead of going with his other friends. I guess I just have too much expectations BUT if you cant agree to this simple rules in life then seriously you’re not my type.
You may be wondering why I just stated the above. Someone asked me what kinda guy I want in my life. So yeah that’s the story

I have a very interesting story to share. Its called the history of ROOM NO.9 hostel 1. It describes every singe roomate of mine, from the good ones to the thief. YES, THE THIEF. I lived for a year with a thief whom some people claimed to be the most innocent girl ever roamed earth.
that’s soon to come, I do plan to publish a book, I would be rich, everyone loves gossips!
Right, to neel, im doing fine here in Malaysia. So don’t worry much about me, please do take care of popo!
Till then people, im kinda tired blabbing now.

on micheals birthday, a small get together in mid valley
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its june 21st today and im really excited to get back home..looking at one of my lobby mate packing her stuff to leave tonite makes me sick. i want to be home to...well,its just the waiting part is hard...i cant wait that long! (im leaving next week)..well i did not sleep today....dont ask why...i slept 15 hours yesterday...i just dint have anything to do...so im online the whole nite...did my laundry, my washing my cleaning and im still not tired....was going thru my friendster account...i manage to surprisingly bump into a few of my classmates at school...kindda glad..well..am gonna go throw my self on bed...try to shut my eye...its 4 and its so freaking bright...urghhhhhh..good nite people!