<?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-32105944</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:33:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walking Contradiction</title><subtitle type='html'>Utterly blatant words that were born out of the deepest pit of my heart served to the eyes of the world to be savoured, banished or critised.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116746171257323168</id><published>2006-12-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:55:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5441/3502/1600/226029/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5441/3502/320/129133/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,i know..it has been a while since i blogged.Well, what can i say? Time has a way of slipping away from me as fast as possible.For those who have missed my blogs(very few,i dare say!),here am i again with a new book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.I'm sure many of you would have heard of the book before,since it is much talked about.It is a story about Heathcliff,an orphan boy who is adopted into the Earnshaw family.He is such a rugged ruffian.He forms a deep attachment to Catherine Earnshaw.He loves her so much that it became an obessesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Catherine married her neighbour,Heathcliff seeks revenge.He yearns to destroy the Earnshaw family and the family that Catherine marries into,the Linton family.Well,i am not gonna spoil the fun for those of you who haven't read the books by spiling every single detail about it.I have to add this though.In the end,Heathcliff dies a sad,lonely and restless death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way Emily Bronte wrote the story.She wrote it from another person's perspective(Mrs Dean's) in a series of flashbacks.There were a lot of part that could have been edited though,because some parts are really not essential in my opinion.I didn't enjoy the book as much as i thought i would.A fair read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116746171257323168?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116746171257323168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116746171257323168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116746171257323168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116746171257323168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/12/wuthering-heights-by-emily-bronte.html' title='Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116583677717342410</id><published>2006-12-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:32:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our tangled web.</title><content type='html'>I never thought that i would trod,&lt;br /&gt;On the oh so tempting road,&lt;br /&gt;For at the end,there you stood,&lt;br /&gt;So vibrant and so proud,&lt;br /&gt;I walked straight into your open arms,&lt;br /&gt;And surrendered myself to your lovely charms,&lt;br /&gt;A tangled web i weaved,&lt;br /&gt;As my life to yours i mixed,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and dreaming of a perfect ending,&lt;br /&gt;See i was naive,i was young,&lt;br /&gt;You should know better than to watch me flung,&lt;br /&gt;My everything upon you,&lt;br /&gt;You never came to my rescue,&lt;br /&gt;And i was too busy being true,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you was blind,&lt;br /&gt;No forbidden rules created by mankind,&lt;br /&gt;Could have ceased the way i feel,&lt;br /&gt;For you and i were entwined,&lt;br /&gt;Now, you unleash your true self,&lt;br /&gt;You crush my vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;There is a bright light shining upon my blindness,&lt;br /&gt;Our shared future was just a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could wake up,&lt;br /&gt;As in from the deepest sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And erase this dream that is pounding in my head,&lt;br /&gt;You will never know how much i loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet,now,my love,&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Go and construct a new life,&lt;br /&gt;Without me,&lt;br /&gt;I would not be with you any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Would not be with anyone else for that matter,&lt;br /&gt;For,when i let you go,my love,&lt;br /&gt;I died!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116583677717342410?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116583677717342410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116583677717342410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116583677717342410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116583677717342410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-tangled-web.html' title='Our tangled web.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116341925907663012</id><published>2006-11-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:00:59.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill A Mockingbird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/t2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the award winning book, "To Kill A Mockingbird", by Harper Lee.Seriously, i found the book downright boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i anticipated a great plot that would engage my attention from beginning until the end but, sadly, it did no such thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps after reading heaps of good comments in the review columns and getting the thumbs up from almost everyone, i built the strongest anticipation towards the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, a lawyer's offsprings' boring childhood games and experiences bored me to death.What's with them and Boo Radley anyway? Boo doesn't even appear in the story until the end where he "saved" the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i would credit the writer for the interesting court-room trial, nothing else impresses me.Hell,even the neigbours are almost lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending part is complicating.Who actually killed who? Who killed Tom Robinson? It is all a tangled question mark!Perhaps anyone with a better knowledge of the book can enlighen me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116341925907663012?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116341925907663012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116341925907663012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116341925907663012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116341925907663012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='To Kill A Mockingbird.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116063741575403957</id><published>2006-10-12T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:16:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>It is the time of the year again! My birthday.When i was little, birthdays mean so much to me. It seemed like i would be walking on air because i will be so excited back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i get older, birthdays seem less and less significant.It is just another passing day after all.It is not like it is the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up today,the sun was up.The same old world.The same old sun.The same old me.Just a little bit older.Gawd! I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is my birthday.It comes only once a year.I need to be pampered and treated like a princess on this day..(such vanity!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday to me!!..He..he..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks a bunch to all well-wishers including my mom and dad, sisters, rozie,suresh,vinoth,kimy,kods,shrithar and mogen!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116063741575403957?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116063741575403957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116063741575403957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116063741575403957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116063741575403957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116038184294847147</id><published>2006-10-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:31:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/Angels%26Demons-DanBrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/Angels%26Demons-DanBrown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend...i lazed around to my heart's content..i finished reading a wonderful book..Dan Brown's Angels and Demons.What a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually written with breath-holding twists and turns.I could hardly put the book down.I never was an artistic person to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading with this book, somehow , i fell in love with Rome and all the wonders that it holds.The scluptures of Michealangelo,Bernini and Leonardo Da Vinci came alive in this wonderful tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story about Robert Langdon and Vittoria Vetra who go through mind-numbing adventure to find an antimatter that could destroy the world.It was stolen from Leonardo Vetra's lab by an ancient brotherhood who do not believe in God.The Iluminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..so interesting! A very good read with an unexpected ending.The book questions the existence of god.(Han Sean should love this book since he is a self-proclaimed atheist).A clash of science and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should read this book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116038184294847147?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116038184294847147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116038184294847147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116038184294847147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116038184294847147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/10/angels-and-demons-by-dan-brown.html' title='Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-116003398585341614</id><published>2006-10-05T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:39:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/34714652223014l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/34714652223014l.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/13819476215604l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/13819476215604l.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to doubt the existence of real men in this horrendous world.I was on the verge of believing that real men are absolutely extinct,when i met him.Now, he is what i would call a man of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting happened accidentally.Purely coincidental.From our very first meeting,he held me captivated.For he is such a wonderful presence and owns a great personality.Flamboyant and cheerful,with a great sense of humour and a hint of shyness.(I love shy guys..wink..wink!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality aside,if we graze the topic of physical appearance,he definitely scores high(in my standards at least).Well-built,slightly muscular,tall,tanned to perfection and so damn cute.He is one helluva guy that the fairer sex might find irrisistible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people may perceive these traits as plainly common and owned by many men roaming the face of the earth but there is one thing that i really like about him.I have read in many women magazines that men never listen and are afraid to talk about emotions.This guy listens and talks too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, i talk to him he is all ears.No interupption. He lets me ramble on endlessly about my woes.He listens and comments wisely. He also talks about his emotions.A rare trait in guys, i believe!He is so supportive and offers me unimaginable help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good quality that he has is that he is a very loyal person.He told me once that if at all he has a girlfriend, she would be with him for eternity because he believes that relationships should last forever.His first girlfriend would be his last and forever.Tell me how many guys out there are as loyal as him? Almost none,i hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on all day about this amazing guy! I absolutely adore him! Yesterday was his birthday.So, i thought a little article about such a wonderful person would not hurt.Happy Birthday my boy!Hope you will have a life long of happiness!Want to know who is this person who accelerate such affection from me? He is none other than VINOTH....my hero!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-116003398585341614?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116003398585341614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=116003398585341614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116003398585341614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/116003398585341614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing-person.html' title='An Amazing Person.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115978104140502670</id><published>2006-10-02T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:24:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution.</title><content type='html'>I am in love with this new cool song. I listen to it every night and day.It is such a lovely song titled "Munbe Vaa",from the super cool movie,Jilendru Oru Kathal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks that i have gone mad because i only listen to english songs. Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been two weeks spent at home and i think i had discovered the indian in me..he..he..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of Tamil speaking people surround me. Too much of Tamil movies and songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from this before they change me into an ultimate indian with no sense to taste all the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i have something to look forward to. A concert on 14th October in Damansara! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115978104140502670?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115978104140502670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115978104140502670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115978104140502670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115978104140502670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/10/evolution.html' title='Evolution.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115978014475934256</id><published>2006-10-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:09:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored To Death!</title><content type='html'>Sigh...i am so damn bored. Bored to death. All i seem to do nowadays are either staring at the TV or computer screen or staring at pages of books. All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all play and no work makes him even worse.&lt;br /&gt;I think i may go mad if i stay home another day doing nothing.I need to get some fresh air.Gosh, life really sucks when you have so much of free time with absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom, who usually is happy to keep me at home, asked me the other day, "Girl, why are you mopping around in the house? Get out and get something done!".So, here am i. Blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to party!!!!!ARRRHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115978014475934256?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115978014475934256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115978014475934256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115978014475934256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115978014475934256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored To Death!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115892099224059910</id><published>2006-09-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:34:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/my-sisters-keeper-lg.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/my-sisters-keeper-lg.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that i grabbed right after my exam was a book titled "My Sister's Keeper" written by Jodi Picoult. My, oh my! What a story! Totally mind-blowing and thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment i picked up the book, i can't seem to put it down.I was engrosed. I can't sleep. Even if i did, whenever i woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing that creeps into my mind was, what is going to happen next in the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Anna Fitzgerald who sues her parents for abusing her body to cure her sister,Kate who has blood cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story grazes ethical and moral issues and questions family values and love. The characters potrayed are so alive that i felt like i was in the whole drama too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endings are almost always predictable right? Let me tell you this...the ending of this story was so unpredictable that i sat down and cried after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said, Jodi Picoult has become one of my favourite author. The world needs more writers like her. Every single human being on the face of the earth should read this book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115892099224059910?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115892099224059910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115892099224059910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115892099224059910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115892099224059910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/jodi-picoults-my-sisters-keeper.html' title='Jodi Picoult&apos;s My Sister&apos;s Keeper.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115857190227705211</id><published>2006-09-18T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:31:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Cherry Trees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/ShowLetter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/ShowLetter.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/2.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/Frozen%20cherry%20trees%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/Frozen%20cherry%20trees%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i saw the picture of a friend that i didn't meet for almost a year. The moment i saw his picture, i cried! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much i missed him. The tears told me just how damn much i missed him. I was pissed-off at myself for crying for a guy. I don't usually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i saw his picture, all hell inside my heart broke loose. &lt;br /&gt;I actually cried! I don't know what happened to me.Sometimes, i hate him so much, sometimes, i can't help missing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after crying like hell, i wiped away all that silly tears and told myself firmly, "Get a grip on yourself,gurl!.After all,it is just a darn picture!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you guys ever seen frozen cherry trees? Here, take a look at these wonder-filled beauties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115857190227705211?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115857190227705211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115857190227705211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115857190227705211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115857190227705211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/frozen-cherry-trees.html' title='Frozen Cherry Trees!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115856559317428400</id><published>2006-09-18T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:26:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My plans for the long break.</title><content type='html'>Gosh..how time flies!It seems like i just stepped into university life and here i am, all done with the first semester. After a brain-squeezing and eye-straining series of killer exams,i am faced with the joy of a 3 months break!Yahoo!Life has never been better!I am going to enjoy this coming 3 months as much as i can!Here are my plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WATCH LOTS AND LOTS OF MOVIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.VISIT BOOKSTORES AND READ STORY-BOOKS IN THE AMOUNT THAT WOULD CONTENT MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.ACTIVELY INVOLVE IN MY ABANDONED SINGING AND DANCING CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.BEGIN TENNIS LESSONS WITH MY PERSONAL COACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.SHOP UNTIL I DROP(PLANNING TO DRAG EUJENE WITH ME!HE LOVES SHOPPING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.TAKE MY DORMANT NETWORKING BUSINESS INTO ANOTHER ADVANCED NOTCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.INDULGE IN SINFUL LUXURIES SUCH AS SPA AND MANICURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far,those are my plans. Yeah, my soul sisters(best buddies) and i are planning a 4 days and 3 nights stay in Cameron Highlands to celebrate the New Year. Why Cameron Highlands? You may ask..hmm...we had lots of fun when we went there last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides,it is such a cool and quiet place.Away from the hustle and bustle of the city life. The girls are planning to buy liquor &amp; beer cans.Show me a better place to get drunk and let your hair down.Cameron Highlands..here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115856559317428400?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115856559317428400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115856559317428400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115856559317428400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115856559317428400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-plans-for-long-break.html' title='My plans for the long break.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115829300968115181</id><published>2006-09-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:43:46.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!</title><content type='html'>Damn! The Malaysian Studies Paper tested the last verge of my patience! I am dead this time around. I studied until four o'clock in the morning and woke up at six to attend the examination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions were crap! I wrote bullshit! Damn! Tomorrow is the last paper.Chinese Studies. I swear that i only know how to write my name and my birthdate in Chinese! Besides the fact that i know what does Jing Cha means.Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation... save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115829300968115181?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115829300968115181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115829300968115181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115829300968115181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115829300968115181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn.html' title='Damn!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115760360301232815</id><published>2006-09-07T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:33:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wedding Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Today is the wedding anniversary of the two people who had pain-stakingly brought me into this getting-more-horrendous-by-day world. Happy 23rd Wedding Anniversary mama and papa! Gosh! 23 years and you guys are still married to each other? That's totally mind-boggling in today's modern marriages where the divorce rate is sky-rocketing,isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard indeed to find soul-mates in todays world. In those days, it is a simple matter of i love you...you love me and we are a happy family..(quoting from the infamous Barney song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a materialistic world, we have high expectations of our respective life partners, so the search will never end because nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me a guy who never strays from a relationship and will be loyal to the very end of my life and hell..i will marry him without even thinking twice! But you will never find that kind of guys nowadays because they are almost extinct...Ahh...the joy of surrendering ourselves to the simple pleasures in life..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope my parents will celebrate many more wedding anniversaries like this together because they are not sick and tired to look at each others' faces even after 23 years..he..he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama promised to treat us to KFC'c new variety bucket which includes the new Chick N Fingers. Who else need a real good treat if not me? Two days of sleep-deprivation and brain-cramming sessions had made me crave for the finer things in life like bingeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least my Political Science paper was better than my English paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115760360301232815?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115760360301232815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115760360301232815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115760360301232815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115760360301232815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Happy Wedding Anniversary!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115744987880186125</id><published>2006-09-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:36:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/untitled.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/untitled.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it! Steven Irwin had passed away yesterday morning. How did that happened? Why are good people taken away from this world so fast? I adored Steve. He was my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been the kind of person who cringe at the mere thought of animals. Animals are off-limits to me and it is one subject that i'd rather leave alone.After getting acquainted with Steve by being exposed to several of his mind-boggling programmes, I began to view animals in a different light altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild animals, reptiles especially, fascinate me.Snakes, iguanas and exotic spiders managed to capture my attention.Come to think of it, once, my sister, my mom and i happened to spot a long, black snake slittering in our backyard. Almost at once, they ran for their lives while i was the only one standing there, entralled by its sleek body. I even said,"Gorgeous!", in true Steve way. Thanks to Steve, i realized that not all snakes are poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in school, I would tell Rozie that I was going to run and catch a chameleon just like Steve. Or, stroke a snake and wound it around my neck as Steve does it. Our conversations would be peppered with talks of Steve Irwin, the man who worships animals. A true environmentalist. Steve is the main reason why i love Australia so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His accent was engaging and i love the way he says, "Gorgeous", even to the most ugliest creatures like the giant turtles.I wanted to meet him one day and tell him what a wonderful person he is. Now, that will never, ever happen , will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean sent me a wonderful text message the other day and i would like to it share with everyone."We're humans after all.So, it's up to our individual selves to make a mark in this world while we are still alive. I believe Steve Irwin did and in a way he's gained immortality in the minds of people".How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Terri, Bob and Bindi, i would like to express my heartfelt condolences. You guys gotta be strong!For the rest of us, let us put out hands and hearts together in wishing Steve Irwin a good afterlife. Your legacy will live on. You will be much missed by your loyal followers. The world had indeed lost a great person.May your soul rest in peace.Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115744987880186125?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115744987880186125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115744987880186125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115744987880186125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115744987880186125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-steve-irwin-crocodile.html' title='A Tribute To Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115736279670472827</id><published>2006-09-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:39:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sean.</title><content type='html'>Today, when i met Sean, he said to me,"I have something for you". I was rather surprised to hear that. "Something for me? But...," i tried to find the right words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then hastily struggled with his bag before fishing out a brand new, cute umbrella.He shoved it into my hand."Here you go. A token of my gratitude," he added with smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left speechless.I was very moved that i almost cried. Thank God i didn't.Sean, you shouldn't have done it. It has overwhelmed my heart with a flooding of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation and gratitude to name a few. I never expected a gift from a guy and here am i receiving it from one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong Sean. I like the umbrella very much but, man, you surprised me a lot with it. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's finals english paper sucks. I didn't even have sufficent time to revise and correct my essay. I know i wrote crap. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115736279670472827?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115736279670472827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115736279670472827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115736279670472827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115736279670472827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-sean.html' title='Thanks Sean.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115736092224208104</id><published>2006-09-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:14:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/malaysia220pxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/malaysia220pxl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh…it is the time of the year again. Independence day…or shall I say Merdeka Day instead? For many of us, the day has no meaning at all. It is just another holiday when you can catch your sleep. Am I right? I am quite sure that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka Day means a lot to me. Back in my schooling days, i was the only one who would welcome the Merdeka month with a smile on my lips. I was the only one who would sing all the patriotic songs with passion. My friends thought that I was a total weirdo. I don’t blame them. After all, how many young people who love their country can you find nowadays? Very few I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so patriotic that I would shed tears whenever a Merdeka related commercial appeared on TV.I even influenced my sisters to the extend that they share the same amount of patriotism as me, if not higher.Why? ,you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple. Where else should my love and patriotism direct if not to my beloved motherland, Malaysia? Where else I should pledge my loyalty if not to the land that had soaked my blood, tears and sweat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for this land is true. Only a true Malaysian would understand this. Sometimes I wish all of us would love this country as much as I do. I try to close my ears to the endless criticism. I want to banish all talk about dirty politics.Hell, my own friends ridicule the passion that I show for this country. I understand that they have to be me, to think like me.Sigh..why is it so hard to make people love their own country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this quote with my friends who think Indepence Day is not something that we should celebrate."The notion that a radical is one that hates his country is naive and usually idiotic. He is, more likely,one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime, he is a good citizen driven to despair". Ponder on dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot call yourself a true Malaysian just by flying the Jalur Gemilang in your house premises or your car windows. Fly the Jalur Gemilang in your respective hearts.Be Malaysians at heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115736092224208104?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115736092224208104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115736092224208104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115736092224208104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115736092224208104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115710697434692904</id><published>2006-09-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:37:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Rozie!!</title><content type='html'>22 years ago, on 31st August 1984, a new life emerged into this world. The little bundle of joy who was named Roshaini Renganathan, broke the stillness of the night with a loud wail at approximately 8.30pm . I had the pleasure of meeting her when we were both 13. We were mere acquaintances back then. I had my own set of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did she. Yet, we continued to acknowledge each other with a formality air that could make Queen Elizabeth herself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were 18, an unexplainable twist of fate placed her right next to me as my desk mate in our class. We got along so well right from the start. I was astonished when I found out that we share a lot in common. A heck lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak, act and hell..think alike too! Despite all this similarities, we still had our own differences and I believe that was the spice that had kept our friendship so alive all this while.Have you guys ever read the wonderful story called “Anne of Green Gables” by Lucy Maud Montgomery? In the story, Anne Shirley and Diana Barry are bosom buddies. We have developed an equally strong friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we had been through hell and back.We had shared happiness and shed tears when we were in the depths of misery. We had seen each other grow up from little teenage girls into women of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been such a wonderful part of my life. She had supported me during my silly tumbles and lifted me when my legs forgot how to walk. I am glad that I have found her. She has made a forever friend in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I hope we will grow old together and giggle helplessly whenever we think back about our crazy antics. Of course, by that time our hair will be all white and we will be surrounded by our grandkids. Imagine that! Such an horrendous thought, ain’t it? Ahh..the joy of being young again( Ok..i am exaggerating, but hell…who cares? I feel awfully old as it is!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s celebrate your birthday with a cold toast of vodka shall we? Here’s to many, many more wonderful years ahead! Cheers! Happy Birthday, Gurl!!!( I hope you liked the card that my little sister made for you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115710697434692904?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115710697434692904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115710697434692904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115710697434692904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115710697434692904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-rozie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Rozie!!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115684765158121718</id><published>2006-08-29T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:34:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce Knowles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/untitled%201.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/untitled%201.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/news2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/news2.2.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/knowles-beyonce-photo-xxl-beyonce-knowles-6226606.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/knowles-beyonce-photo-xxl-beyonce-knowles-6226606.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/knowles-beyonce-photo-beyonce-knowles-6226607.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/knowles-beyonce-photo-beyonce-knowles-6226607.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot, sexy and damn gorgeous! Do you guys know who am i talking about? Too bad if you can't guess. I am talking about Beyonce Knowles. Let me ramble about my first encounter with the songbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her song, "Baby Boy" featuring Sean Paul( an ultimate eye-candy!) before actually setting eyes on her. When i did set my eyes on her..man! She was what i would call a sight for sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a body to die for and i just love the beautiful hue and tone of her glowing skin. She has her own, personal style too. According to her, she just love huge, dangling earrings. She wears her earrings so frequently that it has become her trademark. She dresses remarkably well that she hardly gets caught by the unforgiving fashion police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i made personal contact with her. She is such a nice person in real life.She is not an arrogant diva like many of us may have thought.She likes to take long walks along the beach and she prefers quiet places.She even claims that she prefers flat sandals to high-heels! Imagine that! A perfect girl-next-door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that she has found her real match in Jay-Z. They look so good together.Jay-Z is very protective towards her. I do hope that they will get married real soon. Now, that would be really cool. Fancy having appeared in TV commercials, acted in movies,chosen as a fashion icon, winning oscars, releasing chart-topping albums and having a man whom she loves dearly by her side at such a tender age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the God of luck must have kissed her right on her lips. Young women should emulate her. As for Beyonce Knowles, continue weaving your success path, my dear girl. I am with you! (By the way, her new song featuring her beau titled,"Deja Vu" is super-duper romantic. I love it!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115684765158121718?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115684765158121718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115684765158121718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115684765158121718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115684765158121718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/beyonce-knowles.html' title='Beyonce Knowles.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115597299309715621</id><published>2006-08-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:54:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/5.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/6.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies that are directed by Karan Johar.They always seem to be filled with drama, romance and cool songs. Thus, my mates and i found ourselves perched onto our seats with over-brimming anticipation in our hearts in the cinema, yesterday.See, Karan Johar's new movie, Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna(Never Say Goodbye!) was released and i wanted to be among the first to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was engaging from the start, the cast, breathtaking. The line up of gorgeous people like Shah Rukh Khan(eye-candy!),Abiseck Bachan, Amitabh Batchan, Rani Mukeerji and Preity Zinta were enough to make one drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a story about two married couples who are not really in love and are married for the sake of being married only. This leads to a destructive marriage life. When the lead characters found their soul mates after their marriage, they consumate their forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end , they will be together despite all morale questions and cultural values.A symbol of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a damn good watch and it has a deep meaning. Never marry someone that you do not love. In the end the suffering will be more than the happiness. But i don't like the part where they consumated their romance. For God's sake, if you are not sure where the hell your romance is heading to, please hold your horses! Jumping straight into bed and sleeping with another man/woman ain't gonna solve your dillema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all..it was indeed a good watch. I would recommend it to anyone at any time of the day.It is especially a good watch for those who suspect that their marriage is falling apart. Keep love alive in your marriage.Only then, you will have an eternal marriage. A marriage made in heaven indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115597299309715621?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115597299309715621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115597299309715621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115597299309715621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115597299309715621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/kabhi-alvida-naa-kehna.html' title='Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna.'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115578971379188234</id><published>2006-08-17T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:03:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler Wannabe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/suraes.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/suraes.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the birthday of Adam Sandler. No, not the Hollywood hunk who starred in the latest movie, "Click". This is a wannabe. At least, i think so. Well, Addie (as i fondly refer to him) seems to think that the reason he was born in this world is to make others laugh. Pardon me Addie, but, i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;If i am a walking contradiction, then, he is a walking complication. Seriously, he is the most complicated person that i have ever met in my entire life. Sometimes i wonder why God made our paths meet.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;See, his character totally contradicts from mine. I am usually passive but only active when provoked. He, on the other hand, knows nothing about being passive. He is a person that brims with laughter, vitality and life. He is like the light that attracts the moths in the form of people. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Despite his bubliness, i still consider him as a person who has tasted the bitter part of life. He never told me anything about it, of course. He does not wish to give the impression that he is indeed a person with a scarred heart. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I recall reading somewhere that people who strive to make others laugh are those who are shouldering more sorrow than everyone else. I believe that whole-heartedly. I think Addie has a mysteriousness about him and that's where the complications start.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;He does not talk about emotions. He is not good in expressing his feelings. Isn't that a sad fact? Something that i find hard to digest. Something that i plan to change. Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;He may think that hiding his problems from the world is the best thing to do, but i think sharing it with a friend will halve it into two. He is so subtle about his personal life and private affairs that sometimes i wonder whether he is running away from the law. For all i know, he could be on the wanted list of the cops or even a serial rapist!(God forbid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Addie, if you are reading this, i just want to let you know that sometimes it is best to share your feelings with others. They will never think less of you.In fact, they will respect you more because you trust them with your darkest secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, just remember one thing, i will always be there for you. To be your happiness when you are sad and to be your light when you are drowning in the dark depths of misery. I will always lend you my shoulder for you to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, i wish we could develop a mutual understanding and respect for each other. Happy Birthday to you. Hope we will celebrate many more birthdays like this, together!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115578971379188234?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115578971379188234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115578971379188234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115578971379188234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115578971379188234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/adam-sandler-wannabe.html' title='Adam Sandler Wannabe..'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115536934641311430</id><published>2006-08-12T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:56:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5441/3502/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a devastating news a couple of weeks ago. It did not affect me personally but i was devastated nonetheless. It was a crisp, cold morning. Tiny droplets of rain danced in the air before collapsing onto the earth. I saw my neighbour rushing into my house to break the shocking news. She told us that the younger brother of a good friend had passed away early that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb-founded. I could not believe what i was hearing. Passed away? But that is not possible. He was only a mere child of 20. How could someone so young kiss goodbye to his mortal life that fast? There is something about deaths that always makes me think seriously about this important journey that we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us take all the little things in life for granted. Everyone seems to be rushing here and there, working their asses off just to earn money. Money has changed every single human to be greedy and materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how many of us sit down and count the beautiful stars at night? How many of us watch the gorgeous sunset? When was the last time you stopped to admire pretty flowers? When was the last time you danced in the rain? I believe almost none of us do these things anymore. I am proud to say that i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to get wet in the rain and i love mother nature's wonderful creations. The rainbow, the sun, the moon and the stars brings out the little child that resides in my heart. They are part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us ponder on something. Our lives on earth is temporary. I agree that money is important but, it will not buy us happiness and peace. It will not buy us love. Don't you think that we should embrace our humanity and for once live as if it is the last day of our lives? Our lives are too precious to be wasted and tossed upon like a meaningless paper on the mercy of a wicked breeze. Let us all appreciate life and start living. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the my friend's brother who passed away, i am still speechless over his death. He was a very nice person. Every time he sees me, he never failed to smile and say, " You look beautiful today". He always asks my opinions about his ever-changing hairstyles.Well, i guess, God loves him more than us, mere mortals. Marimuthu @ Siva , i hope your soul will rest in peace. You are much missed by your family members and friends. God bless you sacred soul.Goodbye, my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115536934641311430?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115536934641311430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115536934641311430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115536934641311430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115536934641311430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye, my friend!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32105944.post-115459004135700474</id><published>2006-08-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:26:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technologically-impaired but still blogging!</title><content type='html'>I own a blog. Finally! Honestly, i am so computer-illiterate (god save me!) that i wince everytime a computer related subject graze my everyday life. I never understood the workings of a computer. It is as complicated as mind-boggling additional mathematics question! Thus, it should not come as a surprise that until yesterday, my knowledge of blogging had been extremely shallow that a well-informed child would have laughed in disbelief at the existense of such a being like me. My technological-impairment has got nothing to do with ignorance. In fact, i am proud to say that i have devoured a thick edition of C++ for Dummies in an attempt to achieve flying colours in my computer exams. Let us leave the question of the fruit of the labour alone( don't even go there..haven't you heard enough about the saying that says "its the thought that counts?"). Computers will always be my bane because it leaves me in tangled perplexion.Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fascinated with words. I can't remember at which part of my life that i fell in love with words, but i am so glad that i did. Now, my world revolve around these msytical words. Such passionate is my affair with words that i want to scream out to the whole world about these wonderful creation of God. As amazing as words can be, i find it intimidating whenever i pen them down on papers. Somehow, whenever i write, i realized that i always write for someone else. There is this voice in my head that says "what will the person who is reading this will think of me?"..It is as if i am writing to impress them. I couldn't write with conviction and clarity just because i am not supposed to write like that. No honesty and definitely no freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason that i wanted to blog. I want to let the whole world know what lays deep in my heart without having to worry about their opinions. I want unlimited accessibility to words unimagined by the human mind. This is a revolutionary blog. One that transforms the conservative writer in me to to a writer that throws caution to the wind. (Warning: I might choose to use aggressive words, obscene even...beware!) So, here's a toast to the thriving success of my own blog, a place where i am not afraid to speak my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32105944-115459004135700474?l=notoriousrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115459004135700474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32105944&amp;postID=115459004135700474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115459004135700474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32105944/posts/default/115459004135700474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notoriousrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/technologically-impaired-but-still.html' title='Technologically-impaired but still blogging!'/><author><name>Notorious Rebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18207130383408162575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
