<?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-5632664</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:05:40.941+08:00</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='list'/><category term='book'/><category term='booksactually'/><title type='text'>:: false nostalgia ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>720</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-504541649345943936</id><published>2010-02-11T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:33:10.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>macro of my mehndi hand</title><summary type='text'>macro of my mehndi handOriginally uploaded by darcitananda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/504541649345943936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=504541649345943936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/504541649345943936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/504541649345943936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/macro-of-my-mehndi-hand.html' title='macro of my mehndi hand'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/1072346683_303a0cc0db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7748774339385959754</id><published>2009-10-17T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:21:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm only happy when it rains.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7748774339385959754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7748774339385959754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7748774339385959754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7748774339385959754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-only-happy-when-it-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4968736186224560494</id><published>2009-04-11T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:39:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4968736186224560494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4968736186224560494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4968736186224560494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4968736186224560494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4658862646403689519</id><published>2008-12-18T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:37:44.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jason Mraz 2008 Year End</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4658862646403689519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4658862646403689519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4658862646403689519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4658862646403689519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/jason-mraz-2008-year-end.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-333412904339714015</id><published>2008-12-15T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:33:08.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samsung e700</title><summary type='text'>samsung e700Originally uploaded by yateean update on life in a tuition city: NO STUDYING.i'm in love with zadie smith. i believe i write mostly character-driven stories, and hers are the most intimate ones so far. not in a sexual or sensual sort of way, but a more intuitive style.it's like she KNOWS you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/333412904339714015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=333412904339714015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/333412904339714015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/333412904339714015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/samsung-e700.html' title='samsung e700'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/3110026889_bb10af7a10_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1611471362481236675</id><published>2008-12-09T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:38:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a reply i came up with on FB in response to someone's question of forgiveness in Islam. i think this applies more to me than anyone else. i need to return to Him and seek forgiveness."It hardly seems just or merciful that one good deed wipes out ten bad deeds. How can one be compared or weighted more or less than the other?"How do you define the terms 'good deeds' and 'bad deeds'? Assuming that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1611471362481236675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1611471362481236675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1611471362481236675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1611471362481236675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/reply-i-came-up-with-on-fb-in-response.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4913311373743740387</id><published>2008-12-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:58:58.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to watch muallaf tomorrow.muallaf: One who converts to Islam."Muallaf" and Rohana's numbers."Some Singaporeans on facebook have been discussing the numbers which Rohana cited in "Muallaf", every time the poor girl got a little upset. This, to me, is extremely exciting.Much earlier on, a lovely Japanese young lady named Sawaka watched "Muallaf" in Tokyo. Soon after, she emailed me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4913311373743740387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4913311373743740387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4913311373743740387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4913311373743740387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-watch-muallaf-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2698316388753038921</id><published>2008-11-30T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:29:46.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked into the Singapore Art Museum today. I saw two exhibitions that really made an impact.Exhibition One:HEARTLANDS: Home and Nation in the Art of Ong Kim Seng"Always the structures," she thinks. "Always the buildings and how good, how tall, how new, how old they are. Men and their buildings. Man and build-ings."She approached the painting of an apartment level with 2 women and 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2698316388753038921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2698316388753038921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2698316388753038921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2698316388753038921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-walked-into-singapore-art-museum.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/STKw_tIK7FI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HGNThK_dk70/s72-c/1224142679_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7798472308857177638</id><published>2008-11-08T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:15:56.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>message to authorities</title><summary type='text'>message to authoritiesOriginally uploaded by nuruL  H.found on one the walls in the 'dungeon' in NUS. people power = chalk scribbles on the skin of the institutions that suppress them?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7798472308857177638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7798472308857177638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7798472308857177638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7798472308857177638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-to-authorities.html' title='message to authorities'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3012619358_8bd92ec42a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8533667046098207779</id><published>2008-11-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:50:03.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics |  - There’s a Fine, Fine Line lyrics</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8533667046098207779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8533667046098207779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8533667046098207779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8533667046098207779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/lyrics-theres-fine-fine-line-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2972325759909680608</id><published>2008-10-29T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:53:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Originally uploaded by yateeThis is the story of a girl and a boy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2972325759909680608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2972325759909680608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2972325759909680608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2972325759909680608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/originally-uploaded-by-yatee-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2983531675_86a59362af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7615860598693903543</id><published>2008-10-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:32:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Andersen's Tales - An Introduction by Isak Dinesen    Hans Andersen died before I was born, yet I have the feeling that I know him well, and that he has been a friend of mine.    When I was a little girl and had been put to bed in the evening, my old Nurse used to read one of his tales to me - when I grew up and was married, she gave me a nice, bright-red copy of them with both her and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7615860598693903543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7615860598693903543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7615860598693903543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7615860598693903543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/andersens-tales-introduction-by-isak.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2344298209515181452</id><published>2008-10-09T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:49:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i lay in your arms, temple to temple, eyes to the flickering screen.when my eyes find yours in the dark.when your sigh escapes from my lips, in the silence.when you look down to me with an absent-minded smile.when my fingers trace down the length of your arm.Oh yeah, I'll tell you somethingI think you'll understandAnd when I say that somethingI want to hold your hand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2344298209515181452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2344298209515181452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2344298209515181452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2344298209515181452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah-ill-tell-you-something-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7466548600737720155</id><published>2008-10-04T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:02:32.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>04:20Jin, I've been thinking... there are too many bad things, so many sad things, so many that we become blind to all the good things we already have in our lives.My feelings for you have never changed. Even if you still like to spend hours mopping the floor or shaking your legs when you're happy or picking out the basil from your fried rice.Even if you want to dream or want to have a tail, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7466548600737720155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7466548600737720155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7466548600737720155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7466548600737720155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/0420-jin-ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7836753706214864854</id><published>2008-09-27T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:37:57.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while.work is slowly getting enjoyable. am still on super dynamo alert mode in terms of office politics. ears tuned in, mouth wide shut.colleagues are quite cool. but i'm not sure if they're gonna be around after i finish my nie training. gosh. being a teacher is like juggling not only the nature of your work but also your personalities. i switch from yaya to ms hayati to yati and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7836753706214864854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7836753706214864854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7836753706214864854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7836753706214864854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7868628658885663564</id><published>2008-09-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:19:21.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love my new google homepage!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7868628658885663564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7868628658885663564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7868628658885663564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7868628658885663564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-new-google-homepage.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SMntk_psgYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NyEVctFjs4c/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-9007278788427656596</id><published>2008-09-12T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:45:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The numbers on my wristwatch tell me I've been left behind, my thoughts wrapped around me like a fuzzy cloud of grey.Life has gone on without me, as you have. I stand here, dumb, thinking of you. Always thoughts of you pierce through the silence like a comet in the midnight sky. Burning in the inky depths which are my thoughts.Yet I stand here, mute and invisible. I yearn to turn away, to move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9007278788427656596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=9007278788427656596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/9007278788427656596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/9007278788427656596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/numbers-on-my-wristwatch-tell-me-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7731069112837689226</id><published>2008-09-07T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:18:41.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things We’d Really Like to Learn in UniPosted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008Topic: Local NewsSo our 3 universities are planning major changes to their programmes to make themselves more attractive to students.But then, their plans include things like “an interdisciplinary approach to engineering”, “fundamentals in design and management” and “creative producing”. Sian chi pua, man!Why don’t they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7731069112837689226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7731069112837689226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7731069112837689226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7731069112837689226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-wed-really-like-to-learn-in-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7294470267196670231</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:03:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmhmm. online spree i had. [ONE] lace-trim slip in slip in blue. [ONE] pair of rain boots in pink crest. [ONE] giggly yaya.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7294470267196670231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7294470267196670231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7294470267196670231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7294470267196670231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SL6UnxPPjeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qqBupoXqeCY/s72-c/vs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-347411153034623120</id><published>2008-08-17T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:57:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i said.Lazy Sunday?      I wish it was.Full of work- I wishIt'd pause!he said.Hickory Dickory Dock.Yati went up the clock.The clock struck One,Yati fell down,Hickory Dickory Dock.and i said.Yati Noti sat on a wall.Yati Noti had a great fall.Wawa came by and ...bwak bwak bwak bwakCouldn't put Yati together again.matter has it rough.so i saidLazy Sunday?      I wish it was.Full of work- I wishIt'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/347411153034623120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=347411153034623120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/347411153034623120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/347411153034623120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7126349138960460411</id><published>2008-08-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:39:12.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr.lonely on a picnicOriginally uploaded by Nescafe_kwDear RsI would like to go on a picnic.i need to plan, prepare, organise, execute. I need to execute.The picnic will happen. You will make time. We will sit by the lake and take pictures and talk and doodle and laugh and sleep.I will plan, prepare, organise and execute. You will show up.I love you too.B.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7126349138960460411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7126349138960460411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7126349138960460411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7126349138960460411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/mrlonely-on-picnic.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/418432663_4e09ac1f5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8453143149797724426</id><published>2008-07-31T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:22:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so it's been almost two weeks. work has been... mmm. the learning curve was really quite steep the first few days. it's getting better now but i need to pay attention to little clues. i've learnt not to rely on a friend to pass on the msg. since he didn't the last time. and it was bad.i miss my holidays already. the Rs are busy with work and school. time spent working=time spent sleeping for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8453143149797724426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8453143149797724426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8453143149797724426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8453143149797724426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-its-been-almost-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SJEE6FTDk9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/YpnERycFWv0/s72-c/P1100449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4191021367228749357</id><published>2008-07-23T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:14:26.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>il m'aime.... non?What Sarah Said - Deathcab for Cutie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4191021367228749357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4191021367228749357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4191021367228749357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4191021367228749357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-maime.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-651470676344522091</id><published>2008-07-20T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:15:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this the way it's supposed to be?Upside Down- Jack Johnson, Curious George OST</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/651470676344522091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=651470676344522091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/651470676344522091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/651470676344522091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-way-its-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6603350778519235987</id><published>2008-07-18T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:21:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sex on foreign shores: A whiff of hypocrisy John BradleyFri, Jul 18, 2008The Straits Times NOTHING is more guaranteed to whip the British media into a frenzy than the plight of a white, middle-class British woman holed up in a grubby prison cell in a Muslim country.Especially if the reason for her arrest is the result of the transgression of strict sexual or religious mores.Hence the blanket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6603350778519235987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6603350778519235987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6603350778519235987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6603350778519235987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-on-foreign-shores-whiff-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6942885596477429013</id><published>2008-07-17T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:10:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nyu@nus llm programi'm tired of having people come by the office to ask about things we either have no information about (because NYU will decide on certain details on admission only in September this year) or that are clearly stated on the website.so please. have a look. up there. in bold.dinner party later =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6942885596477429013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6942885596477429013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6942885596477429013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6942885596477429013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyunus-llm-program-im-tired-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5648416329765953349</id><published>2008-07-15T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:35:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5648416329765953349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5648416329765953349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5648416329765953349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5648416329765953349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SHuAX5v2eQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ir-QBSi-Ps8/s72-c/IMG_1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8246049454435137644</id><published>2008-07-11T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:32:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel like i'm on the verge of something ... but it slips away when i turn towards it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8246049454435137644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8246049454435137644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8246049454435137644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8246049454435137644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-on-verge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SHd81JyBKiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ve8ge3IiqnA/s72-c/n227701005_459816_2924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8505276284132743810</id><published>2008-07-10T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:08:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing on top of trees</title><summary type='text'>playing on top of treesOriginally uploaded by nuruL  H.more to come later.fun on top of trees and in the sun.laughter, memories and shutter speed. graduation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8505276284132743810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8505276284132743810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8505276284132743810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8505276284132743810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/playing-on-top-of-trees.html' title='playing on top of trees'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2655641876_65f808dee3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6152013882212438901</id><published>2008-07-10T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:46:11.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One other query: as we have students from over 20 different countries, we have a few Muslims in our midst. Are your meats such as chicken and beef obtained from halal suppliers? We would like to be aware in case our Muslim students check with us. In our midst?! I raised an eyebrow when I read this email. No offence intended I'm sure but gosh would it rub a few individuals the wrong way!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6152013882212438901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6152013882212438901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6152013882212438901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6152013882212438901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-other-query-as-we-have-students.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1777704630633099692</id><published>2008-07-08T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:49:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One More Time, One More Chance - Yamazaki Masayoshiyouth day was excellent for me. good day at work, 2 hours of hard core cycling and many moments by the beach, drinking in the seabreeze.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1777704630633099692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1777704630633099692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1777704630633099692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1777704630633099692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-time-one-more-chance-yamazaki.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-576512854020276703</id><published>2008-07-06T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:20:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bbq was awesome. both actually.the 4th of July bbq at work was quite awkward but fun =) the students were all loosening up and I'm sooo glad the caterers did an awesome job :D i spent days calling different caterers for the specific menu we wanted. simon made it a point to say he had a blast altho i think he just said that to make me feel better. anita's daughter is so fun to be with- she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/576512854020276703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=576512854020276703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/576512854020276703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/576512854020276703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/bbq-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SG-rOCAy5JI/AAAAAAAAAUk/marf4Sdk7Fg/s72-c/IMG_5333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6091790562800027780</id><published>2008-06-27T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:35:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little bit of random for today. TGIF!Location: NYU OfficeMood: BlissfulLips: Kiehl's Lip Gloss in Pink Rider, Lip Balm #1 in PearFragrance: Showtime, Kylie MinogueNail polish: Expresso your style, OPI's Deliciously Dark CollectionHair: New bouncy bob with even bouncier bangsShoes: Blackpool in Silver, ALDOFood craving: Buffalo WingsDessert craving: Godiva Hot ChocolateMakeup craving: Super luxe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6091790562800027780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6091790562800027780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6091790562800027780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6091790562800027780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/mood-blissful-lips-kiehls-lip-gloss-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1714368969936255823</id><published>2008-06-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:33:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm addicted to the sun now. =) i love love love my friends. the bbq went awesome and sentosa is just perfect. observing new ppl meet each other is so interesting whee.so proud of myself for cycling down the length of sentosa. was super tiring and damn did my bum hurt. but i impressed ridz and ok i freaked out ramlee lol but my braking skills are legendary now.shall cycle more. ridz has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1714368969936255823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1714368969936255823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1714368969936255823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1714368969936255823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-im-addicted-to-sun-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SGSQ_TlDsWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZjDak0JHyD0/s72-c/sentosa2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8959226043503909849</id><published>2008-06-22T16:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:15:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and more pictures to describe my past month or so. i'm graduating! woot! yvonne and i are gonna collect our gowns this wednesday... and you know it's gonna turn into a cam whore session.i got these from the ultra rock DVD rara made with allll our pictures. love this one! right at the beginning when we got stuck at the causeway and i had to run out of the bus in the middle of the honking traffic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8959226043503909849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8959226043503909849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8959226043503909849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8959226043503909849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-more-pictures-to-describe-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SF4JZjJif_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZSAA6HF1p-M/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7248181619223783909</id><published>2008-06-18T23:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:00:32.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think this final AY has been the worst i've had but the holidays that followed really made up for it. bali is incredible. absolutely undeniably incredible. i think it surprised me more than the fact that i had fun with my family.let's see... list of surprises:- that i actually went snorkelling in the open ocean- i went natural rockclimbing/trekking which really was quite dangerous come to think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7248181619223783909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7248181619223783909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7248181619223783909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7248181619223783909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-this-final-ay-has-been-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SFkxnGcbqmI/AAAAAAAAATU/fz6ZwHDRRrI/s72-c/DSC_2620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1635060324973779340</id><published>2008-06-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:10:11.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're notBaby when I know you're only sorry you got caughtBut you put on quite a showYou really had me goin'But now it's time to goCurtains finally closin'That was quite a showVery entertainin'But it's over nowGo on and take a bowAnd the award for the best liar goes to youFor makin' me believeThat you could beFaithful to meLet's hear your speechHow bout a round</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1635060324973779340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1635060324973779340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1635060324973779340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1635060324973779340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-dont-tell-me-youre-sorry-cuz-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1699684282947156016</id><published>2008-06-08T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:38:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Map - Costa Sands Sentosa (Siloso Beach)Directions:- Take the shuttle or monorail to Sentosa.- If taking monorail, alight at Beach Station and walk or take the tram.- If taking the Siloso Beach Tram, alight at stop 3 and walk towards Costa Sands.- If lost and near tears, ring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1699684282947156016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1699684282947156016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1699684282947156016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1699684282947156016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/google-map-costa-sands-sentosa-siloso.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SFTU7OQ-o2I/AAAAAAAAASE/nwipHvQyY38/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7748190711134047913</id><published>2008-06-07T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:08:22.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She tried not to grin.“I’ll be there in an hour. Any chance you can wait? Will you be breathing til then?”Yes. Yes of course you silly git. I will always wait for you. Always breathe for you. Always.Her thoughts were in a whirl, tinged with blush and the rosy complexion of joy. He was going to just show up and… and… feed her.She didn’t mean to turn last night’s conversation into a rescue mission.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7748190711134047913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7748190711134047913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7748190711134047913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7748190711134047913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-tried-not-to-grin.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1737041098554429508</id><published>2008-06-04T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:28:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this movie made me think quite a lot. definitely recommended. i find it slightly irritating that it is identified as an "Islamic" film. nobody calls SATC a "heretic" film, or Seventh Heaven a "Christian" series. nobody in his right mind anyway.Ayat-ayat Cinta is a romance. the world is just not used to seeing women in hijab and men who observe the seemingly archaic practice of saving his heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1737041098554429508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1737041098554429508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1737041098554429508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1737041098554429508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-movie-made-me-think-quite-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SEajwbuJNvI/AAAAAAAAARk/W1_l95vVK9c/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2899060680609117522</id><published>2008-06-02T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:11:11.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua Jensen-Nagle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2899060680609117522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2899060680609117522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2899060680609117522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2899060680609117522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/joshua-jensen-nagle.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SEOOo7uJNrI/AAAAAAAAARE/9CRfq6xB3BY/s72-c/4203_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7905993928730401562</id><published>2008-06-01T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:08:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Originally uploaded by kwikzilver. sex and the city The Movie made me cry.more than once. bittersweet. pure hurt. shared joy. i was glad cloud was next to me. that distant but reassuring presence. never once a hint of acknowledging my Emo self, but the pause at the end to wait for me while I spend a few seconds in my seat wiping away the tears meant a lot. maybe his distance prevents me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7905993928730401562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7905993928730401562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7905993928730401562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7905993928730401562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/originally-uploaded-by-kwikzilver.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/72162638_858244b56f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-835093690073925335</id><published>2008-05-31T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:15:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I've even wonderedIf we should be getting under these sheetsWe could lie in this bed but it's empty.It's empty.-The Click FiveWhen you goWould you have the guts to say"I don't love you like I loved youYesterday" -My Chemical RomanceNow you think that Iwill be something on the sidebut you got to understandthat i need a manwho can take my hand yes i doI don't know what this isbut you got me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/835093690073925335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=835093690073925335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/835093690073925335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/835093690073925335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-ive-even-wondered-if-we-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1360840677857058426</id><published>2008-05-30T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:42:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my GOD. oh my GOD.am i for-shizzle-seriously graduating with a CAP of 4.0? NO BALLS! for real?!! am i a 2nd UPPER?!! ^$#@%%@&amp;@#$!@%$&amp; no shit!ok. stay tuned to next time when she exercises her S/U option and tries to make this REAL like for real?! like omg for real?!*am freaking out because this was not supposed to happen. not during the worse time of my life. oh no no. happy? yes.*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1360840677857058426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1360840677857058426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1360840677857058426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1360840677857058426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SD-FNc_idEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/X29NcIFIoGg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5681026017083027076</id><published>2008-05-29T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:25:07.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maafkan bila ku tak sempurnaCinta ini tak mungkin ku cegahAyat-ayat cinta berceritaCintaku padamuBila bahagia mulai menyentuhSeakan ku bisa hidup lebih lamaNamun harus ku tinggalkan cintaKetika ku bersujudtranslation:Forgive me when I'm imperfectI cannot give up on this loveThe letters tell the storyof my love for youWhen happiness begins to touch meIt's as if I could live longerBut I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5681026017083027076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5681026017083027076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5681026017083027076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5681026017083027076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/maafkan-bila-ku-tak-sempurna-cinta-ini.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5159347950355487897</id><published>2008-05-27T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:32:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>could she actually be tired of sex?no. sex is brill. what was it then? watching sex and the city increased the distance between the idealised sex life and the reality of it all; sex is only exciting when it's with someone new.that's ridiculous. sleeping around is not only unsafe, it's actually tiresome too. going from one dick to another, adapting to its needs, its wants, its demands. oh she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5159347950355487897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5159347950355487897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5159347950355487897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5159347950355487897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/could-she-actually-be-tired-of-sex-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4883679440777085784</id><published>2008-05-20T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:50:43.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The man was about six inches in front of the woman, strolling carelessly, while she bore on with greater purpose, only turning her head now and then to see that the children were not too far behind. The man kept this distance in front of the woman purposely, though perhaps unconsciously, for he wished to go on with his thoughts. "Fifteen years ago I came here with Lily," he thought. "We sat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4883679440777085784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4883679440777085784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4883679440777085784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4883679440777085784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-was-about-six-inches-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5357210332337656749</id><published>2008-05-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:07:11.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the birds are sleepingThat's when the trees singYou left your winter clothes,And your teeth marks in my skin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5357210332337656749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5357210332337656749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5357210332337656749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5357210332337656749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-birds-are-sleeping-thats-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3837433265707615802</id><published>2008-05-14T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:41:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a preview of more lovely things to come. blessed be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3837433265707615802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3837433265707615802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3837433265707615802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3837433265707615802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/preview-of-more-lovely-things-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SCrrjeR2gFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S_zANJza5IE/s72-c/IMG_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6454265075086392248</id><published>2008-05-09T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:20:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she twiddles her toes in the soft surf.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6454265075086392248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6454265075086392248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6454265075086392248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6454265075086392248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-twiddles-her-toes-in-soft-surf.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SCBuACwhLxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/F5izvcWcx_U/s72-c/IMG_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5989474733815978843</id><published>2008-05-08T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:00:31.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Originally uploaded by yatee. If I can’t say I love youWill you turn and walk away?When I don’t look straight at youWould you think I’m cheating?If I won’t call you my dream guyWill your heart be broken?I don’t think you’re perfect and yetYou’re the best I’ve ever had.My dreams are fantasyMy man- mere virtualityWhen my lashes fallIt’s because you miss me.How can I not love you, who loves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5989474733815978843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5989474733815978843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5989474733815978843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5989474733815978843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/originally-uploaded-by-yatee.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2474713783_a9e2800ee1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3843441516396178269</id><published>2008-05-05T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:48:01.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how was i supposed to know that?more evidence that i have some not-so-buried aggression in me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3843441516396178269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3843441516396178269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3843441516396178269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3843441516396178269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-was-i-supposed-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6204685477840880387</id><published>2008-05-05T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:00:57.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It was him not fighting for me. I gave him the ultimatum and he let me walk away. I didn't want a life separate from Luke, and that's all he could give me. It's like Luke is driving a car and I just want to be in the passenger seat. He's locked the door and I have to hold onto the bumper. I am not even asking him to open the door for me, just leave it unlocked and say come in, but he didn't do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6204685477840880387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6204685477840880387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6204685477840880387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6204685477840880387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-him-not-fighting-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5024700507129194983</id><published>2008-05-04T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:25:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>out of the self-created chaos, iliveto see youlook back.- Napoleon: Shaving at Austerlitz by Tony Scherman as seen on alko =) merci. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5024700507129194983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5024700507129194983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5024700507129194983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5024700507129194983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-self-created-chaos-i-live-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/SB2NrywhLwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kq80xOb1GLU/s72-c/97919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1931705821280716823</id><published>2008-05-03T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:41:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a scratch on the wrist;welt forms.bubbles blowacrossthe driftingfields ofsleep.~nay i do not close them.nayi remain afloat.~afloat thy remains, but only for a moment.and in that moment,lies a thousand reflections.~and wherefore the others?~ there are no others; just the one.~fool. deception.the others are grounded.~ mere patches of wet.faded reminders of what oncedancedin the wind.ground.i like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1931705821280716823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1931705821280716823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1931705821280716823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1931705821280716823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/scratch-on-wrist-welt-forms.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8266034681431467797</id><published>2008-05-02T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:29:59.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the talent portion of the competition, I will...lecture people on the philosophical aspects of the study of our culture in terms of production and consumption in the imagined space of nationalism. when the judges fall asleep i'll draw on their faces.i tell ya... FB brings out the weird in me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8266034681431467797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8266034681431467797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8266034681431467797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8266034681431467797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-talent-portion-of-competition-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7050028371314380868</id><published>2008-05-02T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:20:06.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know how long I've waited?To look up, from belowJust to find someone like youAnd will your love light burn me, baby?Burn a hole right through my heartI think I might just trust you maybeBut I'm not sure- The Used</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7050028371314380868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7050028371314380868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7050028371314380868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7050028371314380868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-know-how-long-ive-waited-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4070194975167285445</id><published>2008-05-02T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:39:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's so many times I've let you downSo many times I've played aroundI'll tell you now, they don't mean a thingEvery place I go, I think of youEvery song I sing, I sing for youWhen I come back I'll wear your wedding ringSo kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go-Chantal Kreviazuk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4070194975167285445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4070194975167285445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4070194975167285445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4070194975167285445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-so-many-times-ive-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1168085549456735175</id><published>2008-04-29T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:39:38.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Consider these 2 stories. Which is closer to yours?You wake up everyday and work from Monday to Friday, and often, Saturday too. If you finish work early, you and your partner go to your parents’ place for dinner and see your child for a few hours. If you work late, you buy a packet of char kway teow from the hawker centre but eat it at home because it’s too warm to eat there. You’re not crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1168085549456735175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1168085549456735175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1168085549456735175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1168085549456735175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/consider-these-2-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8480061599332739224</id><published>2008-04-29T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:46:44.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you wanna piece of me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8480061599332739224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8480061599332739224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8480061599332739224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8480061599332739224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-wanna-piece-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-132340066961964584</id><published>2008-04-27T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:10:44.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fragrance wafting in the breeze, tickling her nose. the bus is nowhere in sight. she squints up to the sky, trying to judge the time. maybe an hour, probably less. she shifts her weight to her right foot, panic threatening to flood her senses."do not walk the streets after sunset. nobody leaves the Home after dark."her carrier suddenly feels like a tonne of bricks, and a flutter up her chest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/132340066961964584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=132340066961964584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/132340066961964584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/132340066961964584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/fragrance-wafting-in-breeze-tickling.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8370804977085542713</id><published>2008-04-24T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:45:12.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>earphones plugged in. closer now. your scent lightly tickles my nose. burger breath. laughter surrounds. never felt this way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8370804977085542713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8370804977085542713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8370804977085542713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8370804977085542713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-go-and-listen-itll-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6434507470478804117</id><published>2008-04-23T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:32:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pieces do not fit.fear, a steady threat that lingers longafter.a clench deep in the heart of things.fragments of beauty lay public privately awaiting their burial.hard. a hardening. stand.the pieces that do not fit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6434507470478804117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6434507470478804117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6434507470478804117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6434507470478804117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/pieces-do-not-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5259360304639834899</id><published>2008-04-13T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:23:23.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Originally uploaded by velco. all i can do is keep breathing.i'm busy making plans and trying to finish my very overdue essays. i love writing essays. just not now.what's new? i'm taking up ballet. honestly. :)i've never done anything serious when it comes to dance. but i think it's time i do. i never thought i would be a competitive climber. but i was.ridz is teasing me with my birthday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5259360304639834899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5259360304639834899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5259360304639834899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5259360304639834899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/originally-uploaded-by-velco.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2385222404_2b1fe60cd1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-823136904093786830</id><published>2008-04-11T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:30:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conditions are P E R F E C T.i have 3 hours to write 2 essays, collect cupcakes and show up merry at a party. You know it ain't gonna happen. But i'm happy. I still bristle when i think about *** but i think i'm better off. thank you to damien and kiat han for being so frank about things. i know i rock. i know im awesome. i just forget sometimes.my final presentation in my capacity as an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/823136904093786830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=823136904093786830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/823136904093786830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/823136904093786830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/conditions-are-p-e-r-f-e-c-t.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1932119868710633676</id><published>2008-04-09T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:40:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm free.thank you Cloud.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1932119868710633676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1932119868710633676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1932119868710633676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1932119868710633676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3107455333676508233</id><published>2008-04-08T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:38:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I was a flower growing wild and freeAll I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.And if I was a tree growing tall and greeenAll I'd want is you to shade me and be my leavesI know. I have ADD.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3107455333676508233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3107455333676508233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3107455333676508233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3107455333676508233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-was-flower-growing-wild-and-free.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1350656518931992300</id><published>2008-04-08T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:24:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more vid-fun! when i was 12 years old, my friends and I hoisted our pinafore-d selves over the school gates and went to catch R+J. it was my first movie ever, and it thrilled me. i believed in love after this. i was 12 years old and i fell in love with love.and i still am. no matter what. it still gives me the shivers watching this.c'est vrai que amour est belle.my only love sprung from my only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1350656518931992300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1350656518931992300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1350656518931992300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1350656518931992300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-vid-fun-when-i-was-12-years-old-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8942906987350519250</id><published>2008-04-08T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:02:45.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy ROCKS !!</title><summary type='text'>     Grey's Anatomy ROCKS !!    Originally uploaded by ● ღ ● Dhn3ood.Q6r ● ღ ● Happy New Year. “I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”-Dr. Meredith Grey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8942906987350519250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8942906987350519250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8942906987350519250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8942906987350519250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/grey-anatomy-rocks.html' title='Grey&amp;#39;s Anatomy ROCKS !!'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/504341608_c52afc82a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5815059736619635618</id><published>2008-04-07T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:21:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a presence that follows me. A friendly face; a trusting hand brushing against mine. It sees everything I see, it feels everything I feel, it smells everything I smell. When the aches come, I turn to it, a displaced memory, and seek solace. When the aches come, I bury my face in its shoulder as its fingers trace familiar patterns on my quivering back. If I am still long enough, a voice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5815059736619635618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5815059736619635618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5815059736619635618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5815059736619635618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-presence-that-follows-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8631574074096759407</id><published>2008-04-06T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:39:02.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah... excuse the youtube explosion. i love her voice. she's been in my favourites for ages and well... her version of the lovely song makes it more real. don'tcha think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8631574074096759407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8631574074096759407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8631574074096759407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8631574074096759407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3097077674467090514</id><published>2008-04-06T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:05:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>accuse me of being melodramatic. go on.it's easier to think of you as dead. will anyone love you for who you are, as much?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3097077674467090514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3097077674467090514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3097077674467090514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3097077674467090514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-easier-to-think-of-you-as-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3765941067730826985</id><published>2008-04-05T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:22:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Hidden Life    Originally uploaded by Shutterhack. the trip is confirmed. rara was asking if we should buy new swimsuits. nah. i'm good with my old one.i was reading 'glory season' today and it helps to immerse yourself in another world. we shared that belief once, that sometimes losing yourself in a book is more enjoyable that reading itself."In other days, she felt one special reaction, on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3765941067730826985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3765941067730826985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3765941067730826985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3765941067730826985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/hidden-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1375/1477781613_7243347955_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5392827903362741729</id><published>2008-04-05T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:28:11.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey there (: just finished watching part 3 of band of brothers.thinking of you and how you'll probably read this tonight when you swoop down on your lil mac and ravage the emails as usual.i was wondering, if you'd be proud of me if i were one of them, them soldiers, fighting some useless war- or maybe you'd be bitter or somesuch. i dont know. there're so many other ways to make you proud of me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5392827903362741729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5392827903362741729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5392827903362741729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5392827903362741729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-there-just-finished-watching-part-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7907296199159875555</id><published>2008-04-04T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:54:56.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     29A    Originally uploaded by polka::dotty. my favourite. i don't know why. could it be the triple exposure? =)or could it be the reassuring presence of the shoulder, the bench which promises happy exchanges and, underneath it all, the well-defined cracks set in stone?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7907296199159875555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7907296199159875555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7907296199159875555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7907296199159875555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/2379892396_32269128fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-6739507220856041034</id><published>2008-04-04T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:54:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a hardness to his voice that was unfamiliar to her. The cold indifference in his glazed eyes struck her, forcing her to take in the firm jaw, the erect neck, the tense shoulders, slightly turned away from her own unfocused gaze.She watched the bird flutter up high on the ledge. It twittered. As it flew, she recalled part of a song they used to sing. Fragments of a lost past that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6739507220856041034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=6739507220856041034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6739507220856041034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/6739507220856041034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-was-hardness-to-his-voice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7866390110414767488</id><published>2008-04-01T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:14:58.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You and me have seen everything to seeFrom Bangkok to CalgaryAnd the soles of your shoes are all worn downThe time for sleep is nowIt's nothing to cry aboutCause we'll hold each other soonThe blackest of rooms-Deathcab for Cutie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7866390110414767488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7866390110414767488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7866390110414767488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7866390110414767488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-and-me-have-seen-everything-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8355963970108685939</id><published>2008-03-31T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:13:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waking up in your arms with a smile ~ the memory still haunts me. your warm touch on my cheek as i cry ~ the shivering shroud of what was.i curled up in my mom's bed and cried on her shoulder for i can't remember how long. i forgot that i still have a mommy. i think it's more devastating to lose your best friend. to lose that support you've leaned on for so long. to suddenly turn around and see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8355963970108685939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8355963970108685939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8355963970108685939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8355963970108685939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-curled-up-in-my-moms-bed-and-cried-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5504674809819945373</id><published>2008-03-29T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:13:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5504674809819945373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5504674809819945373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5504674809819945373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5504674809819945373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2090588161521988832</id><published>2008-03-29T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:43:30.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2090588161521988832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2090588161521988832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2090588161521988832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2090588161521988832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1447641436441445199</id><published>2008-03-29T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:41:19.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my break up movie. this is what i cry over. this is what i want my life to be like. i want to be given a chance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1447641436441445199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1447641436441445199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1447641436441445199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1447641436441445199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-break-up-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/R-5G1AYSGvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/31yVCKyJems/s72-c/448471423_19a7219ff2_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-1991326176161225553</id><published>2008-03-29T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:19:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss climbing! i know.. i went last week.. but that was real short cuz we were busy taking care of the residents. nyeah.i miss ben too. he doesn't miss me as much. as much. i realise i see us everywhere. every single place. i'm trying to move on since he has his other preoccupations so he's all yeay. i can't tell if he's suppressing what he feels for me because of this greater need. i can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1991326176161225553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=1991326176161225553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1991326176161225553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/1991326176161225553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-climbing-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/R-4IIAYSGuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/T8ufcJLfmAY/s72-c/2369978989_fd1288f844_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-581661093523874690</id><published>2008-03-28T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:52:34.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love onceTipped the scales but now is shadowed, invisible,Though mysteriously present, around somewhere.But we know it cannot be sandwichedBetween two adjacent moments, that its windingsLead nowhere except to further tributariesAnd that these empty themselves into a vagueSense of something that can never be knownEven though it seems likely that each of usKnows what it is and is capable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/581661093523874690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=581661093523874690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/581661093523874690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/581661093523874690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-once-tipped-scales-but-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5932499858836714122</id><published>2008-03-27T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:48:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness. fades. slowly.</title><summary type='text'>     sadness. fades. slowly.    Originally uploaded by The Searcher. yes it does.you forced me away. now i'll wait til you fade slowly.if only we could have etched ourselves in blood.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5932499858836714122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5932499858836714122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5932499858836714122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5932499858836714122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadness-fades-slowly.html' title='sadness. fades. slowly.'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/118/259515769_c918a60a50_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-4110863249289214977</id><published>2008-03-27T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:20:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear AnnoyingStudentWhoEmailsUsTooOften,As Prof DimwitWhoCan'tGetHisFactsStraight said, you fuss too much.  If he told you it's not compulsory, which I gather he did, what is ambiguous about that?  Some modification of the original diktat has been made.Dr Can'tStandAnnoyingStudentWhoEmailsTooOftenOn 27 Mar 2008, at 5:15 PM, AnnoyingStudentWhoEmailsUsTooOften wrote:Thanks Dr </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4110863249289214977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=4110863249289214977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4110863249289214977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/4110863249289214977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-annoyingstudentwhoemailsustoooften.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-8902452213177651007</id><published>2008-03-25T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:56:22.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, March 29, 20088:00pm - 9:00pmTHE WORLDOn March 29th, 2008 at 8pm local time Earth Hour will commence ALL AROUND THE WORLD.Created to take a stand against the greatest threat our planet has ever faced, Earth Hour uses the simple action of turning off the lights for one hour to deliver a POWERFUL MESSAGE about the need for action on global warming.Be part of making Earth Hour 2008 a huge,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8902452213177651007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=8902452213177651007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8902452213177651007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/8902452213177651007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-march-29-2008-800pm-900pm.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/R-fc1wYSGtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wi-HMraLQXA/s72-c/nussu_earthhour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-710714071096492606</id><published>2008-03-21T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:44:25.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough.</title><summary type='text'>     ssh. II (I am crying)    Originally uploaded by bye bye オモイデ. the word 'survey' is my cringe cue. it's never going away. it's been a month. i've explained and explained and explained.fuck the sensationalising media, fuck the ignorant and the immature, FUCK the stiff-assed mini-bureaucrats.it's been done. i'm proud of it. swallow it at your own time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/710714071096492606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=710714071096492606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/710714071096492606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/710714071096492606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/enough.html' title='enough.'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2086295331_feb45f6be2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7341652203680247360</id><published>2008-03-14T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:24:50.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't seeThat I want and I'm needing everything that we should beI'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks aboutAnd she's got everything that I have to live withoutDrew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funnyThat I can't even see anyone when he's with meHe says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7341652203680247360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7341652203680247360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7341652203680247360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7341652203680247360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/drew-looks-at-me-i-fake-smile-so-he.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-3129778459296829112</id><published>2008-03-13T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:54:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that it's all said and doneI can't believe you were the oneTo build me up and tear me downLike an old abandoned houseWhat you said when you left Just left me cold and out of breath I felt as if I was in way to deepGuess I let you get the best of me(Chorus)Well I never saw it comingI should have started runningA long, long time ago!And I never thought I'd doubt you I'm better off without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3129778459296829112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=3129778459296829112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3129778459296829112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/3129778459296829112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-that-its-all-said-and-done-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-9285980765513759</id><published>2008-03-12T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:57:21.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours</title><summary type='text'>     IMG_4781    Originally uploaded by desertflood. isn't life worth more?nurul is right. we're all born alone, and we'll die alone. so why try so hard to be with someone else?the friends i choose to have around me are my solace. but my only true friend is myself. you've taught me how to be alone. so truly alone that i know now how far i can go on my own, and how strong i am.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9285980765513759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=9285980765513759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/9285980765513759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/9285980765513759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains, it pours'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/2299531375_8bd907d07f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5596565169706802399</id><published>2008-03-09T17:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:10:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you sip a latte  in a lazily cool corner in town, be bright and sexy for the boys.god the use of cliches and class/gender stereotypes in the consumer-capitalist system is painful.girls, look at those pants. look very very hard. it's THE pant of the season. me love!!!if you're going to a career fair, this is not a bad look to model after. but if it's an interview, throw a blazer over.ok i'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5596565169706802399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5596565169706802399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5596565169706802399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5596565169706802399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-sip-latte-in-lazily-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/R9O3JCbGyeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aN9ShV2jDEY/s72-c/v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-131446188379755924</id><published>2008-03-09T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:40:24.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choices</title><summary type='text'>     The Choices    Originally uploaded by Orin Optiglot. there comes a time in life when you have to make a choice.and if you're too lazy to make it, the love of your life will try to help you along with a little threat or two about sleeping with other 'women'.these heels are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do.(if you fucking push me any harder) One of these days these boots are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/131446188379755924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=131446188379755924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/131446188379755924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/131446188379755924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/choices.html' title='The Choices'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/114430223_2eed0218b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5047179793810048660</id><published>2008-03-04T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:14:45.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and stressed</title><summary type='text'>     Pencils Calming Me Down    Originally uploaded by Jim Blob Blann. everyone goes through it. i'm sick on the busiest week of the semester. and everything else is sliding downhill.thank god for little distractions.final presentation tmrw. gambatte!!!!!!!! then a break before i go full-steam ahead with essays.i can't wait to do something worthwhile with my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5047179793810048660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5047179793810048660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5047179793810048660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5047179793810048660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-and-stressed.html' title='sick and stressed'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/2300881960_bb80122e03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-7884325066389074567</id><published>2008-03-01T16:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:51:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shiney teeth and you's.Some days, our days get lighter together.No amount of intellect can ever explain ben chow's sillinessnothing like a lovely day and some vanilla ice cream!    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7884325066389074567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=7884325066389074567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7884325066389074567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/7884325066389074567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/03/shiney-teeth-and-yous.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lJ_Ky8X1iEo/R8kYyy3u5AI/AAAAAAAAANg/6a1p3VmYydY/s72-c/Phot-0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-836568224453939196</id><published>2008-02-29T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:02:57.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been an emotional start to the day. I can't stand those Israeli 'forces' and Palestinian 'militants'. They're all terrorists for god's sake. selfish selfish selfish terrorists who would risk anything. anyone.         BBCIsraeli forces pound Gaza Strip                                                                                                                           &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/836568224453939196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=836568224453939196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/836568224453939196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/836568224453939196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/israeli-forces-pound-gaza-strip-gaza.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5314763932674314744</id><published>2008-02-26T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:30:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perhaps you're sitting on a cushioned, somewhat shaky, armchaireyes glazed over, resting on the screen softly pulsing in front ofyouperhaps you're on the phone and decide to check your email before the time comes to come back up for air, come back tomeperhaps you're working on a spreadsheet and decide to emailsomeoneperhaps you just miss me and hope to see something waiting for you in your Gmail,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5314763932674314744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5314763932674314744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5314763932674314744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5314763932674314744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/perhaps-youre-sitting-on-cushioned.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-5061014780047447237</id><published>2008-02-24T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:56:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5061014780047447237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=5061014780047447237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5061014780047447237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/5061014780047447237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2332433972306523773</id><published>2008-02-24T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:35:43.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hers</title><summary type='text'>     hers    Originally uploaded by polka::dotty. DiscardedLike some old toyYou’ve got what you came forAnd now you leave.Me hanging.Like sometoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2332433972306523773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2332433972306523773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2332433972306523773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2332433972306523773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/hers.html' title='hers'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2227331491_5961c4cfab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-191158764173162687</id><published>2008-02-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:30:14.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was silent in here. i felt the loneliness most intensely here but it's so so silent.it's the silence i'm most frightened of. but i need it. i need the silence.i watch him looking up outside the window. what must it be like, to want to be out so badly and yet be so unsure about what lies outside that frame? i reach out to touch him but there's something about him that looks so fragile, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/191158764173162687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=191158764173162687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/191158764173162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/191158764173162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-was-silent-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632664.post-2456502641769900041</id><published>2008-02-07T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:15:28.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we sleep...</title><summary type='text'>     when we sleep...    Originally uploaded by nuruL  H.. i haven't talked to myself in a while. perhaps it's because i haven't had any time to myself in a while.time to myself is incredibly boring.the february issue of the ridge has been published. early. acap was congratulating me on being the first chip ed to release an issue way way early ie. NOT in the last weeks of the month.the article on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2456502641769900041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632664&amp;postID=2456502641769900041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2456502641769900041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632664/posts/default/2456502641769900041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shineyteeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-we-sleep.html' title='when we sleep...'/><author><name>ms hayati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/989/640/ginger2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/1514906790_b1b5f9c059_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
