<?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-27523103</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:46:00.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiercely illiterate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27523103.post-116757637126847245</id><published>2006-12-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:47:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there. if anyone reads this dump anymore. ive been getting in touch with my culture. and how. ive been doing everything from attending bharathanatyam concerts to stepping on cow dung. well alright i didnt really step on cow dung but i mightve done, i dunno. im not sure if watching a couple of horny houseflies doing it on a clothesline counts but ive done that too. anyway. its the new year! but more importantly, im gonna be back in 2 days! woohoo. 2007, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 rocked btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116757637126847245?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116757637126847245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116757637126847245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116757637126847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116757637126847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-116498798632960210</id><published>2006-12-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:46:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick post to say that now i've got an excuse not to blog: im not going to be in town for a month. ill be back in spore on the first day of school i think. ill check this thing at an internet cafe or something so tag or comment and stuff so ill have things to read (: happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116498798632960210?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116498798632960210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116498798632960210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116498798632960210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116498798632960210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-quick-post-to-say-that-now-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-116443295936374306</id><published>2006-11-25T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T13:45:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never meant things to get to the point that they've got to. but that's no excuse. i let it all go on my own because i wasn't nearly scrupulous enough. and i just didn't care enough when i should've done. there's nobody else to blame for the rot but me. well, it makes no sense to regret. i'm wiser for it now. so i've made a decision, and there's no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm going to do a meme when i haven't even been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i koped from jheeva's post on his and khabil's blog which is the only blog i've actually read in a hundred years. the only reason i'm doing it is that i havent blogged in 12 days and my last post was an evanescence song and a picture. which doesn't even count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.how old did u wish u were?&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.where were you when 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;sitting right here in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;kick the damn thing. and then cringe and hop around in pain and embarrassment. and kick myself for having been so stupid. but mentally this time. i learn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.if you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;right down under. that's right, readies. see, i'd have to go to australia and get it done so i can live with the only person in my extended family who wouldn't kick me out of the house for getting a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.if you could be fluent in any other language,what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;tamil. not like im very fluent in english in the first place. just ask my sister, she'll provide you with proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;no, except that they're tamil too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.what do u consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, a finger at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;not particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;yeah just look at jay z and beyonce. they are how opposite la she's so damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.dream job?&lt;br /&gt;slaeke like a fk and get enough money to be able to slaeke like a fk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.favourite place to go to on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;bed. which is my favourite place on weekdays too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;um how about having a shower lying down in a bathtub. and then bathing in the same water. i dunno which one of the two it qualifies as but i think i'd quite like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;no but sometimes i colour them with pens for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;ya. i trust jheeva lah wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;too scared to type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;no. i've tried and failed a hundrred times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.where would u rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;old trafford until tmr's chelsea match finishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha this is quite funny. um my inner soul. my bolster too but i haven't given it a name so it's not a person just yet. but soon my bolster too. it's a he. gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;way too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. are u paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;no lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.who can u relate to?&lt;br /&gt;i can't. nobody feels these feelings like i do. wah emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.how do u feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha this is damn deja vu question. i think they rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.have u been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand this but im quite sure i havent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.whats your favourite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;specific for beyonce: 'let me pay your bills, bills, bills' heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.whats your main ringtone onn your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;mayir rangers thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.what were u doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;"call home can my phone puks *jheeva's home number deleted to protect his privacy*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.whose bed did u sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;wah scandalous question sia. mine la. who else will let me sleep in their bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.what colour shirt are u wearing?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;casino royale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i have when i havent got anything else on me is a whole lotta pride. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.what colour are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.how much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;now, cash isnt exactly one of those things i have on me at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.what is your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;if there's a part of its brain or something that realises what nutjobs people are for killing them, that would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.whats your favourite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;karthikland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.i can't wait till...&lt;br /&gt;end of a's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.what did u have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;oh baby you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.what do u prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like eating or drinking anything in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;still in karthikland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.last thing u ate?&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.what songs do u sing in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;the same songs i'd sing anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;damn, i cant remember. i need to laugh more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;my 2 front teeth got fractured. then they died. true story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;probably not but the world is a strange place so you never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.whats your favourite candy?&lt;br /&gt;define candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;addams family song. damn cool ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.four random people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;yes. four random people, do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116443295936374306?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116443295936374306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116443295936374306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116443295936374306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116443295936374306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-never-meant-things-to-get-to-point.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-116341901871854668</id><published>2006-11-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:23:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fields of innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still remember the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the eyes of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slowly those feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; were clouded by what i know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; an uneven trade for the real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh i, i want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; believing in everything and knowing nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still remember the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always warm on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; somehow it seems colder now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trapped in the eyes of a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh why... i want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; believing in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/evanescence2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/evanescence2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol emo.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116341901871854668?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116341901871854668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116341901871854668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116341901871854668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116341901871854668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/11/fields-of-innocence.html' title='fields of innocence'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-116267545280551703</id><published>2006-11-05T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:37:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4.40 am and im not sleepy.  as this is quite normal in karthikland during the hols i guess i shouldn't be worried. but i'm quite bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little earlier, i was reading the unbearable lightness of being. i got tired of it after 50 pages. i just dont think writing long sentences and quoting nietzche make you intellectual. sure, command and style are essential elements of any good writer's package. but there's a line between style and pretense, and you know you've crossed the line from style when you say 'ad infinitum' when you can just say 'forever'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not to say that i think milan kundera's a bad writer. he (or his translator) writes brilliantly and i wish i could write like that. that said, i only think he writes brilliantly because not only does he get away with oversimplifying (and often inaccurately, at that) the things he tries to deal with, he's actually received widespread critical acclaim for it. tsk. maybe im just jealous that he's famous. and probably filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not sleepy. nvm got messenger. okkkkk bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116267545280551703?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116267545280551703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116267545280551703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116267545280551703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116267545280551703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/11/haro.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-116231310864808046</id><published>2006-11-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:03:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY SINDHU! you're the best sister ever. even though you just hit my head. happy halloween to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, i went to watch threesome with jheeva, and it was AWESOME. congratulations to all the rp people (: i met anjali and nanthini on the train to bishan, and it was the second time i'd been spotted by anjali a door away in a train since promos ended so that was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent felt like blogging in quite a long time but tomorrow (or should i say, later today) got chem spa and old habits die hard so once again im here updating before an exam. i didnt feel anything had happened that was significant enough to blog about, so i didnt blog. well that hasnt changed  but i thought it'd be nice to come back and actually write something instead of coming to this blog expectantly everytime i use the computer, hoping to see it updated, which is stupid seeing as i write this stuff on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i quite like having a blog. you get to write whatever you want and anybody can see it. i used to have a diary in primary school but i'd written three entries or something in six years and i didnt see the point in keeping one. i didnt understand what the point was of writing down what i thought when i knew what i thought anyway. so as much as i kid myself sometimes by saying i write here only for myself, its quite obvious i only bother having a blog at all because other people can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of reading, i read the catcher in the rye which i really liked. the more i thought about it, the sadder i felt. then i tried reading a brave new world by aldoux huxley and got to the third page before putting it down. its been three weeks since i touched the book, so thats a return to form i guess. next time i choose a book to read im going to try reading the hobbit or the silmarillion again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i didnt want to write because i couldnt think of anything to blog about that wouldn't waste everybody's time and i wanted to write something that would be quite worthy of being read, but right now i don't think it really matters. this song, by the way, is lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tales of endurance (parts 4, 5 and 6)' by supergrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; making sense of what i've heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well don't look down cos it's far to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; count the hours face the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's all you need these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we're past the post and through the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we hail commercial suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kiss the love you leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and let it bother you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well you do what it takes to get what you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last night i thought about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... love and what i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's hanging over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm sure to break your loving heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm down and take a walk down a sugar coated sonified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i've been hanging around for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; staring at your holy ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ooooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last night in northern Hollywood, thinking about the harder times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i might've known that you'd be tearing up the photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at sight of all I've done been taken for higher ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... china dolls and better times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this side of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you know this living hell solid gold coming for no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want the song, go buy the album at a music store near you. it's called road to rouen. or  i guess you could ask me for it. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more i wanted to say since i started typing but i seem to have forgotten in the last half hour. so i'll be off now and go study for chem spa. good night and good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i realise this post has a lot of i's and me's in it. woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-116231310864808046?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/116231310864808046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=116231310864808046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116231310864808046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/116231310864808046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115998082622383576</id><published>2006-10-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:55:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't dream it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is freedom within, there is freedom without&lt;br /&gt;Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never see the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;While you're traveling with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes in&lt;br /&gt;They come, they come&lt;br /&gt;To build a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;We know they won't win&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof&lt;br /&gt;My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof&lt;br /&gt;In the paper today tales of war and of waste&lt;br /&gt;But you turn right over to the T.V. page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum&lt;br /&gt;And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof&lt;br /&gt;Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes in&lt;br /&gt;They come, they come&lt;br /&gt;To build a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;We know they won't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - "don't dream it's over" by crowded house/sixpence none the richer&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115998082622383576?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115998082622383576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115998082622383576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115998082622383576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115998082622383576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-dream-its-over.html' title='don&apos;t dream it&apos;s over'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115998042806253570</id><published>2006-10-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:51:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so promos are over. everyone in school will be done by today. and the school year will be over soon too. 2 days ago was hossain's bday, which was great fun. and he had a good time. i like surprise parties (: and having had the best surprise birthday thing ever earlier this year, it was awesome to surprise him and everything. hossain rocks and i hope he felt the love (and peace). he sure felt mine *:P*&lt;br /&gt;after like 10 months im finally reading something again. since i finished catch-22 last year, i haven't been able to get past the first two pages of fury, midnight's children, the hobbit, the silmarillion, the god of small things, dracula, train to pakistan, reaper man, and about a 1000dred other books that i've forgotten about. anyway now i'm reading the catcher in the rye, which is quite interesting though it's quite weird, and i'm about two thirds through it but i don't really get the point of it. but it is fairly interesting so far. yesterday i was damn malu cos hossain told me something about chapman reading the book before shooting john and i thought chapman and john were characters in the book before he explained to me that chapman was the fellow who shot john lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with jheeva kaswin and pibbles today at city hall. also saw khabs for a bit. it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's well i guess. i dont really know what the point of this post is anymore. i just felt like blogging ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115998042806253570?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115998042806253570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115998042806253570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115998042806253570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115998042806253570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-promos-are-over_05.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115922186105771164</id><published>2006-09-26T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:05:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 papers to the end (of sorts) of the year. econs will be done in less than 6 hours. its so stupid of me that when i finally decide cram for the semesterly exams in the wee hours of the morning of each paper, i actually realise that the stuff isn't so bad at all and that schoolwork would be a lot less of a pain if i actually got around to doing it instead of letting it weigh on my mind. instead all i find when i do what i do - which is nothing - is that i havent got the time anymore to finish it before the exam, and end up doing stupid things like blogging at 5.46am. i hope econs goes alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm assuming nobody's reading this stupid thing anymore until exams are over. which is of course a smart thing to do. so i shan't wish you luck. you probably studied well enough not to need luck. and in any case, promos must be over if you're reading this again. but if you're reading this and promos aren't done yet, then chances are you're screwed and you probably need as much luck as you can get. i for one still blogsurf everyday and i know i really need the luck. sleepiness makes you talk rubbish and do stupid things like blog rubbish. well at least its making me do those things now. im going to take a nap now before getting ready for school. the time is 5.57am now. good night and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115922186105771164?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115922186105771164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115922186105771164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115922186105771164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115922186105771164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-papers-to-end-of-sorts-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115803930847483545</id><published>2006-09-11T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:35:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rose turns 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/Rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115803930847483545?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115803930847483545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115803930847483545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115803930847483545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115803930847483545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/09/rose-turns-2.html' title='rose turns 2.'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115763333489596799</id><published>2006-09-07T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:22:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assorted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/Final%20Day%20at%20Airport%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/Final%20Day%20at%20Airport%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/heehee%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/heehee%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/KIF_7794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/KIF_7794.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/Picture84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/Picture84.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/31oct%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/31oct%20110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/RI%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/RI%20018.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/GE%20board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/GE%20board.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/Spain%20GE%20Trip%2023.11-03.12%20225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/Spain%20GE%20Trip%2023.11-03.12%20225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/grad%20dinner%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/grad%20dinner%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/KIF_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/KIF_1714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/grad%20dinner%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/grad%20dinner%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/Prabs%20and%20Ashvin%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/Prabs%20and%20Ashvin%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115763333489596799?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115763333489596799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115763333489596799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115763333489596799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115763333489596799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/09/assorted.html' title='assorted'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115713748288962032</id><published>2006-09-02T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:40:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont really like blogging about what i did in the day and all because its usually just very mundane but well this blog is so boring that even i dont visit it anymore. clearly something had to be done. im just updating for the sake of updating so this post is entirely skippable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has been great, i've watched two movies and i think i am in trouble with two tutors for not handing in my work but oh well ill hand it all in eventually. watched the break-up on monday which was not bad i guess and jennifer aniston is quite hot (: anyway. luckily the week was only 3 days long in terms of schoolwork so that was good. since thursday was teachers' day celebrations we went back to ri and spoke to some old teachers. secondary school was really so fun and no matter how i felt about life and stuff then, its quite true that we were more protected and making mistakes was of a lot less consequence than it is now. but then again in secondary school i didnt feel like i knew anyone well enough to properly be friends with them so i wont complain about this year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today i woke up at 9 and rolled around till i got bored and got out of bed 2 hours later. then i killed time for a while and then did some MATHS (which means i have FINALLY started revising!) but only for like 45 mins. then i went to bedok to meet finaz to buy a radiohead t shirt from her which is damn nice. she also burnt a dvd of radiohead in concert! thank god for radiohead fans and thanks finaz! afterwards went to orchard and slacked for a bit with sindhu (who doesnt know bedok properly despite having lived there her whole life) and seema. then met some blaekes, namely jheeva, khabil, prhabu, ashvin and dheesha to watch sophie scholl. the movie was quite good i guess. after that was done we went for dinner and then went home. i went home on the train with prhabu and jheeva and they asked me to just get down past aljunied then go back home and i obliged. but that was a dumb thing to do cos when i eventually got down at bedok, there were no more trains going back the other way so i had to take a taxi back. luckily i didnt have to wait long. thank you taxi driver! and to everyone else who deserves thanks, you're probably not reading this but THANK YOU SO MUCH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm alright. i shall go sleep now. everyone else is asleep already so good night computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115713748288962032?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115713748288962032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115713748288962032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115713748288962032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115713748288962032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-really-like-blogging-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115609937359603959</id><published>2006-08-21T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:43:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/utd%2020.8.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/utd%2020.8.06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man united and their fans sure are happy. and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weekend it's been after all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115609937359603959?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115609937359603959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115609937359603959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115609937359603959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115609937359603959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/08/man-united-and-their-fans-sure-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115557000806794308</id><published>2006-08-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:17:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"everyday the sky is a different shade of heartbreak"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/poor%20emo%20kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/poor%20emo%20kid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo is not a perspective. it's just a transient state of mind. and just how transient it is is up to you woohoo (: but listening to some travis does help haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being emo is not cool at all. thom yorke time (:p): 'it's easy to be miserable. being happy is tougher - and cooler'. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and in most cases that would be relevant to anyone who reads this, it's not even that much tougher at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet worse is trying to be emo. having already established that it isn't even that cool, it's also quite ridiculous, in fact. like my sister said: 'emo kids try to fit in, and kids who fit in try to be emo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up emo kids (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115557000806794308?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115557000806794308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115557000806794308' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115557000806794308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115557000806794308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyday-sky-is-different-shade-of.html' title='&quot;everyday the sky is a different shade of heartbreak&quot;'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27523103.post-115474107225798653</id><published>2006-08-05T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:56:55.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously have the best sister and the best friends in the world. thank you all so much for everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to try abstaining from smsing until the 16th of august. im on the brink of exceeding my free sms limit with 10 days left to go for my billing month to end for the third month in a row. im sorry if i dont reply to an sms or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115474107225798653?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115474107225798653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115474107225798653' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115474107225798653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115474107225798653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-seriously-have-best-sister-and-best.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114830942143956859</id><published>2006-07-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:41:28.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get your own blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/PICT0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/PICT0515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lt3 wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/PICT0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/PICT0514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously some people don't know what radiohead is around here. yay for those who do though. like whoever wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gna go deal with my mental chatter. like in paranoid android: ' please could you stop that noise, i'm trying to get some rest/from all the unborn chicken voices in my head'. now i really understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god loves his children, yeah! so does my mum lolzxzx. her children, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114830942143956859?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114830942143956859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114830942143956859' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114830942143956859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114830942143956859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-your-own-blog.html' title='get your own blog.'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27523103.post-115340061868443479</id><published>2006-07-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:16:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been tagged</title><content type='html'>by manpreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaints&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you have completed yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: somewhat nonplussed.&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: sort of metallic&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: t shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: some random cats. my sister likes cats.&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour: um. a healthy pink.&lt;br /&gt;Curent Time: 8.42 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: cds, worksheets, earphones, newspapers and keychains and other random things are messily stacked on my table. waiting for the worms by pink floyd is playing on itunes.&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: schoolwork and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: school sucks. opeth and pink floyd rock. but school really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friends: a guy whose name is spelt ashley i think.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: haha a chinese girl in my p5 class.&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: no clue. maybe duel.&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: far too early in my life to still remember.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: ilaiyaraaja :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: perhaps in a previous life.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: water.&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: my dad picked me up on the way back from work abt an hour and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: some random girl lah.&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: pirates of the caribbean 2 woohoo&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: yesterday with my sister&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: blonde on blonde by bob dylan&lt;br /&gt;Last song played: reverie/harlequin forest by opeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: probably. i dont think tissue paper qualifies as killer litter but you never know with these things here.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: lol no lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: strictly speaking, im only wearing 3 things. if the earstick counts, then 4.&lt;br /&gt;4 things you did today: i woke up, brushed, bathed and ate. i am the very height of sophistication.&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: whatever rubbish is being shown on tv, this pink floyd song and some chinese percussion thing from the distance.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing u do when you're bored: when i'm bored, i usually just feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like doing this then i'm tagging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115340061868443479?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115340061868443479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115340061868443479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115340061868443479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115340061868443479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='i have been tagged'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115270479856785216</id><published>2006-07-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:46:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo</title><content type='html'>i don't feel like blogging. i won't close it either because, knowing me, i'll just start a new blog in a month or 2 and call it spastick or sth. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115270479856785216?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115270479856785216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115270479856785216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115270479856785216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115270479856785216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='woohoo'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115048170425084234</id><published>2006-06-17T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:26:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy family</title><content type='html'>we're all masochistic, to some degree. we love to punish ourselves, to press those happy wounds over and over again just so we can feel it all once more, and never forget. it's funny how we obsess over our own non-existent ironies (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that's the irony of it all - &lt;/span&gt;props to sherlock) and make believe that it's all of consequence. the only irony, really, is how the genuine ironist is consistently ridiculed for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impertinent&lt;/span&gt; way of displaying malcontent. not that it matters, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reputable families and big companies, the greater-than-the-sum-of-parts framework, the schisms, the phobia - it might actually be funny, but it isn't. it's something else and i can't quite say what it is. who knows, all this may make utter sense one day - the same day, definitely, that people cease to lament about how the sun used to shine better in the good ol' days. until then, it will remain mighty ludicrous that we're all as firmly rooted to this existence as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say everything becomes clear in the final moments of your life; how can that there be anything more than thinly veiled insecurity? the scissors of the Fates  are, after all, only scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a cobweb outside the window. it's shimmering, like a divine object might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115048170425084234?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115048170425084234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115048170425084234' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115048170425084234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115048170425084234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-family.html' title='happy family'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-115011181783236908</id><published>2006-06-12T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:18:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm how to write this without making it sound like a friendster testimonial. this post is abt sindhu aka agent 5 aka ikan bilis :p aka sindhura kakidas d/o kumar aka a lot of things that i dunno. sindhu is the first person to ever call me a gong. i'm not exactly sure what being a gong entails but it sure sounds exciting. she's damn good at naming things and she named my phone and ipod. she gave them awesome names. now my phone is rory and my ipod is ophelia. and they actually do look like a rory and an ophelia respectively. amazing. and she's good at guessing people's relatives' names - well, better than everyone else at least. she's like damn linguistic goddess also ah. and i think we've got a fairly similar taste in movies. lol i'm particularly random today. and she thinks of wonderful material for blog posts - this post being an example :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok damn this still sounds like a friendster testimonial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-115011181783236908?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/115011181783236908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=115011181783236908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115011181783236908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/115011181783236908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmm-how-to-write-this-without-making.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114897774973580571</id><published>2006-05-30T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:33:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i love doing these.</title><content type='html'>koped of anjali's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One: Type in the word in your iTunes browser and tell how many songs come up in your library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love: 212&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate: 5&lt;br /&gt;3. Punk: 13&lt;br /&gt;4. Rap: 171&lt;br /&gt;5. Green: 30&lt;br /&gt;6. Red: 72&lt;br /&gt;7. Beautiful: 9&lt;br /&gt;8. Ugly: 3&lt;br /&gt;9. Heart: 45&lt;br /&gt;10: Mind: 26&lt;br /&gt;11. Never: 34&lt;br /&gt;12. Forever: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two: Sort by Rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs are unrated: 4094&lt;br /&gt;How many songs have 5 stars: 0&lt;br /&gt;How many songs have 1 star: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three: Sort by Name of Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first song: 'Till I Collapse - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;What is the last song: Zindagi Kaisi Hai Paheli - Anand (wth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Four: Sort By Name of Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first artist: 1 Giant Leap&lt;br /&gt;What is the last artist: Zipporah (HAHA :D)&lt;br /&gt;How many songs do not have an artist: 606&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Five: Sort by Play Count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the Top 5 Played songs?&lt;br /&gt;1. When The Sun Goes Down - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;2. Road Trippin' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;3. We're Taking Over - The Witnesses&lt;br /&gt;4. Amsterdam - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;5. Paranoid Android - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs have you never played: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Six: Sort By Last Played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the last five played songs?&lt;br /&gt;1. Come Undone - Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;2. The Swamp Song - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;3. Tougher than It is - Cake&lt;br /&gt;4. An Actor's Revenge - Destroyer&lt;br /&gt;5. Release - Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Seven: Sort By Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the longest song: The Rite of Spring - 34:45.&lt;br /&gt;The Shortest: Intro - 50 Cent. 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Eight: Sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many total songs do you have in your library: 4094&lt;br /&gt;How long, in time, is this: 11.9 days&lt;br /&gt;How many GB: 18.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to anjali for having a blog, and putting up stuff like this on it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114897774973580571?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114897774973580571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114897774973580571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114897774973580571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114897774973580571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-i-love-doing-these.html' title='because i love doing these.'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114890268818363054</id><published>2006-05-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:38:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>padaiyappa says hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/1600/padaiyappa%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8090/1764/320/padaiyappa%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114890268818363054?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114890268818363054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114890268818363054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114890268818363054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114890268818363054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/padaiyappa-says-hi.html' title='padaiyappa says hi.'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114818652244461968</id><published>2006-05-21T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:42:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting in a sack</title><content type='html'>shifting gears was brilliant stuff. i feel so stupid not to have gone for players productions before. congrats to all the players i know(even if none of them read this) - it's very humbling to know that my own peers are capable of this. and my sister remains very, very impressed by you lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was meant to be a more thoughtful post but i can't remember what i wanted to write. till next time, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114818652244461968?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114818652244461968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114818652244461968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114818652244461968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114818652244461968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/fighting-in-sack.html' title='fighting in a sack'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114757071959771386</id><published>2006-05-14T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:38:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we could all do without the heartless (and laughably silly) better-than-you pomp of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planet earth is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there's nothing i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114757071959771386?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114757071959771386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114757071959771386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114757071959771386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114757071959771386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-could-all-do-without-heartless-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114726923358543178</id><published>2006-05-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:58:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remedy</title><content type='html'>we idolise the past because all of it has happened and we've survived it. the past is certain, unlike the present and the future. it's so much harder to see what's happening than to know - or at least have an idea of - what's happened. and it's easier to sit down and reflect on times past than to think, let alone do something, about what's going on around us. so many of us would rather take our pick from the oceanfuls of jaded, sad, beautifully-worn-out songs to relate to, sigh with nostalgia and lament about how things have never been worse (even if only internally) when we all know that's probably not even true, than face the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by no means is the past any better -or any worse, for that matter - than now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114726923358543178?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114726923358543178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114726923358543178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114726923358543178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114726923358543178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/remedy.html' title='remedy'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27523103.post-114710350059346794</id><published>2006-05-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:08:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another bandwagon thing</title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people. At the end, tag at least 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ES&lt;br /&gt;2. khabil&lt;br /&gt;3. prhabu&lt;br /&gt;4. vivek&lt;br /&gt;5. ashvin&lt;br /&gt;6. subash&lt;br /&gt;7. kaswin&lt;br /&gt;8. sruthy&lt;br /&gt;9. sindhu&lt;br /&gt;10. nithya&lt;br /&gt;11. senthil&lt;br /&gt;12. preetha&lt;br /&gt;13. jay&lt;br /&gt;14. iwan&lt;br /&gt;15. marcus&lt;br /&gt;16.  sneha&lt;br /&gt;17. crunch&lt;br /&gt;18. hyqel&lt;br /&gt;19. yu zhuo&lt;br /&gt;20. jheevaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i remember it clearly. it was a dark and dreary night. actually dunno about that all but it was a landmark event in blaeke history. 7 blaekes-in-the-making went stark raving mad as iwan watched on with polite disgust :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;die lah. really. i dunno what i'd do, my life would just be so different. and so much less than what it is. which sounds ironic since i keep saying that it's all the same. but my life would somehow be worth a lot less to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;like pass them a disapproving stare since they're supposed to be brother-sistair or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;he's a great friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. probably not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3:&lt;br /&gt;PRHABU. enough said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA should i be nice or honest :P in-joke sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7:&lt;br /&gt;kaswin rocks this year lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;singing that damned worm song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA i'll tell him how much i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language(s) does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;mandarin, english and shit. he's particularly well-versed in the latter :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;er if i'm not wrong she's single, available and very eligible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;16 and 11 months roughly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;said hi in school today :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh. guns n roses? since he's a phaduka :) slash rockss. and so does axl rose, even if he's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;this question is outdated lah. we eloped last year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;no i'm loyal to number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 5 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;viswalingam (props to jheeva for this one :$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;if we both suddenly became gay, i guess i'd consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;ang mo kio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;he's damn smart and like friendfriend ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114710350059346794?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114710350059346794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114710350059346794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114710350059346794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114710350059346794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-bandwagon-thing.html' title='another bandwagon thing'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114710117147301099</id><published>2006-05-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:16:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jheeva is damn political god. seriously. tologoodelegay walagas dalagamn pologoliligitiligicalagallyligi eyelaiguy ologopelegeniliging lalagah.  and he put on the shoelaces i gave him for bday. actually i put them on for him. bldy political god and stuff but cannot change shoelaces :P but jheeva is not just political god. he's all-round god. he's like sports god, musical god and intellect god. he's just up there. wah. i feel damn elite. cos i'm jheeva's friend and he's an elitist pannangkottai. and we exchanged shoes so we walked around wearing one of our shoes and one of each other's. yesterday ES gave me so many CDs and today i walked around wearing jheeva's shoe. i couldn't feel more privileged than i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;careful what you wish, you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can't remember feeling this sleepy in a long time. but i think that jheeva's unbelievably outstanding intellect and talent deserve mention. now good night.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114710117147301099?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114710117147301099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114710117147301099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114710117147301099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114710117147301099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/jheeva-is-damn-political-god.html' title=''/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114701736822967381</id><published>2006-05-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:06:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ES ROXORXZ</title><content type='html'>i don't believe this. the ES bought me these CDs today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Strokes - Is This It&lt;br /&gt;2. Basement Jaxx - Remedy&lt;br /&gt;3. Thievery Corporation - The Mirror Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;4&amp;5.  The Very Best of Elvis Costello ( 2-disc)&lt;br /&gt;6&amp;amp;7. Dave Seaman - Global Underground: Cape Town (Limited)&lt;br /&gt;8-10. The Essential Bruce Springsteen (3-disc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with 'SMiLE' by brian wilson that i bought today as well, that's 11 impossibly great CDs - 164 songs - i've got in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really still don't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ES ROXORXZ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but these things sort of excite me and i get this urge to tell anybody who'll listen. and today was like some bumper day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114701736822967381?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114701736822967381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114701736822967381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114701736822967381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114701736822967381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/es-roxorxz.html' title='ES ROXORXZ'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114688747301744898</id><published>2006-05-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:51:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping on the bandwagon since i dont know what else to write</title><content type='html'>How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;radiohead - big boots (more like big nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;caroline - where's my love (i guess that's a no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;pearl jam - once (which is not a good thing either, considering that the song goes 'once upon a time, i could lose myself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;diamond head - blitzkrieg (whoa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;metallica - bad seed (when in doubt, metallica has the answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A - U.R.A.Q.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;maroon 5 - as things collide (HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;tupac - holler if ya hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;audioslave - like a stone (itunes hates me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;timbaland &amp;amp; magoo feat. fat man scoop - now drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence: II. about to crash (how apt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of women do I like?&lt;br /&gt;no doubt - don't speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was yesterday like?&lt;br /&gt;david bowie - up the hill backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itunes shuffle is my one true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114688747301744898?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114688747301744898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114688747301744898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114688747301744898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114688747301744898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/jumping-on-bandwagon-since-i-dont-know.html' title='jumping on the bandwagon since i dont know what else to write'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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-27523103.post-114674233401531442</id><published>2006-05-04T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:32:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so here we are</title><content type='html'>i sort of missed writing things and having people write back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27523103-114674233401531442?l=elastick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/feeds/114674233401531442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27523103&amp;postID=114674233401531442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114674233401531442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27523103/posts/default/114674233401531442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elastick.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-here-we-are.html' title='so here we are'/><author><name>lastigl</name><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>
