<?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-4511226265647865236</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:24:11.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude Lips &amp; Curls;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6499291274185950872</id><published>2011-10-10T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:27:41.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Martians.</title><content type='html'>Finally my ancient computer relic is back after crashing, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Really need to get a laptop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one for the closure tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ezrkv5AY654" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6499291274185950872?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6499291274185950872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodnight-martians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6499291274185950872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6499291274185950872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodnight-martians.html' title='Goodnight Martians.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ezrkv5AY654/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4014451482589997222</id><published>2011-09-08T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:22:05.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That said, i am thankful that i have someone who overlooks my flaws and  never fails to make me feel beautiful every waking day. Thank you Mr.Blup :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4014451482589997222?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/4014451482589997222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-said-i-am-thankful-that-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4014451482589997222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4014451482589997222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-said-i-am-thankful-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3098357211554996149</id><published>2011-09-08T04:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:25:03.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the passing remark;</title><content type='html'>If you slip and fall while trotting around in your towering Louboutins, it's easy to wake up tomorrow and know that the embarrassment will soon be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;If you went around parading with an unzipped fly, unknowingly; well, that'll be yesterday's news soon enough. take it as a lesson that those on top of the world, might just tumble into freefall anyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's never complex when it's a one-off slip of the tongue.But self-esteem is a bitch to build after years of being battered by weight/skin issues. I can say so, because i've been there. Still there, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;You try to go by everyday,ignoring how depressive it can be. Especially, when you're around beautiful, gorgeous people every day. &amp;amp; oh, there's those who always think they know better &amp;amp; those who are just plain heartless and mean.&lt;br /&gt;Overheard a conversation in public the other day of how a girl in the train was a "badan baik, tapi muka pecah sial. cannot make it ah" Turned out, the schoolgirl sitting opposite them who was plugged in had an acne problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have skipped school alot &amp;amp; almost gave a pass at celebrating Eid in 2008&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ma had to bellow and drag me out of the house crying..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because i couldn't stand people staring and commenting on how bad my skin was and how "comot" i look.&lt;br /&gt;fucking depressing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Im blunt because this is really how it is. you'll know if you've been there.&lt;br /&gt;So boys, next time you want to make such a monumental comment, think about how depressing and crumbling it might be to the young lady's esteem.&lt;br /&gt;What if you dropped your pants and someone screamed "My god, that's tiny."&lt;br /&gt;ego boost much?&lt;br /&gt;What if, that girl on the train could hear every single word, crystal clear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3098357211554996149?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3098357211554996149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/09/passing-remark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3098357211554996149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3098357211554996149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/09/passing-remark.html' title='the passing remark;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3365250725418180723</id><published>2011-08-25T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:23:24.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halt;</title><content type='html'>put a halt they say &amp; so i did, for 2months.&lt;br /&gt;Just because i am too terrified to readily seek out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow shall change the course of the winds my sails are set to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's a nerve-wrecking trepidation &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3365250725418180723?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3365250725418180723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/08/halt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3365250725418180723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3365250725418180723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/08/halt.html' title='The Halt;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6308703370910899827</id><published>2011-05-27T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:37:55.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky like a four leaf clover</title><content type='html'>The reason that shall motivate me to start exercising&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; need I even say, her skin's glow is breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IgLcQmlN2Xg" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6308703370910899827?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6308703370910899827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucky-like-4-leaf-clover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6308703370910899827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6308703370910899827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucky-like-4-leaf-clover.html' title='Lucky like a four leaf clover'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IgLcQmlN2Xg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-2434625962864613282</id><published>2011-05-27T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:42:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano man</title><content type='html'>Best cover for this song. Love J. Legend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ejQ08ddAdQU" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2434625962864613282?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2434625962864613282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/piano-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2434625962864613282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2434625962864613282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/piano-man.html' title='The Piano man'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ejQ08ddAdQU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-5174126681640356819</id><published>2011-05-26T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T02:43:29.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For someone who's had a minor stroke at 18 and is living with a slight heart problem,&lt;br /&gt;she's grown up to be a captivating individual at 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R__07o75x9A" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-5174126681640356819?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/5174126681640356819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-someone-whos-had-minor-stroke-at-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5174126681640356819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5174126681640356819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-someone-whos-had-minor-stroke-at-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R__07o75x9A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-7735516096496962093</id><published>2011-05-26T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T04:06:55.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science&amp; Faith</title><content type='html'>Just as soon as I was about to log off from this PC, dad woke up to tell me that we've got the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I should start praying, no, not because I am in deep shit. But because god has been kind enough to give us strength and grace to get through turbulent hell even when I've went on a hiatus from praying &amp;amp; religion for more than a year. Unfair &amp;amp; Unjust, I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's about to rain now, and the thunder's drumming in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you tell someone who is doing time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-7735516096496962093?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/7735516096496962093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/science-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7735516096496962093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7735516096496962093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/science-faith.html' title='Science&amp; Faith'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-2390446562314080090</id><published>2011-05-26T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:51:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And ode to SSP;</title><content type='html'>Poly life can be clique-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it goes the same during the Uni years as well&lt;br /&gt;At tertiary level, everyone's got a different agenda and it's pretty much either you're in or you're out. you're out on your own to make your own decisions and watch your own back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i pretty much lived in my own world for the 3 years in poly.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it really didn't matter if i didn't attend the class gatherings or sit with some random stranger in the lecture hall because somehow, i was pretty much on my own, xcept for when there was hidayah around.(alhamdulillah :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. I had friends. In fact, an amazing bunch of all over SP. These were the bunch whom i was always excited for to meet the very second lectures/tutorials ended.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm truly glad that I plucked up enough courage to walk alone through the halls above fc5 to the MLS room to audition for MuzikaramaII because, I remember feeling queasy, nerve-wrecked and having no idea about what i was expecting. It was, frankly, like stepping down a flight of stairs not knowing if there was even the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew, was that I was trying to find that familiar comfort speech&amp;amp;drama gave me back when I was a very slow learner in school.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad i did it because, hell yeah! it was worth every erratic heartbeat that was pounding.&lt;br /&gt;That was the start to amazing friendships and meeting an extraordinary people with fiery passion I truly respect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFa5sjJPBBs/Td1BQtZDU7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/HdqJPgoEO-w/s1600/27100_412597871084_556781084_5137311_2366088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFa5sjJPBBs/Td1BQtZDU7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/HdqJPgoEO-w/s320/27100_412597871084_556781084_5137311_2366088_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610712466091889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2390446562314080090?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2390446562314080090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-ode-to-ssp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2390446562314080090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2390446562314080090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-ode-to-ssp.html' title='And ode to SSP;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFa5sjJPBBs/Td1BQtZDU7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/HdqJPgoEO-w/s72-c/27100_412597871084_556781084_5137311_2366088_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4670022134329407222</id><published>2011-05-11T04:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:50:29.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk is cheap when you're in too deep</title><content type='html'>I shall start soon, spilling the beans and picking the greens.&lt;br /&gt;Because when there's Black &amp;amp; White, it's the grey areas that keeps people talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4670022134329407222?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/4670022134329407222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shall-start-soon-spilling-beans-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4670022134329407222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4670022134329407222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shall-start-soon-spilling-beans-and.html' title='Talk is cheap when you&apos;re in too deep'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-5823145832624379760</id><published>2011-05-02T04:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T05:00:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Boy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZFKiWhFcA/Tb3JYnxbp6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/H45deXsepqU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZFKiWhFcA/Tb3JYnxbp6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/H45deXsepqU/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601854936349124514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ezzat Mush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come to realize that we don't have alot of pictures together, well at least I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my repulsion from unforgiving cameras or maybe it's you misbehaving in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;This picture pretty much depicts how every time we try to take a good shot, it ends up in 10 shots because you're mischievous like that. (who's the sneaky one now?) ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's been light years since our nightly 3way conference calls with Z and countless arguments and bickering. &amp;amp; I'm still wondering from where have I gathered up enough courage to strike a deal and ended up leaving with a cup of Starbucks and a business proposal, sealed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being here through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;for making me cry, laugh and cry again.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a toast to all those awkward moments and goofy times we've had together.&amp;amp; I will stop here and keep the corny parts elsewhere private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1 year anniversary. (eeeeee, I still feel weird saying that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Little sniffer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-5823145832624379760?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/5823145832624379760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/favourite-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5823145832624379760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5823145832624379760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/favourite-boy.html' title='Favourite Boy;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZFKiWhFcA/Tb3JYnxbp6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/H45deXsepqU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8889100700673048341</id><published>2011-05-02T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:40:01.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ayVuQLT00v0" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a twisted remake of our favorite fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing but addictive nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8889100700673048341?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8889100700673048341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-heres-twisted-remake-of-our-bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8889100700673048341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8889100700673048341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-heres-twisted-remake-of-our-bedtime.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ayVuQLT00v0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-561558033603707561</id><published>2011-04-18T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:45:46.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script live in SG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOJg1FXtScA/Tasuosln3uI/AAAAAAAAB8g/7xnGEDbKR7E/s1600/215204_10150158294363399_831763398_6612548_4274189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOJg1FXtScA/Tasuosln3uI/AAAAAAAAB8g/7xnGEDbKR7E/s320/215204_10150158294363399_831763398_6612548_4274189_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596618238636580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Script gave us something magical to remember April 12th with &amp;amp; quite frankly, I doubt that this'll be the last concert of theirs that i'm going to. The pictures are up on FB and truthfully, I have long passed the phase where I'll filter unflattering shots before I publish anything. Knowing&lt;br /&gt;(from multiple painful experience) that i am not photogenic and that sometimes the camera is unforgiving, I have stopped obsessing about how my pictures will turn out. serious, tak kuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I cannot understand how people can document each and every moment of a concert/ live music fest and end up with like 300 - a gazillion photos for a 1hr set.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, seriously? chuck that bulky camera aside and enjoy the damn music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I shall save the whole concert experience for another entry.&lt;br /&gt;I had splendid company and awesome music to end the night with.&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I've still got TheScript's songs still ringing in my 'ead 3 days after.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, the nights leading to this very entry was packed with impromptu meetups, seesha sessions, payday(ah,the one thing we all love),dates with mr.blup and watching BBC documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, next week marks 2 very special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;sneaky sneaky little kitty eh. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-561558033603707561?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/561558033603707561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/script-live-in-sg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/561558033603707561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/561558033603707561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/script-live-in-sg.html' title='The Script live in SG'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOJg1FXtScA/Tasuosln3uI/AAAAAAAAB8g/7xnGEDbKR7E/s72-c/215204_10150158294363399_831763398_6612548_4274189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-7227315576778600467</id><published>2011-04-04T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T02:10:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>threesome.</title><content type='html'>The computer is always working hard to feed my addiction to cyber-world.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm a tech wreck but when it comes to youtube and live lounge music vids, I can stay on the comp for hours clicking vid after vid like it's a splendid viewing feast &amp;amp; after that, I'm the woman who can't be moved.&lt;br /&gt;Today it's the Script on reply and I simply can't wait for April 12th for some magic to blast in my ears. Here's to the humble beginnings of one of the greatest 3-man band alive.&lt;br /&gt;did I mention? he has a mad sexy accent to die for. the sexy Irish one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zoe00rmEAQA" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-7227315576778600467?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/7227315576778600467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-12th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7227315576778600467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7227315576778600467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-12th.html' title='threesome.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zoe00rmEAQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-7459147404047764715</id><published>2011-04-02T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T03:34:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember searching high and low for this song after I heard it on a pagent show but I had no clue of the title. It was so catching, this believe it or not, was ringing in my head for like a week.&lt;br /&gt;she looks so effortlessly seductive in this &amp;amp; her new collab with Jay Sean ( ^_^. suka sekali) is awesommeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Pigw0qtAl4" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-7459147404047764715?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/7459147404047764715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-something-ill-never-get-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7459147404047764715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7459147404047764715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-something-ill-never-get-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6Pigw0qtAl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-9004207280265986573</id><published>2011-03-31T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:19:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie J.</title><content type='html'>I have to post this up and share it because Jessie J's amazingggg.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, this is one addictive voice i'll never get sick of.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vAd3ogzmnl4" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-9004207280265986573?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/9004207280265986573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/jessie-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/9004207280265986573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/9004207280265986573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/jessie-j.html' title='Jessie J.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vAd3ogzmnl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6310524523255765951</id><published>2011-03-29T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:17:56.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Saving</title><content type='html'>Daylight Saving Time in Europe spells out a whole new shift plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can't really think straight yet alone finish reading Paulo C.'s book - The Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;Mind's meddled with application datelines, Plan Bs &amp;amp; worst case scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous concoction that has kept me up most of the nights Google -ing on the net.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm neurotic (to some, this might sound anal) but somehow, I fear not having a purpose during my youth. Because by the time we hit 30s, there's bound to be the impending doom of the mid-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's when most will ask " what the hell was i doing during my 20s? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, the eye-bags and dark circles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6310524523255765951?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6310524523255765951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/daylight-saving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6310524523255765951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6310524523255765951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/daylight-saving.html' title='Daylight Saving'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8094155974953632413</id><published>2011-03-19T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:29:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bismillah,&lt;br /&gt;I am doing what I can, not knowing what this might lead to&lt;br /&gt;but I hope that where ever this leads to, I'm prepared enough to walk through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8094155974953632413?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8094155974953632413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/bismillah-i-am-doing-what-i-can-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8094155974953632413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8094155974953632413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/bismillah-i-am-doing-what-i-can-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-5046725365397935379</id><published>2011-03-17T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T04:20:58.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly fly flyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Use5ZbX8k3k" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ignore the cheesy picture but I'm hooked to this &amp;amp; i keep singing this to myself ^__^. It makes me feel like grabbing a cape and prancing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-5046725365397935379?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/5046725365397935379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/fly-fly-flyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5046725365397935379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5046725365397935379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/fly-fly-flyyyy.html' title='fly fly flyyyy.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Use5ZbX8k3k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-2040405436557744854</id><published>2011-03-17T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T04:10:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D31Gzfe2yL0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still like her blup. I think she's coool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2040405436557744854?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2040405436557744854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2040405436557744854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2040405436557744854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney.html' title='disney'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D31Gzfe2yL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-7885037109658715650</id><published>2011-03-17T01:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T03:40:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has become a habit of mine since i left school that i shun away from job applications which has such excepts in their application procedure. &lt;em class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Interested candidates should send in their CVs along with a recent photograph"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With all due respect, I fail to see how a recent photograph would be able to tell how capable or efficient you are. &amp;amp; if that is the view of your 'future employer', then that would be a company that I would simply refuse to work for. Unless you're telling me that this position requires a 'pleasant looking persona' like how the service sector is, then that is an exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And if you're telling me that "oh! perhaps they need the photo to do up your staff card or access pass." bullshit. Then, I'll ask where's your common sense and ask you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why would the company want to make you an access pass when you're not even confirmed to be hired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's face the fact, what good would a picture of me on the application form do to me and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) I'm bound to be judged by how I look (so if i had an acne problem, you'd think that I'm an unhygienic person? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) by what colour my skin is (so if i looked pan asian, you'd immediately come to a conclusion that I speak good English with an accent?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) by how pretty or not I am. (so If I looked picture perfect with beautiful features I'd look like a potential professional worker?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See, all it does is it just clouds your initial judgments about the candidate before even reading his/her qualifications and experience. It's not fair to me as a job seeker as well that I'd potentially be judged by how I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which is why I see no point in submitting any application which requires some sort of visual evidence of how you look. You want first impressions? - take the first 10 secs a candidate walks into a room for an interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a happier note, I bellowed at a taxi driver the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Happy because I will not be apologetic to a person who tries to step all over me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this was how the conversation went :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TaxiDriver : "allo! miss sarah ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: "yes, who's this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TD:"I taxi driver ah. I just saw you just go into that yellow taxi. I now the other side of the road waiting to turn ah because got jam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M:"yes, I'm sorry but i was just trying to get thru the hotline to cancel my booking because i already got a cab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TD:(starts shouting)"WHAT?? EH!But i here oredy u know.i reach oredy what. only got jam. you cannot wait abit izzit? if you cannot wait why call taxi ah? canot be abit patient ah? people like you make my life troublesome only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M:(now i'm really pissed)I'm sorry?!?! listen, I have my job to keep and you have yours. &amp;amp; all i want to do is get to the office asap. so if you're not here ontime before i got a cab first, is that my fault? btw, you're late by 2mins &amp;amp; i have better things to do than to wait for you to come. So you late, my problem izzit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TD:EH! I'm never late hor?! watch what you say. why you must talk chim chim english like that?i dont understand wat talk you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M: chim english? you retarded issit?who are u to tell me how to talk? &amp;amp; you not happy with your customer go complain to your boss lah see what he say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TD:next time dont want to wait dont call taxi lah!$#%#$%^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The previous 2 times I was bitchy was with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- the Dog lady at Fushan(seriously, I despise her &amp;amp; I'll still be bitchy if i ever see her again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- the foreigner with her dog who picked a fight with us at BTimah bustop with Affiq,Mira,As and me. You have a freaking huge WET dog with you touching your skin, urging your dog to come lick us after we told you we're not allowed to touch dogs whn wet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(how utterly rude is that?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then you tell us that you're muslim too and that we should jolly well read the holy book.what shit is that? I was soo pissed that well, that ended with an exciting&lt;br /&gt;"yayaa, how bout this? assalamulaikum, f$#% you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously, I'm not pious but I'm learning &amp;amp; I'm not smart but I'm listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I will never ever let people walk all over me, so shouldn't you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything" - (I don't know who said this, but someone did)&lt;em class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-7885037109658715650?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/7885037109658715650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7885037109658715650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7885037109658715650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-all-over.html' title='Walk all over'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6395646732723572410</id><published>2011-03-17T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:54:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdHzE-zV7w8/TYD4yIZGPLI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/USfHtlOgO2I/s1600/tumblr_lhw9d8Ai2i1qajjdco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdHzE-zV7w8/TYD4yIZGPLI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/USfHtlOgO2I/s320/tumblr_lhw9d8Ai2i1qajjdco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584737078069312690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This pic was from Steph's tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh! tgk tuuu waaaaaaaah!! ade tikus gemok laaa.Ish nie kalau dpt nieee mmmm dapnyerrr nyam nyamm" - HAHA for some absurd reason i just had that dialogue ringing in my head when i saw this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6395646732723572410?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6395646732723572410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-pic-was-from-stephs-tumblr-eh-tgk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6395646732723572410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6395646732723572410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-pic-was-from-stephs-tumblr-eh-tgk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdHzE-zV7w8/TYD4yIZGPLI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/USfHtlOgO2I/s72-c/tumblr_lhw9d8Ai2i1qajjdco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3998280089582376377</id><published>2011-03-07T03:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T04:08:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER &amp; Redbull sheesha</title><content type='html'>DBS Arts Ctr with Blups to catch a play and then off to Bugis forr sheeshaa! ..HAHA I had no idea why but Red Bull Sheesha just sounded too interesting to miss.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a theater version of CLOSER by Pangdemonuim. Seriously, I thought it was raw and compelling. Mainly because It was touching on intriguing topics even we, find hard to pick a title for. Of modern day twisted relationships and deep dark secrets we all keep in our closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Adrian Pang has got a really good stage presence. &amp;amp; i found out today when Azza told me that the original movie had Jude law *melts*, Natalie portman and Julia Roberts in it. OMG! need to watch this soon. &amp;amp; more importantly, I miss SSP. The stage, the trainings, the acting and&lt;br /&gt;the people. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking for dayysss of when's Bruno's tickets are gonna be released! :( omg can't wait. April is gonna be amazing with The Script &amp;amp; Bruno (hopefully!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIULqrWHmvM/TXPj48q82qI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zWCUn0NFxaE/s1600/closer-20110120-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIULqrWHmvM/TXPj48q82qI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zWCUn0NFxaE/s320/closer-20110120-01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581054930740632226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TurKOXCs9sM/TXPkjkDXIkI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/hMkfQpnMtwM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TurKOXCs9sM/TXPkjkDXIkI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/hMkfQpnMtwM/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055662866506306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ror-1go40E/TXPj5krgZfI/AAAAAAAAB74/2-c8WZZE6xI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ror-1go40E/TXPj5krgZfI/AAAAAAAAB74/2-c8WZZE6xI/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581054941480379890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1y-itej33c/TXPj5Ssw2KI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Nj6IWY22190/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1y-itej33c/TXPj5Ssw2KI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Nj6IWY22190/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581054936653813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEHEEEEE.... blups looks sooo funneh in this. It tickles. It must be the hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIULqrWHmvM/TXPj48q82qI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zWCUn0NFxaE/s1600/closer-20110120-01.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWNen7RxiRc/TXPj6M5_v2I/AAAAAAAAB8A/_19FXl-Md4c/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWNen7RxiRc/TXPj6M5_v2I/AAAAAAAAB8A/_19FXl-Md4c/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581054952278572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apart from having a Grenade and thinking that you should be just the way you are, I'll leave you with one of my favorite collaborations in awhile : - Liquor store Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1iBm60uJXvs" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3998280089582376377?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3998280089582376377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/closer-redbull-sheesha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3998280089582376377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3998280089582376377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/closer-redbull-sheesha.html' title='CLOSER &amp; Redbull sheesha'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIULqrWHmvM/TXPj48q82qI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zWCUn0NFxaE/s72-c/closer-20110120-01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8700112905851911819</id><published>2011-03-03T04:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T05:10:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hEabRXTocm0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm starting to like her now.That's an amazing live voice you don't hear that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8700112905851911819?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8700112905851911819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-starting-to-like-her-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8700112905851911819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8700112905851911819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-starting-to-like-her-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hEabRXTocm0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8854667526539026501</id><published>2011-03-03T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T04:38:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r9RTsyKZafE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8854667526539026501?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8854667526539026501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8854667526539026501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8854667526539026501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r9RTsyKZafE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6670369833919200912</id><published>2011-03-02T06:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T06:39:45.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius; lilac's the new black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MndGYhxqaDg/TW1wvVRDsgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ek_yFMzDYoE/s1600/penelopecruz-200509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MndGYhxqaDg/TW1wvVRDsgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ek_yFMzDYoE/s320/penelopecruz-200509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239471846765058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in 2009 when I first saw Penelope Cruz in Marchesa, I thought boy, Marchesa's a genius!&lt;br /&gt;It really was elegantly fluid and that's a heavenly dress I'd still love to wear for a black tie occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn78IiodMQ8/TW1wvviQEHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/bSo7LqPe0HI/s1600/mila-kunis-2011-oscars-red-carpet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn78IiodMQ8/TW1wvviQEHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/bSo7LqPe0HI/s320/mila-kunis-2011-oscars-red-carpet.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239478898200690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; then came Mila Kunis in Elie Saab at the 2011 Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, that'd be the only dress you'll remember after looking through all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, wow! His dresses are soo heavenly, It made me think of cotton candy and lilac clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4KZ9qQz1Jg/TW1xszzxvfI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/gO6IDZndOCs/s1600/00110m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4KZ9qQz1Jg/TW1xszzxvfI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/gO6IDZndOCs/s320/00110m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579240528017473010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9BDEtR5Xzk/TW1xtC3B1lI/AAAAAAAAB7g/4rsdkWM9InM/s1600/00090m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9BDEtR5Xzk/TW1xtC3B1lI/AAAAAAAAB7g/4rsdkWM9InM/s320/00090m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579240532057642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really comment much on what I see on the red carpet but these are breathtakingly iconic.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, lilac's the new black.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Elie Saab's business will be booming this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4KZ9qQz1Jg/TW1xszzxvfI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/gO6IDZndOCs/s1600/00110m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9BDEtR5Xzk/TW1xtC3B1lI/AAAAAAAAB7g/4rsdkWM9InM/s1600/00090m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6670369833919200912?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6670369833919200912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/genius-lilacs-new-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6670369833919200912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6670369833919200912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/03/genius-lilacs-new-black.html' title='Genius; lilac&apos;s the new black.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MndGYhxqaDg/TW1wvVRDsgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ek_yFMzDYoE/s72-c/penelopecruz-200509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3872164505875449804</id><published>2011-02-28T05:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:44:06.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>There goes 100 buckaroos.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's well spent since I still can't take my eyes off em.&lt;br /&gt;Quick arrive at my doorstep already! ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DestVJ5krDY/TWrDtspvpCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/0AqtSli9i5A/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DestVJ5krDY/TWrDtspvpCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/0AqtSli9i5A/s320/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578486278299558946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSaA7sygdc/TWrD5cvZq_I/AAAAAAAAB7A/2hG1ZDwApfs/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiSaA7sygdc/TWrD5cvZq_I/AAAAAAAAB7A/2hG1ZDwApfs/s320/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578486480186747890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3872164505875449804?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3872164505875449804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/burnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3872164505875449804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3872164505875449804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DestVJ5krDY/TWrDtspvpCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/0AqtSli9i5A/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-5336412300182985545</id><published>2011-02-24T06:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:49:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The incomplete bucket list</title><content type='html'>I have written myself a bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;It's just lying around somewhere, incomplete. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's mainly because I got distracted by more fascinating things such as tv, the northern lights,heretochromia, Harry potter and pasty vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I can't sleep and I've been running thoughts of my bucketlist -among other thoughts ;)(really, &amp; I blame blue cheese for this)&lt;br /&gt;So, in no random order here's what I can remember so far :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-travel the globe to attend an awesome live acoustic concert.&lt;br /&gt;-soak in the atmosphere at a musicfest&lt;br /&gt;-watch underground films at sundance.&lt;br /&gt;-New Zealand!&lt;br /&gt;-Kashmir's house boats&lt;br /&gt;-train ride across a country with beautiful scenery&lt;br /&gt;-have_____underneath the aurora borealis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......as for the rest&lt;br /&gt;If I told you, I'd have to kill you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my tickets to The Script and now I'm really contemplating to get Maroon 5's tickets since Adam L's vocals are a killer live.They sound as good as their records and there really isn't many bands out there who sounds as good as their records.&lt;br /&gt;god, I'm really anticipating the Singfest lineup this year.&lt;br /&gt;crossing ma fingers &amp; I hope it's worth the $$ imma blow on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a gig &amp; live acoustic sets person.&lt;br /&gt;would pick that over clubbing, anytime;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, back to schlafen-ing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-5336412300182985545?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/5336412300182985545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/incomplete-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5336412300182985545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5336412300182985545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/incomplete-bucket-list.html' title='The incomplete bucket list'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4684060766796742427</id><published>2011-02-21T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:31:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are young, We are free.</title><content type='html'>Right now,I'm munching on steaming hot Garlic bread with melted blue cheese. ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;I've been obsessed with these emoticons these days. The ones that goes like this ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;hehe, somehow it just reminds me of a cheery tellytubby who've just got a bite out of the telly cookies or whatever they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After watching Easy A on blup's ipod, i hafta say, emma stone cracks me up! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm at its finest. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was at DJ salon the other day with uhzmida and while giving me a shoulder massage, the stylist commented at how stiff my muscles were.&lt;br /&gt;Dat's it, it's time to drop everything and be a carefree tellytubby for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let my hair down and let loose for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm planning a surprise for a my hunky bestfriend. ^__^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4684060766796742427?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/4684060766796742427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-are-young-we-are-free-stay-up-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4684060766796742427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4684060766796742427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-are-young-we-are-free-stay-up-late.html' title='We are young, We are free.'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-1831876991524315776</id><published>2011-02-16T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:28:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bismillah</title><content type='html'>I'm about to click the send button and it scares me to death.&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-1831876991524315776?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/1831876991524315776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/bismillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1831876991524315776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1831876991524315776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/bismillah.html' title='Bismillah'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-2187315800933555255</id><published>2011-02-15T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:24:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've gotta be kidding me;</title><content type='html'>The fact that people/strangers seem to think that I'm mature for my age,&lt;br /&gt;I get that alot. &amp; every single time, i have the same ruddy thoughts rewinding over &amp; over again in my head - Of how childlike I really am deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how my ma constantly scolds me for eating from the nutella jar and leaving the lid open because something distracted me on tv. And how I give ejat names like blup and mufu and still feel ticklish about it.And how I talk jibberish sometimes just so that I'll get to leave the table and watch more tv. :) ahh, the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude, I have the wild imagination of a 6yr old child&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that even ejat thinks I'm weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miles away from being mature &amp; there's lots more to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2187315800933555255?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2187315800933555255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-gotta-be-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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in,</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling that i know what I should be doing but i don't&lt;br /&gt;know where or how to start.&lt;br /&gt;That spells impending doom because right-now, my mind is a cobweb of endless questions and uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we've still got the verdict of the long awaited hearing looming overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,I should be in school now studying crisis management and the essentials of PR;but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Question is, where in the heck did I go wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2645853483845587479?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2645853483845587479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3761909705209604148</id><published>2011-02-05T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:51:31.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0NKUpo_xKyQ" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something disturbingly addictive about this;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cuz she looks soo delusional but you gotta love the hip movements to the beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date with anishhh and ejat tmr! yeayy. ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think you look handsome everyday. mohawk or not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3761909705209604148?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3761909705209604148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3761909705209604148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3761909705209604148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/02/lights.html' title='lights'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0NKUpo_xKyQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-643821721165036270</id><published>2011-02-01T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:20:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mino's messing with my stomach and making me lose my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, because i really could use shedding some extra pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-643821721165036270?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4445641228461088512</id><published>2011-02-01T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:49:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so they said;</title><content type='html'>I play alot of mindgames &amp;amp; wordplays.&lt;br /&gt;So, poor ejat is constantly trying to figure out how my brain works.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, in a defense as to why I was widowed on FB, this was what I told ejat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend died the day you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4445641228461088512?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8961135823822970128</id><published>2011-01-29T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:36:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hindrance?</title><content type='html'>I really doesn't matter whether you believe in god or not.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are staunch in religion or if you're a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be working in a place where muslims are a minority.&lt;br /&gt;Where the the main languages spoken everyday is German, Mandarin &amp;amp; English.&lt;br /&gt;Where I share a table with plates of pork &amp;amp; colleagues who eat pork most days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;And I think i'm doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why should it matter if you eat pork or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8961135823822970128?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8961135823822970128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-only-one-race-human-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8961135823822970128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8961135823822970128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-only-one-race-human-race.html' title='a hindrance?'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-3365860018282581604</id><published>2011-01-26T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:32:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweets;</title><content type='html'>tadaaaaaaaa~ I've just created a twitter account. (lembab nak mampos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;@sneakykittycat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on twitter.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that does sound kinda sexy.&lt;br /&gt;now, let's see what all the buzz is about with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably a decade behind everyone but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;technology &amp;amp; sarah makes a bad,baddd marriage;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-3365860018282581604?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/3365860018282581604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/tweets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3365860018282581604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/3365860018282581604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/tweets.html' title='tweets;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4619856198863072558</id><published>2011-01-25T03:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T04:00:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys &amp; girls;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3USQW7R5I/AAAAAAAAB58/VsLWlItY7jI/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3USQW7R5I/AAAAAAAAB58/VsLWlItY7jI/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565838124593661842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3USOgyCiI/AAAAAAAAB50/sRWgrqW16HU/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3USOgyCiI/AAAAAAAAB50/sRWgrqW16HU/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565838124098128418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 year old boy and abang-abang cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3UR23TyXI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ym1hvd7qOqI/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3UR23TyXI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ym1hvd7qOqI/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565838117750163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boy drive hot pink steering wheel. mana mau dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3PkIeNRRI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ahTW0XhN2kA/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3PkIeNRRI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ahTW0XhN2kA/s320/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832934156223762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, As looks very ayu in this shot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3PjyCrxMI/AAAAAAAAB5c/3AbbrtNl8hc/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3PjyCrxMI/AAAAAAAAB5c/3AbbrtNl8hc/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832928135201986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3O-0e7uKI/AAAAAAAAB5U/u242a6ARu8o/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3O-0e7uKI/AAAAAAAAB5U/u242a6ARu8o/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832293135399074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mira reminds me of marc jacob's daisy.(don't ask me why) &amp;amp; she's getting fairer day by day .No need for SKII oredyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3O-ZI1hbI/AAAAAAAAB5M/jJWbGSSpppA/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3O-ZI1hbI/AAAAAAAAB5M/jJWbGSSpppA/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832285794960818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blup got me peacock feathers when he got back from brunei.&lt;br /&gt;because i lost mine at somerset 313 on one of our dates.&lt;br /&gt;seee..seee.! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3OZzGJvkI/AAAAAAAAB5E/wQTYD2XvgDk/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3OZzGJvkI/AAAAAAAAB5E/wQTYD2XvgDk/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565831657107865154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous girls;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you've got awesome company, nothing else matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated/advance  birthday boys.&lt;br /&gt;Siam Kitchen &amp;amp; Holland V spelled an awesome curtain call to end the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4619856198863072558?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/4619856198863072558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4619856198863072558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4619856198863072558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-girls.html' title='boys &amp; girls;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3USQW7R5I/AAAAAAAAB58/VsLWlItY7jI/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-6140952627639103130</id><published>2011-01-25T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:00:41.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye candy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3MMAy8h3I/AAAAAAAAB48/1Kh6EcSepJ4/s1600/tumblr_l9yd95lLla1qadbw2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3MMAy8h3I/AAAAAAAAB48/1Kh6EcSepJ4/s320/tumblr_l9yd95lLla1qadbw2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829221243979634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's just something about the way zac holds her that's pretty endearing;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-6140952627639103130?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/6140952627639103130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6140952627639103130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/6140952627639103130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-candy.html' title='Eye candy;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3MMAy8h3I/AAAAAAAAB48/1Kh6EcSepJ4/s72-c/tumblr_l9yd95lLla1qadbw2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-5153294429934548926</id><published>2011-01-25T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:57:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3JASIPorI/AAAAAAAAB40/qPUmcdB5AEE/s1600/tumblr_lempj04Gx21qa9o8bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3JASIPorI/AAAAAAAAB40/qPUmcdB5AEE/s320/tumblr_lempj04Gx21qa9o8bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565825721203401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a sucker for Black&amp;amp; White shots because they're dauntingly classic. Trust them to stand the test of time and age gracefully through it. When I was doing my photography elective in SP, the only lesson i actually paid attention to was on lighting &amp;amp; compositions and BW photography. The rest of the time was pretty much spent in my own world; daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of ejat's favourite girl - emma watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; only the olsens can make even polaroid shots look this good. Now, i'm even more keen in investing in a polaroid cam to tow around everywhere. I'm not sure about you,but i'm not a fan of the fancy polaroid rims and the brightly coloured ones. don't like em. plain ones are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IllP5l4I/AAAAAAAAB4c/H23IZCEeOa4/s1600/tumblr_lepokrJduq1qzentro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IllP5l4I/AAAAAAAAB4c/H23IZCEeOa4/s320/tumblr_lepokrJduq1qzentro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565825262479316866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IlTK4aKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/bETX-h5fyG4/s1600/wgtis0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IlTK4aKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/bETX-h5fyG4/s320/wgtis0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565825257626429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IlGJ-8gI/AAAAAAAAB4M/3OZixH-ImzA/s1600/matthew-williamson-for-h-m-collection-launch-party---polaroids-mary-kate-olsen-olsen-twins-news-69efc0c39b970df0b8218a835440b79b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3IlGJ-8gI/AAAAAAAAB4M/3OZixH-ImzA/s320/matthew-williamson-for-h-m-collection-launch-party---polaroids-mary-kate-olsen-olsen-twins-news-69efc0c39b970df0b8218a835440b79b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565825254133002754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-5153294429934548926?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/5153294429934548926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/click.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5153294429934548926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/5153294429934548926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/click.html' title='click;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TT3JASIPorI/AAAAAAAAB40/qPUmcdB5AEE/s72-c/tumblr_lempj04Gx21qa9o8bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-7989073761055537446</id><published>2011-01-21T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:54:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terminal Velocity;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop thinking about you because I can't fall with gravity.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing constant in life is depreciation of age.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt in physics. i know. totally wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I had a string of E8s and D7s added to my results, I had a 1 to 1 session with Mr.Teo in his office when he gave me pep talk on how some people really just can't do physics and I was probably one of them. physics-handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;After that episode, I vividly remember abandoning triple science at sec4.&lt;br /&gt;Never looked back ever since. I admit that I suck at physics;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : I need to bring my camera out so I can get more pictures of blup before he grows toothless and is left with 1 strand of hair;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to disturb blup in the morning. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-7989073761055537446?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/7989073761055537446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/terminal-velocity-i-need-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7989073761055537446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/7989073761055537446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/terminal-velocity-i-need-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-2674980336135289583</id><published>2011-01-19T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:05:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or so I've heard;</title><content type='html'>God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;God will only give you obstacles he thinks you can overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-2674980336135289583?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/2674980336135289583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/or-so-ive-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2674980336135289583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/2674980336135289583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/or-so-ive-heard.html' title='Or so I&apos;ve heard;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-4463748848981026090</id><published>2011-01-18T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:33:29.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; then got tembel, howww??</title><content type='html'>So much for keeping this page under wraps, blup found me. -_-".&lt;br /&gt;i feel soooo sleepy these past few days &amp;amp; I woke up with a goddamn sty in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;tembel siol.... on meeting day summore.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.... :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-4463748848981026090?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/4463748848981026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/then-got-tembel-howww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4463748848981026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/4463748848981026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/then-got-tembel-howww.html' title='&amp; then got tembel, howww??'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-8433664026081963741</id><published>2011-01-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:05:45.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa Bernal - Cali, Cali, Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g_1dUjgvTJk?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to be biggg soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-8433664026081963741?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/8433664026081963741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/alyssa-bernal-cali-cali-cali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8433664026081963741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/8433664026081963741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/alyssa-bernal-cali-cali-cali.html' title='Alyssa Bernal - Cali, Cali, Cali'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g_1dUjgvTJk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-1312014885664725625</id><published>2011-01-16T14:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:46:57.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TTKNCxVgRxI/AAAAAAAAB38/c6J2LVp6pms/s1600/168279_485243207665_637587665_6128071_7764738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TTKNCxVgRxI/AAAAAAAAB38/c6J2LVp6pms/s320/168279_485243207665_637587665_6128071_7764738_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562663568498771730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely an idiot for waking up at 6am on a Sunday morning. - Unintentionally that is.Now, how am i supposed to be fast asleep when the TV's blasting with some looney tunes cartoon jingle on disney channel .Iffah's wide awake watching cartoons at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, you must be kidding me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Asmomo yesterday was good. with good heart to heart talks and catch up sessions.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, I am gradually gravitating towards IPhone apps after as showed me superb apple apps on her iphone. (Guilty as charged)&lt;br /&gt;Come on android, come up with coooler apps already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i had my mind set on getting 1 sturdy everyday bag &amp;amp; then , i ended up going home with 3 bags instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;Charles&amp;amp; Keith have definitely amplified their designs when it comes to bags. i guess that's at least an improvement from their initial overpriced and not-so-pretty designs.Pretty happy with theirs now though. So, i got myself a black hobo for the office and a creme structured for weekends, perhaps. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Island, has and shall remain in my list of go-to shops when looking for quirky brit finds. I have always fancied their bags, wallets and clutches range. This time, I got myself a nude hobo from RI. yeay!&lt;br /&gt;I got my singtel phone bill today, &amp;amp; surprisingly, i had some $$ rebates in there, meaning, i don't have to pay my singtel hp bill this month. double yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I've been doing some research on personal investment and stock trading accounts for awhile now &amp;amp; I have come to terms that Zecco and Trade King seems to be good starters for me. &amp;amp; I'm still keen on saving up a sum of $$ to gamble it in the stock markets. you can always earn the money back, but you'll never be able to turn back time to live today twice again.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I doubt that my risk tolerance would be at high tide when i'm old and wrinkled and I still believe that we should all take risks now that we're young.&lt;br /&gt;That's why they call it young &amp;amp; dangerous;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezzat mustasar's coming back tomorrow. Tripple yeayy!! :) :) time to brush up on my bullying skills again. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siam Kitchen with the boys and these lovely ladies next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TTKR_b97AmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/7ZtBxTTP5hQ/s1600/165644_479061172711_679212711_6097545_3910014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TTKR_b97AmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/7ZtBxTTP5hQ/s320/165644_479061172711_679212711_6097545_3910014_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562669008781247074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless yeays!!! Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-1312014885664725625?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/1312014885664725625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1312014885664725625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1312014885664725625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TTKNCxVgRxI/AAAAAAAAB38/c6J2LVp6pms/s72-c/168279_485243207665_637587665_6128071_7764738_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-1368682612921191449</id><published>2011-01-13T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T05:53:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written Dreams;</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but sometimes, I write in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, the words flows even after I'm awake and it'll bug me until i pen it down somewhere, somehow. Those are the precious days when i feel like what I say or write might actually strike your chord and boy,those days, they don't come often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind works in mysterious ways indeed;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-1368682612921191449?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/1368682612921191449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/written-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1368682612921191449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1368682612921191449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/written-dreams.html' title='Written Dreams;'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-1283708044174170726</id><published>2011-01-10T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T04:51:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 : 18 am in the morning</title><content type='html'>Truthfully, i don't blame the tossing and turning that I'm wide eyed and  bushy tailed at this ungodly hour. Guess that's an occupational hazard  that comes with shift work.&lt;br /&gt;toss in a screwed up body clock and digestion system and that's a sweet icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not complaining. I mean you get to wake up past 2pm sometimes  on Mondays and that ought to keep the Monday blues at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011's here. So what? I've got no resolutions intact for this year.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at keeping the resolutions anyway. somehow, my wild imagination always gets the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me, there's always a pattern. We start off  January with a raging enthusiasm and fire fueling our drive. &amp;amp; then along the way, we stumble, trip, roll, crash, skid or fall and then, by the end of  December, we've already forgotten half the resolutions we've made for the year.&lt;br /&gt;Partly, that's also because we're too excited to note down our new year resolutions over again. vicious cycle; at least for me it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't let me keep you from making wonderful resolutions though people.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we do need that little push to kick start a fresh new chapter. i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone's reading though. if you are, you've probably stumbled onto this page a few weeks, perhaps a couple of months late. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSodhzY_JAI/AAAAAAAAB30/Uj-O3apluUg/s1600/162658_1625929699599_1577242485_1420356_2453862_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSodhzY_JAI/AAAAAAAAB30/Uj-O3apluUg/s320/162658_1625929699599_1577242485_1420356_2453862_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289156510196738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a letter. come back soon blup so that you can read it and laugh at my composition skills &amp;amp; more importantly, i hate to admit it but&lt;br /&gt;i really do miss you. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-1283708044174170726?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/1283708044174170726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-18-am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1283708044174170726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/1283708044174170726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-18-am-in-morning.html' title='4 : 18 am in the morning'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSodhzY_JAI/AAAAAAAAB30/Uj-O3apluUg/s72-c/162658_1625929699599_1577242485_1420356_2453862_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511226265647865236.post-9056643336235799992</id><published>2010-10-25T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:25:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>when you've got a head brimming with ideas &amp;amp;  fueled with a wild imagination,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to start somewhere to bank in on that reality cheque;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just when I thought I was gone for good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, it feels good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4511226265647865236-9056643336235799992?l=therealitycheque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/feeds/9056643336235799992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/9056643336235799992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4511226265647865236/posts/default/9056643336235799992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealitycheque.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>Sarah A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14812445837983316922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rOD0Vd_lkQ/TSoXvX6mxmI/AAAAAAAAB28/-SrPF08SIKY/S220/n637587665_1558051_4291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
