<?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-10980916</id><updated>2011-07-17T17:25:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RanjanLife</title><subtitle type='html'>[RanjanLife.blogdrive.com - Old Site].......[RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com -Email].......                  
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And realised wad it really is to be a student in RI. FUcked up and immarture haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after work it was home. Not forgetting it was Jagan's birthday so it was a drinking party over at Sembawang beach. Reached there only at 11.30 and all the way till 3. And Jagan and Ruby were  both wasted. It was left upon me and Mark to watch them. But they were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then off to the coffeeshop near my house for food. Nasi Lemak woah. Power food at that time haha. After food i dont know wad happened to those 3 but it was back home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i had to get to work unwanted stuff happened but thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way fucking song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol fucking great, but bad memoires haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it. Im getting more and more boring even i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115867141008045490?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115867141008045490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115867141008045490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115867141008045490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115867141008045490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/drunk-drunk.html' title='Drunk ;; Drunk'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115851588680769684</id><published>2006-09-18T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:58:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats how it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Boring, Screwed, Tiring )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like in chess one wrong move screws the whole game up, just like the game one wrong mistake screws a whole lot of plans up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well anyway wad did i do on Saturday, well was out with Ann, then Jagan, Mark and Mervyn joined us. Had fucking useless food at one stupid new prata cafe that Ann dragged us to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Followed by some useless drinking of stout at some park, which i had memoires of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was then off to home. No clubbing, no nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well i atleast hope Ann had fun she was really bored haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well thats about it, no mood to type if you all realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And to Arsenal fuck you all. Lucky mofos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115851588680769684?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115851588680769684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115851588680769684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115851588680769684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115851588680769684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_18.html' title='.'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115843105746962066</id><published>2006-09-17T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:24:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=-</title><content type='html'>When it was all well it just fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going soft and its happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or everybody to get softer as life goes on. I always thought as you grow older you get harder and tougher, but why is it in may case i have gotten softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going against my own rules and ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time off away from everyone i guess. Emo it may sound like, but thats how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its thanks to frens that im here anyway. Wont regret a think and dont want to. For everything i have regreted i have tried to fix, if it still could not be fixed i have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF there is ever anyone still reading my blog. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all hope is lost, look for the light&lt;br /&gt;And when there seems to be only darkness&lt;br /&gt;Light your Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115843105746962066?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115843105746962066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115843105746962066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115843105746962066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115843105746962066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='-=-'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115668277104388005</id><published>2006-08-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:46:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. I am still alive and well hopefully. I've been away cause i have been damn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs a sunday so what the hell, cant i give 5 minutes of my loser time to blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well watched 1 incredibly great movie and 1 incredibly dumb ass movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/lucky-number-slevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great Movie. Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/stay-alive-2006-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fucking Dumb Movie. Dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Slevin was just fucking cool. Imagine a movie with MOrgan Freeman and Bruce Willis. THATS FUCKING SLEVIN man. Its a fucking great movie, kinda did remind me of indian movies thou. Well anyway dont want to say too much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for the dumb hearted souls go watch Stay Alive. Im not even going to waste my time talking about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its Gaya's birthday today anyway. A bit shout out to her. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now on to my life. Im working at a photography company now. ITs like cool. Cool colleagues and bosses. Its nice. Just feel damn busy these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And a fucking nut case has just called the cops on me for a fucking small problem and now he just went to a whole new level and he has to pay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;MOFO if u do see this message its for you. Mother fucker u know who u are. Im going to fuck u up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whoever u are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You had better run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CIaoz. No mooed anymore too pissed to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115668277104388005?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115668277104388005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115668277104388005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115668277104388005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115668277104388005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/alive.html' title='ALIVE!'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115376691847178081</id><published>2006-07-25T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:48:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>I got alot to blog about like saturday and all. Photoshoot and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im just hurt. Im missing people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fucked up phase. Talking to Lokman and remembering stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dosen't matter by now i know. But i take the blame. Im the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. Seriously fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking people never change seriosuly, its about time people changed. Fucking years already and still the same old retard. I guess it isnt like everyone to grow up. Haizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just fucking shattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115376691847178081?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115376691847178081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115376691847178081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115376691847178081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115376691847178081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115289964920796585</id><published>2006-07-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:54:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCH!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm im &lt;strong&gt;angered&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was just reading thru blogs and decided to do a check on XiaXue's Site. Fucking cb ass motafucking bitch ass fucking assholic bitched mofo assed anal mouthed dad cocksucking nipple overturned bitch XiaXue is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-never-eat-prata-again.html"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-never-eat-prata-again.html&lt;/a&gt; - about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she supposedly goes to Thomson prata shop, yes the one with that irritating uncle who smiles at everything, well she goes there to supposedly buy prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now so you want prata, you get prata. BUT like all supposedly famous wanna bes she wants a freshly coocked prata. ohhhhhh. Well its ok i guess. So she tells the uncle and he smiles. Now if you realise Thomson has a lot of Indians at the prata shop before i go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now supposedly the prata's made were served to Indians instead to her. AND THATS PISSING OFF! FUcking cb bitch. Think about it, the reason ur served premade pratas is because when u ask for take away, your going to end up going home to eat it, so giving u a fresh one or premade one isnt going to make a diff bitch. But she emphasised on the part where and Indian racist uncle served pratas to Indian customers twice while she was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wtf, now shes star and cant wait or that she feels akward that maybe she's being discriminated. Motafucking ass. I live in a country dominated by your people and calling us Indian's racist i think is by far tooooooo much. Well yes maybe we do help each other out, but its thanks to people like you that even end up helping each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now supposedly the uncle kept smiling. Now maybe if you thought about it, HE DIDNT UNDERSTAND A SHIT YOU SAID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he say ok wait wait i make u new one, he just fucking smiled. If i dont get shit i smile or stare. One of the above means i dont fucking get you. Stupid pea brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even then i really do hope the uncle did show you discrimination and served the Indian people first. Now i really really really want to say this FUCK YOU! and seriously i really do hope i meet you on the street. I really really wanna point my fucking fingers to ur sorry assed act cute motafucking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i was reading, this Singaporean complained about the noise on the roads. Hmmmm, noise - road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey maybe its noisy cause its the fucking road. And he went on to complain about maybe the government should enforce noise regulators. Just like speed traps, noise traps. WTF is this guy thinking. We are like so fucking protected. Dont like something, just complain , whine about it and get it fixed. I seriously doubt the noise posed a life , death situation to him. Maybe if the noise really hurt you so much, why get a flat near the road. Stupid mota fucker. COmplain complain complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously instead of wanting changes, why not learn to adapt people. ADAPTING is good sometimes and is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC05445.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC05448.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self indulgence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC05447.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,Angle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115289964920796585?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115289964920796585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115289964920796585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115289964920796585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115289964920796585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitch.html' title='BITCH!'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115247985490972879</id><published>2006-07-10T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:17:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy</title><content type='html'>Italy has officially won the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hell, atleast France didn't win it. Thats wad happens when u beat brazil for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zidane boy oh Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just saw Fifa Player Award fly away. Good Luck with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout Zidane the new Rhino????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should act in Spiderman, it'll do him good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115247985490972879?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115247985490972879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115247985490972879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115247985490972879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115247985490972879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy.html' title='Italy'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115180080091907444</id><published>2006-07-02T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:40:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now who ever the fuck whom cursed me, please please take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my Grandma being in hospital wasnt enough one more of my frens went in too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since its another saturday night decided to club ignoring everything else that had happened over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decieded to go cheeky's went there and opened bottle lol using our own cash. lol. Fucking Cheeky's is not happening anymore on Saturdays'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just danced away there till club closed. Then Jagan recieved a call from a fren. It was all so sudden we had all planned to go home, so it was a detour to Boat Quay to Naughty Nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now due to some Anjadi politics, we were quite respected there unbelievebly. Gone are the days of us getting kicked out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soits 5.35a.m. freaking music stops that was exactly the moment the first shout started. We were sitting right at the corner and there were shouts coming from there. Went there and after a bit of heated arguement the problem was solved in the club. (well not exactly solved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this are the major players, Beam(A BIG TIMER), Vicky ( yes the one at ragaa), Suresh and fren B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole argument in the club was thanks to vicky too. So now we were about to exit when suddenly we hear Suresh shouting. I have never seen Suresh so pissed off. So with alot of people pulling we moved him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat was when all of us went down with Suresh, fren B all pulling their belts out to fight. Me, Mark, Jagan and Mervin knew we had to fuck off or do something. So we go down, we stand at one side and this is where it happened. All my life i have never seen one fellow get wacked by so many guys before. Vicky was knocked out a bottle on the head shattering and a table that shattered on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bleeding like fuck. Now when he was getting wacked, when u see a fren getting wacked i just could not stand there, but thanks to Manoj (EX-desire boucer) i just watched. In the end it was lucky i didnt get invloved. BUt the blood on the floor and all and the fact that it was ur fren and u did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i mean VIcky isnt a close fren of mine or my side, but i knew him, there is nothing i can say other then the fact that i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as Vicky was gettting wacked by i think 12 fellows there were about another 10 beside us shouting "Boat Quay", "Boat Quay". So people be carefull in Boat Quay, eventhough the chinese know about us the Malays dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its damn painfull when u see ur fren getting hit and u can do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;But would it have been worth to be brought in, i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWW!!!! FUckign Sing Cops. I have no idea wtf they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe guys who did it were walking past and they fucking stopped us la! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its over, gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00882.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J boy, Mark, Me , Mervin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00871.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J Boy and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115180080091907444?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115180080091907444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115180080091907444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115180080091907444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115180080091907444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/curse.html' title='Curse'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115160157003998264</id><published>2006-06-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:19:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T</title><content type='html'>Well went amaran as usual this time Jagan, Mark, Ann Marie, Natasha, Nadiya, GAYA and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis hasnt been a good time for me. Straight for weeks bad things been happening ALOT. Someone's cursed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115160157003998264?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115160157003998264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115160157003998264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115160157003998264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115160157003998264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/t.html' title='T'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115069235939631627</id><published>2006-06-19T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:45:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zon</title><content type='html'>So if my avid readers had noticed. You should have realised that i have not been updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to the simple freaking fact that  i havent been in Singapore. I was across the border by the Sea in a Seaside Hotel called Zon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about Malaysia. Now fucking hell its fucking huge, cheap vices  and all, BUt cb how smelly can u be. No offence to any Malaysians thou. Your nice frenly people, but ur country a whole fucking different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not make it a big issue. Now before i go on, lemme just say never drink too much on a holiday, it never helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically the trip was ok, visiting different malls, trying out different foods, buying the cheap liqour,  but the best thing for me was GETTING CAUGHT BY UR MUM SMOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mum goes on about how she dosent trust me and all, all along i really thought my mum knew i've been smoking all the while. Looks like i was wrong. She's still going  on about  the whole ciggrate issue and supposeddly allowing me to stay out late also makes me smoke more. Indirectly she is kind off right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the women of JB. Now ok this might surprise some of you guys. Fucking Malaysia is filled with chicks.!!! I was utterly surprised. Now and furthermore im a singaporean guy with style so cb im SURE IM wanted!!! Now thats a whole lot of Pussies.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hotel Zon also happens to have a fucking whole shopping center in it and all the goods are Duty Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well only i had known i would have brought all my cash. Stupidly i had relied on my mum. So only bought  a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pics, well i didnt take much. Too busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be meeting ddear old Gaya later, ciaoz. See u guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm now  about me stopping smoking, hmmmmm. I got a 18 sstick packin my bag! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115069235939631627?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115069235939631627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115069235939631627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115069235939631627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115069235939631627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/zon.html' title='Zon'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-115039666367082945</id><published>2006-06-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:37:43.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.K.F</title><content type='html'>Peeps, Sorry been missing for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to sum it off, well im still suffering from a hangover in cheekys. Well alot happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst to remind myself. ONe ass got a free hand from a fren of mine. Nothing beats amaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never travel with a massive hangover. AND AND AND finally, never ever ever let kids into the room where ur sleeping. Massive bed turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fucking sweating like fuck after cheekys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC05414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In Amaran with the people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/03062006259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now my comp table, latest addition MAC G4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I need the sleep now so sorry people, ciaoz. No details but thats all u all need for now i guess. Nitezzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-115039666367082945?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115039666367082945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=115039666367082945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115039666367082945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/115039666367082945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/akf.html' title='A.K.F'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114949354777210423</id><published>2006-06-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:45:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hour</title><content type='html'>Felt like letting this blog rot for a few days, but no idea wad brought me here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home planning to sleep away. Well all due to the fact that i was at Don's place the night before with the team. But i was having a hangover(i think so, the headaches). But lasted the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just after a 5am breakfast at macs, returned to Don's place to sleep. But fucking Shane kept us all awake. The funny thing was he kept us asleep and he fell asleep happily. Fucking Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now my eyes feel tired, but i cant go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did my interim presentation go? Well seriously i have no bloody idea. Supposedly we are unique, interesting and new. Now but they didnt like the web cause the print and web didnt look alike. So im redesigning the web to have a simpler look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, fucking Avenger. What the hell is your problem man? I dont think i have done anything to you. So please say something nice. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114949354777210423?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114949354777210423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114949354777210423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114949354777210423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114949354777210423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/1-hour.html' title='1 hour'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114936996215669263</id><published>2006-06-04T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T05:26:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAnt HELP IT!</title><content type='html'>Right about now i just put down the phone and im drinking sprite just after getting home from clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night, its been quite some time since i actually had such a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well met the ever cocked up Gaya for dinner at the Kopitiam near Cineleisure. She was planning to go to Cheeky's even tough i told her it was useless. So during the meal i made my group go to cheeky's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had a hilarious walk to Cheeky's from Somerset, where we saw the ever beautiful Renuka whom we ackowledged and Prema i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at MS everyone was there, Gaya joined Aanesh and Co. while i met my frens. THere we met more kids such as Abi and all. So as we were moving to Cheeky's we hear that its fucking boring inside and all, so that was it, AMARAN it was haha. Taxi straight down after topping up some Barons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Amaran it was Jagan, Mark, Gopi and Me and it was like that all the way. Ruthra was in the table beside us thou. So the music started and we danced and danced and fucking danced. We just didnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we danced, *might seem self praise, but its for me to remember, if u dont wish to read close it NOW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes as i was saying, while we were dancing, there were lots of women. Lots. So before i knew it we were always surrounded by gals. Now i didnt give a fuck about them, but wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at one point, unknowingly u end up having eye contact and they smile, how not to smile back. But i refused to do anything. So it was Jagan , me and fucking 6 other gals beside us. So it was just constant akward smiling and before you know it, they ask to dance with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to dance tooo. I dont know if Jagan was having fun, but it was so-so for me. I just wanted to dance with my frens. So after a while moved away and joined the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it was Jagan's turn with her and Marks with some other gal and i just danced with Gopi. Now Jagan asks her for her number and all and he seems happy. So then as her frens pull her away she stops and starts dancing with me, i was like wtf but just did wad any gentleman does, just smile and play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pops the question for my number, i was actually taken a back and i just gave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was some fucked up song, she tried to get me to leave with her, but i told her to go first haha.&lt;br /&gt;THen it was back to dancing with the guys. POWER POWER POWER. No rest, just constant havock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3.30 the club closes and there's a raid. So we were only allowed to leave at 4pm. After which it was a straight cab ride home. Then she asks me to call her when i was at home and ( she just called again) talk to her. So again as a gentleman i did as i was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts talking cock and apologises for dancing with Jagan and all. Again i was stunned and didnt know wad to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im no romeo or wad fuck as everyone knows, im a normal looking or some say retard looking indian guy. Now wad do i do to a gal like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had met her 2 years back it would have been a different story all together. But now its me, the dont want to get into trouble, have fun with frens, have a gal. So how to say no? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well will keep u guys posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have i met that gal, well hopefully i have and im working towards it. A pious, frenly, stuck up, talkative gal. We shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats the right side of my hair now, with a left sided Fin. Cool yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mad ass left fin, with a left tail (which's curling up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00811.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THats me after clubbing. Man im thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now she wants to call me instead of me calling her. Aiyo a i need to sleep lie seems to never work anymore. And i saw Shankars elder Bro, so nice of him to say hi. Those were the days. Ang Mo kio. Haizz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114936996215669263?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114936996215669263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114936996215669263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114936996215669263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114936996215669263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-help-it.html' title='I CAnt HELP IT!'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114918087067078672</id><published>2006-06-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:54:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>Heylo, well today was a day, a day to celebrate. First the good news, I handed in my ACAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha thank you, spank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in school rushing through it, did AAUP report too. School was fun today surprisingly. The other times when i had nothing to do, i had company on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that she just considered me to be someone, but i do hope she realises its more than that. Thats the thing about me, when it comes to friends i really do care and no matter what problem you have, i will always be there. Just to let most of you know, especially to you Natasha, i really do care and its different it aint just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to better news, went to support Paul today at Singapore Idol, well as expected he made it in and bloody hell he really has lots of supporters. Real lots. After which it was dinner at Thomson's ever famous Prata House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice crispy prata and it was then back to home. After having only 12 hours of sleep the whole week, im surprised that im still able to do my usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime i moved forward, you pulled away, is it time i came again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Well no pics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&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/10980916-114918087067078672?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114918087067078672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114918087067078672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114918087067078672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114918087067078672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114910109415714173</id><published>2006-06-01T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:44:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>Its 2.30am exactly in the morning and im yet to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tough my eyes feel like closing and my brain feels like going into the next dimension, i cannot sleep. ALL DUE TO ACAN. Got to fucking finish it by today. Already im late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man its almost 60 percent confirmed i might get debarred. Im just praying. Well im atleast 75% into my animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast i got some stuff done today. Had my hair cut. Next time going to Supercuts find Andy Quek, good guy. Also then slacked with Gaya and Sivan. Its been sometime seeing Sivan and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think im a bad friend to Sivan, i keep asking her to do stuff against her parents. Im just kidding dont do anything i tell you. You'll end up just like me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway thats about it. Im too tired to even write about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/31052006240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sivan, Gaya (with my cap) and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114910109415714173?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114910109415714173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114910109415714173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114910109415714173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114910109415714173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114896369466212745</id><published>2006-05-30T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:34:54.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debarr</title><content type='html'>At home now with some work to do. Skipped class again as usual! Man getting debarred looks as close as ever. Please people pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114896369466212745?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114896369466212745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114896369466212745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114896369466212745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114896369466212745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/debarr.html' title='Debarr'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114892642159917528</id><published>2006-05-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:13:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today as usual was yet another day of school. Why the sudden change. Well i realise its time i took stuff seriously and actually try to do my stuff properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually held a meeting today and did some stuff. It was only Qai, Shane and me for meeting though. Shane's designs were moving along and i passed Qai the designs for the web which i had done. After all that we realised we needed our shirts printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant a visit to Queensway shopping center to find some shops to print our shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had a walk around and decided on this shop e-Fashion. Well the aunty there was nice and she was friendly, well i mean we were business that means she has to be friendly. So since it was more like a business deal, there was pricing realted issues and timing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then time to discuss on the pricing, atfirst she said 30 bucks. Now that was high, a bit too high. So after some great aunty flirting, what you know, its a huge fucking drop to X dollars. Haha its a pretty huge drop. Well it was a job well done in my part haha. Now during this whole negotiation someone whom hasnt talked to me in a long while msned me and it was tuff replying, wth thats what u call timing. Will talk to ya soon hopefully, thats if you want TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will be handing over our designs and deposit to her today and collecting the shirts on friday. Hopefully the printing will be good. Now if there's anyone out there who knows of any better shop, please do come forward and tell me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that it was a visit to Mani's crib to slack and it was back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now im planning my schedule out. I need to get some exercise done, so gotta head down to some gym, now fuckers do not fucking laugh. Just cause i aint got fats dosent mean i dont need to train up. Just wait for another 30 years when u've got a belly and all, while im slim HAHAHA!!! (touch wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till the next time cheerios&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; We just tried to be cooL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00524.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its near my house no need dress up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114892642159917528?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114892642159917528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114892642159917528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114892642159917528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114892642159917528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/trilf.html' title='Trilf'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114884983885749249</id><published>2006-05-29T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:57:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akward</title><content type='html'>A convo between this mad gal or guy im not whom added me and started fucking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : hi&lt;br /&gt;B :  hey gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;B : (K)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: may i know whose this?&lt;br /&gt;B :  this is meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;B :  the luv of ur life the woman of ur dreamsn.......meeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;B : i tink ur soooooooooooo hotttttt&lt;br /&gt;Me:  well if u are then who u?&lt;br /&gt;B :  wen was d last time u spoke english&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;Me:  LONG TIME BACK!&lt;br /&gt;B :  heeyyyy ur sense of humor makes me fall more in love wit u &lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha Me: i wonder which clown u are&lt;br /&gt;B :  im d one frm sp&lt;br /&gt;B :  i have been in luv wit u ever since td day i set my beautiful large eyes on u&lt;br /&gt;B :  say somehtign impress me&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;Me:  i will do that once u tell me who u are&lt;br /&gt;B :  im kareena&lt;br /&gt;B :  kareena mehta&lt;br /&gt;B :  i study at sp.....&lt;br /&gt;B :      kareena sent the wink "Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Me:  have i even spoken to u befpore?&lt;br /&gt;B :  yess bt iu never ever noticed me &lt;br /&gt;Me:  well if u are one with beautiful eyes im really sure i would have noticed u&lt;br /&gt;B :  u have always been busy with ur frens&lt;br /&gt;B :  neewver ev noticew&lt;br /&gt;B : \me  Me:  haha i seem busy&lt;br /&gt;Me:  but i always notice my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Me:  so how did u get my email?&lt;br /&gt;B :  u r always busy wit ur frens&lt;br /&gt;B :  i gt it frm one of ur frens Me:  my frens ah&lt;br /&gt;B :  plzzzz dunt b mad at meee.....&lt;br /&gt;B :  plzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;B :  im not mad&lt;br /&gt; B : i always liked u .....bt word was around dat u have a thing for dis gayatri chick&lt;br /&gt;B :  bt i REFUSED to believe it&lt;br /&gt;B :  i mean plz tell me ur nt gayatri&lt;br /&gt;B :  i mean u dunt like her&lt;br /&gt;Me:  nope&lt;br /&gt;B :  omg im so excited to c yu &lt;br /&gt;Me: gayathris a very good friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;B :  im gonna go shoppin tomto to celebrate dis moment&lt;br /&gt;B :  reallylly promise me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  rofl&lt;br /&gt;Me:  yeah &lt;br /&gt;Me:  im not into her and all&lt;br /&gt;B :  rofl wts dat&lt;br /&gt; Me:  wow shopping ah&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Roll on floor laughing&lt;br /&gt;B :  yeah obviously nt ur at home nw&lt;br /&gt;B : bt promise me dat ur nt in luv wit ne 1&lt;br /&gt; B :  plzzz promise me lah&lt;br /&gt;Me:  i promise&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;B :  omg tankssss&lt;br /&gt; B :  u made my day&lt;br /&gt;Me:  now u gotta tell me who u are&lt;br /&gt; B :  im kareenaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok B : i do business at sp&lt;br /&gt;Me:  then tell me who u got my email from&lt;br /&gt; B :  i canttttttt&lt;br /&gt;Me: i wont scold him but i need proof if ur really someone&lt;br /&gt;Me:  so if i know i have a fren who knows u it will be so much better&lt;br /&gt;B :  u tink a ghost is tking to u &lt;br /&gt;B :  bt i cant.....&lt;br /&gt;B :  i can never eveer face u &lt;br /&gt;Me:  it could be someone who knows me but is conning me&lt;br /&gt;B :  im scared to tk tpo u &lt;br /&gt;Me:  omg &lt;br /&gt;B :  i mean msn is d best way to tk to u &lt;br /&gt;Me:  ur gotta be kidding&lt;br /&gt;Me:  afraid to talk to me&lt;br /&gt; B :  omg i can alredi feel d heat btw us&lt;br /&gt;Me:  lol&lt;br /&gt;B :  yes... i mean ur dis popular guy in sp dat every1 wants to hang out wit&lt;br /&gt;Me:  there is no heat dont worry haha B :  u wud never notice a little nobody like me&lt;br /&gt;B :  there will soon be&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok now i know ur not from sp&lt;br /&gt;Me:  cause u got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;B : y?&lt;br /&gt;B :  wt?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  im not popular&lt;br /&gt;Me:  and im rarely in school&lt;br /&gt;Me:  and atleast put up a proper display pic&lt;br /&gt;B :  atleast for me u r&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok&lt;br /&gt;B :  dt is none of ur bsuienss&lt;br /&gt;Me:  tell me ur course&lt;br /&gt;B :  dandelion is my fave flower&lt;br /&gt;B :  i will put up wtever I LIKE&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok then u can&lt;br /&gt;Me: now tell me ur course&lt;br /&gt;B :  atleast i dunt scare ppl wit my displays&lt;br /&gt;Me:  haha&lt;br /&gt;B :  bt u knw wt v can put this all behind us&lt;br /&gt;B :  naan unnai kadalikeren&lt;br /&gt;Me:  so &lt;br /&gt;Me: wad course are u?&lt;br /&gt;B : busienss lah&lt;br /&gt;Me: business what?&lt;br /&gt;B :  business mgt lah&lt;br /&gt;Me:  wad year? &lt;br /&gt;B :  yr 2 B :  i saw u at Amaran once also&lt;br /&gt;B :  i was dancin next to u on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;B :  but too too shy to say hi&lt;br /&gt;ME:  hmm&lt;br /&gt;B :  well then who was i with ?&lt;br /&gt;me:  well if u were beside me then u must be ugly me: thats why i didnt notice u&lt;br /&gt;ME:  haha&lt;br /&gt;B :  r ur parents siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B :  dats y uve gt one eye &lt;br /&gt;B :  dt u cudnt notice meeeee&lt;br /&gt;B :  say smthg smart , shok meeee&lt;br /&gt;B :  have u chickened out pundeeeeeeyyyy&lt;br /&gt;ME:  sialah&lt;br /&gt;ME:  haha&lt;br /&gt;ME:  even with that one eye i couldnt notice u&lt;br /&gt;B :  u find dis funny&lt;br /&gt;ME:  that explains alot&lt;br /&gt;B :  do u find ur face funny&lt;br /&gt;B :  yeah dats cz ur blid u dick&lt;br /&gt;ME:  nope but i find ur words funny&lt;br /&gt;B :  People say that you are the perfect idiot. I say that you are not perfect, but you are doing alright.  B :  dtas cz i have a ife&lt;br /&gt;B :  n i my mouth is nt my rectum unline u &lt;br /&gt;B :  unlike.....&lt;br /&gt;ME:  wow B :  newez i dunt care abt.....&lt;br /&gt;B :  u &lt;br /&gt;B :  n ur ugly face&lt;br /&gt; B :  tell me smthg&lt;br /&gt;B :  wts dis?&lt;br /&gt;B :  its white, its put on a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;B :  it tastes yummm&lt;br /&gt; B : wt is it?&lt;br /&gt; B :  A GHOST&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok happy insulting me?&lt;br /&gt;ME:  or atleast enough&lt;br /&gt;ME:  cause ill just let u go on if u want&lt;br /&gt;B :  dats cz u gt ntuhing to say&lt;br /&gt;B :  no comebaks lah&lt;br /&gt; ME:  i figure its no point talking back&lt;br /&gt;B :  v frm hollandvillage r just too cool for u &lt;br /&gt;B :  dats cz u cant&lt;br /&gt;ME:  wad hollandvillagea/&lt;br /&gt;ME:  holland villageeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;B :  when was d last time u gt out of ur fking moushole&lt;br /&gt;ME:  now who ever u are &lt;br /&gt;ME:  seriously if u got such a big problem with me&lt;br /&gt;B :  i duntttt&lt;br /&gt;ME:  why not meet me and we can talk about it&lt;br /&gt;B :  i never ver had a problem wit u&lt;br /&gt; B :  sureeeee bt nly in abt a mth can i tak to u &lt;br /&gt;ME:  whys that!&lt;br /&gt;ME:  i mean u got seriously so much to say&lt;br /&gt;B :  cz rite nw im in switzerland skiing wit my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;B :  bt i will b baq in a mth &lt;br /&gt;B :  n dats when im gonna show u wt holland village girls really r &lt;br /&gt;B : k do u knw wat &lt;br /&gt;ME: fuck u and ur holland village gals&lt;br /&gt;B :  lets put dis allllll behind us&lt;br /&gt;B :  i still luv u&lt;br /&gt; B :  n i still do have feelings for u &lt;br /&gt;B : im sorry my anger gt d better of me rite nw&lt;br /&gt;ME: im sorry &lt;br /&gt;B :  kareena sent the wink "Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;B :  dunt scold me plzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;ME:  but i dont think we can move any wehere from here&lt;br /&gt;ME:  i have totally no idea who the fuck u are&lt;br /&gt; B :  plz dutnsay dat&lt;br /&gt;ME:  and i think its best u just tell me who u are&lt;br /&gt;B :  bt before i leave i have smth to tell u &lt;br /&gt;B : i care for u n dts y n dunt want u to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;B :  so plz dunt hang around wit d vicky guy B :  hes no good.....&lt;br /&gt;B :  hes bad newsss&lt;br /&gt;ME:  vicky&lt;br /&gt;ME: i dont hang around with him&lt;br /&gt;B :  tank god for dat&lt;br /&gt;B:  bt i heard abt wt hapened&lt;br /&gt;ME:  about what?&lt;br /&gt;B :  it doesnt matter lah&lt;br /&gt;ME:  yesh it matters&lt;br /&gt;B :  bt d point is ..... i knw wt vicky is ...n i knw wt u r&lt;br /&gt;B :  u can do better&lt;br /&gt;ME:  i know i can&lt;br /&gt;ME:  and i will&lt;br /&gt;B :  good on u &lt;br /&gt;ME:  but it would be nice if u tell me who u area/?&lt;br /&gt;B :  im happy for u &lt;br /&gt;B :  k fine i will give i n&lt;br /&gt;B :  i knw mervin n he passed me ur email id&lt;br /&gt;B :  i meant no harm lah&lt;br /&gt;B :  i jus luv u &lt;br /&gt;B :  bt promise me u wot ask meeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;B :  ask himmmm&lt;br /&gt;B : plzzz pretend u dunt knw nething&lt;br /&gt;ME:  wad u mean?&lt;br /&gt;B :  i will get into trouble for tellign u dis lah&lt;br /&gt;ME:  ask him wad?&lt;br /&gt;B :  i mean i promised him i wudnt tell u dat he gae me ur number&lt;br /&gt;B :  he &lt;br /&gt;ME: im talking to him now&lt;br /&gt;B :  dunt say netinggggg&lt;br /&gt;B :  plzzz ;lahhhh&lt;br /&gt;B :  k hang on my mums here i gtg&lt;br /&gt;ME:  no wait wait&lt;br /&gt;B : i ll meet u same time same place tomo&lt;br /&gt;ME:  NO&lt;br /&gt;ME:  i wont be here&lt;br /&gt;ME:  tell me who u are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from this i can find out, it could be either someone whom reads my blog really well, or someone whom just knows me. Cause the vicky thing is the one that struck me, cause not everyone knows it or understands it. Whoever it is, is trying to find trouble in a way. ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;ILL never find out, so i dont care.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114884983885749249?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114884983885749249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114884983885749249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114884983885749249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114884983885749249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/akward.html' title='Akward'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114875743350550446</id><published>2006-05-28T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:17:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its sunday now and its 3am in the morning. Usually i would be in Amaran clubbing away the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like finally there is hope. I CAN CHANGE! Well i had to go to my cousin's wedding receptiong at Khalsa Association and everything was great except one thing. The food was vegetarian. Still ate it tough was fucking hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the MC's and performers for the shows were popular indian singers in singapore, such as Elamaran and all and they did quite a wonderfull show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that the night was all boring and same. But my 3 young cousins were there to liven up my day and wad funny kids they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going past AMK in the taxi, going past Chong Boon Pri, seeing the old school exactly the same, just with a different name brought back beautiful memories. I shall always miss the school. That art class, that principal office, that computer lab, that toilet, that canteen, that stage, that pond, that basket ball court, that mama shop, that park, that field all memories. Man i really miss it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then going past my old flat, that was the biggest hit, remembering all ur frens living there, the view, the floor, the house, the memories, all the beatings, man its tough. I really love that place and i will ALWAYS love that place. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on anymore, i just want to go back there. I cant go on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I so want to go back to Ang Mo Kio, especially that block and that school. haizz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seeing something and knowing you can never get it back is the most painfull feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me being cool and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the boys made me smile! haha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114875743350550446?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114875743350550446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114875743350550446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114875743350550446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114875743350550446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/gatherings.html' title='Gatherings'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114857931216606995</id><published>2006-05-26T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:48:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A very good morning, afternoon, evening, night to all you folks reading my blog out there. That is if! there are any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway let me begin my story on my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of an new up tempo awoke me at around 7.30, thanks to my phone. Y was instructed to call me to wake me up to go to school, cause i have not really been attending school for some time. But it was only at 8 that i actually awoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Thanks to Carroll for calling just incase i wasnt awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as usual was such a chore. But today i atleast learnt some stuff. X Y micing, Space Omni and a few more. I just hope Tim R dosent give a biased mark to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, 2 of my members in my group were missing without an excuse, neither did they call. It just made me wonder. Haizz nm about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard as usual. It was Shane, Don and me. It was mostly silence as we were all thinking of why the fuck we were all so fucking bored. So went to Flesh Imp, 2 shirts for 35 such a steal. So got 1 and Shane got 1. By now it was only 2 plus and we still had the whole day ahead of us. Fuck were we bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we headed to PS and unexpectedly just decided to watch The DaVinci Code. The book is so much better then the movie i must say. But it was nice to see whatevey you read still be unveilded in the movie. Like the grail, reading about it and seeing it in the screen was 2 different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the movie. Now if Davinci is to be true, then that means, that Jesus was mortal, he was just like any other man having a relationship and all, which means that all christians might end up questioning their faith on someone whom they thought was totally different. What a story. Excellent. Brilliant just brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PS it was home for Don, eventough it is never right to head home immidiately after a movie, unless its really late. But Don waned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shane and Me follow this idealogy , "If you are out, only head home after the sun is OUT!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, its nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from PS walked to Cineleisure again. Now this is where something unexpected happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIngapore Idol contestant Paul Twohill and 4 other idols were there. This i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talked to Paul and his frens, before realising that they were bums tooo. Loafing around with nothing to do all day long. These idols as loafers haha and yesh they were busy singing parts of songs at random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now among them this gal stood out, Noodles. Well thats what they called her. Now she's hot, friendly and easy going. She was one of those along with one other guy who actually was talking to us. Infact they all were one friendly bunch. Nice clown gal, hope to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bummed with them for a while, before they themselves split. Followed Paul, with Shane and one other feminie kinda guy to Fareast to meet Pauls sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting her and collecting his keys, he left to go home and by that time Mani had arrived almost 2 hours late. So now it was time to bum around with Mani. Shane left and me and Mani continued our bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for more then 3 hours i say doing nothing and talking cock all the way. Even meeting a fucking screwed man, carrying a toy gun and scarring the lives out of me and Mani. Such a funny incident. Its best if i show it out one day. Haha. VideoBLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Desmond who came after work. Then it was burgerking at Cine again haha. And after some food it was time to head home, and here i am with shutting eyes, writing this out. Been only sleeping 4 hours or lesser daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expected my day to turn out like this. But good thing it did, it sure was kinda fun. I never ever thought i would actually end up hanging out with Idols, due to me hating them and not liking their cheeks to actually make money out of dumb people after winning the show. But after walking around with one of them i must say i need to change that perception haha. But i still hate fuckers on TV that isnt me!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(old pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Shalu, Sivan, Me and Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats me in the reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspt.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114857931216606995?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114857931216606995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114857931216606995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114857931216606995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114857931216606995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/bums.html' title='BumS'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114839888829626345</id><published>2006-05-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:52:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrodyte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today it was a typical day of work, play and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well reached school as usual late, but NOT as late as usual. But yet got marked Late. Fucking teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking 3Dmax Class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventough 3D is pretty fun, the stress, the motion, the movement. Just pure Love, LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the teachers just kill it. Them coming and bugging you for all the lamest reasons due to their straight minded thinking and teaching styles, really it kills. All these eventough we supposedly pay 10k every 6 months in a way to them. For that amount i intend to be served man not lectured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway back to lighter news. Been actually bucking up and working on my FYP. I just felt the team was feeling slack and was slowing down due to my lack of skills. So i bucked up and therefore they will also be in turn be spurred to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on some t-shirt sketches and now moved over to the website designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of my work&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Website.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It should appear pixelated and small! This is the first one which we felt is just too illusionistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Website1%20copy.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The one mostly everyone feels comfortable with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/WebsiteHomePage%20copy.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Home page! They do seem comfortable so far. Its just so tiring and i seem to be able to only work on a mac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Im in love with Macintosh Computers Now. I want one. I need one. My dads so gonna kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On to better news, tommorrow is gonna be such a tiring day for me. There seems to be a Flesh Imp sale going on, and im going to check it out. After that got to head off to a corner of bishan nearer to braddel, to my uncles house. My cousins getting married. A very good luck to her. Seen her going to be husband in Amaran a couple of times. Wonder if he tells her or NOT! Ill just give him the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So till the next time. THis is Ranjan Kumar Xavier signing out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY SAW MY DREAM FUCK IN SCHOOL!&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114839888829626345?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114839888829626345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114839888829626345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114839888829626345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114839888829626345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/afrodyte.html' title='Afrodyte'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114822676410647969</id><published>2006-05-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:52:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sats</title><content type='html'>The time is 11.35pm, Lord Ranjan Kumar Xavier is bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does he DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fucking blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over the weekend i was totally not feeling well. Had a bad throat and a nose which just could not stop running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So planned to stay home the weekend. But as Fate has it, i was destined to club my weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmal, aka Ryan called. He asked me to come club with him and saying NO to him is a difficult feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore first went to Orchard to meet Mark, Shaza and Saitoshini. Then after which they headed off to Amaran at Tekka and I headed off to Cheekys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dont know Cheeky's opened 2 weeks back and ill tell u this. Its worse then before! Smaller then before! With an even fucked up crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long me , ryan , rafi and rafi's ex decided its best to change club. So the best choice seemed to be Amarans. So we took a cab to tekka and entered Amaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire's security was taking over security for the night at Amaran and some people were being a bitch. But atleast not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just clubbed away at Amaran and had fun joining Mark and Crew and Mahesh a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall it was an OK night i feel. Eventough we had like a never ending flow of drinks coming in haha. I wont lie, i was fucking high and now i feel the freaking after effects of it. I tell u it fucking sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Amaran it as Newton circus for some bandung, mee goreng and murtabak, till 6am after which a nice cab ride back home to woodlands to have my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing still in my head is this story this cabby told me, about his frens elder brother getting shot in the head in the vietnam war, such that his head blew up and this elder brother was a journalist. In the people working in the sidelines of war, face the same risk i guess. To all the journalists and jounalists wannabes out there : A very good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sure lovet to post some pics, but i never take pics without certain people, cause its damn feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till the next time, stay black and stay alive peeps. A long day ahead of me tom, gotta go chill now. Here i come Air , Zero 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?! None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114822676410647969?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114822676410647969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114822676410647969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114822676410647969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114822676410647969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/sats.html' title='Sats'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114797989296463836</id><published>2006-05-19T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:18:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why</title><content type='html'>Well wad did i do today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go into that let me just say that i have not been to classes for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid im going to get debarred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL FUCKING YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 4 hottest women in the world are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rachel Bilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/rachel-bilson-greentop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/rachel-bilson-greentop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kristen Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/07smlvll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/07smlvll1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/53035403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/53035403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Carmen Electra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/Carmen%20Electra7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Carmen%20Electra7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these are the women of everyguys dreams ill tell u that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess ill just keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well after a long time went to slack with Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/me%20and%20gaya%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Y! Even after editing cant fix the flash! My face was too oily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00793.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Y again. Man my oily face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me using Shane's Phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Image002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me again using Shane's Phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Don Juan, and again using Shanes new phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114797989296463836?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114797989296463836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114797989296463836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114797989296463836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114797989296463836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114760108382411964</id><published>2006-05-14T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:05:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v2</title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as u can see im mostly doing an update every weekly, im so sorry but thats the most amount of time i have for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday went for my cousin's 21st birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Kavitha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that half way into the party decided to go club with Ann Marie.&lt;br /&gt;So i called Mark and all but they were either lazy or out of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to meet Ann at her house bus stop and then took a Bus to tekka. After which brought her to eat some food. We then decided to enter the club, so walked to Amaran and waited in Line, cause bloody Richard didnt want to let us in. So waited and enterd the club and found ourselves a sit at a fucked up place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was only me and Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont say it was boring, but i bet she felt bored la. So then Natasha came after a long time and she drank with us and all, then i went to dance with Vicky and all and after the very last song Mustafa, for which everyone wsa hugging each other and holding their lighters up, i came back to see Natasha piss drunk and there were guys ALLL around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called my cousin for some assistance also lol and finally she came out of the circular hole of guys. So was outside and she was totally dunk and being really defiant haha. I was actually getting a bit pissed. So then the Eagles BOys were there. For all your info Eagles is a bike group really famous in singapore and my cousin is one of them in the group. So followed them to V2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now V2 from what i saw is damn peacefull. I was amazed that there was no fights there and that everyone was fucking frenly. But in the end it was ok only i have to say, pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the club closed wanted to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was going to get a taxi when the gals called me back supposedly one of the eagles boys would drop me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dropping the gals home Ann calls me and tells me that she cant go home now and thats shes alone, and i would have very much loved to come back and keep her company but how was i supposed to tell the fellow to U-turn half way into the journey back to Bukit Gombak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pass the phone to him and he suddenly says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : You Want to go home first can take taxis here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Can also but where u going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : I think im going to go keep her company for a while, since ur in a rush take a cab from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : A, if ur going to keep her company i think i rather just come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : oHHHH , ai ya fuck it la , go home la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf. Dont worry Ann haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he drops me off at bukit gombak and i take a cab back to woodlands in which i listen to some old classic songs, which actually kept me awake lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and saw my dad! CRAP! Just walked to my room to get ready to bathe. Then he leaves for work and my mum comes out saying that my bro nearly got wacked by my dad the following day. This was the opportunity i had always waited for. Me and my bro together wacking him up lol. It is nearing soon, sooon, sooooon. Supposedly my dad scolded him FUCK and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these due to my cousin Arul, who is his tution teacher now. Now Arul knows alot about me and if he opens his mouth about me, im fucking him up big time. Bloody hell right now from a good mood to bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty much that sums up my Saturday, my group wasnt there so not as fun. But i hope Ann had fun haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114760108382411964?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114760108382411964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114760108382411964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114760108382411964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114760108382411964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/v2.html' title='v2'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114696604688877896</id><published>2006-05-07T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:42:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well im back again for another update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so what did i do over the weekend, haha. Now most people might be thinking CLUBBING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ur half right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i started off differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Arwin's 21st birthday and it was being held at Downtown East. So now met up with Jasper, Jason, Jeremy, Maralyn and Beng before proceeding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over there celebrated his birthday and then topped it off with drinks. It was CHivas Bottles for the day haha. But i had a mix of beer and liquour, really not good for me, BUT HELL! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12.30 after much persistance from me, we all decided to leave, i had to be in AMARAN! haha. So i shared cab with Jason, Marlyn and Jing Wei, where they dropped me off and refused to accpet my money! Man i totally felt bad, i will totally have to repay the guy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Amaran, it looked totally different, the whole place was broken up, the pool area was totally knocked out. All due to the fact that the night before, there was a huge fight between 2 big secret society groups, INDIANS ARE MAD!!!! So we talked to our bouncer fren and he was talking to us about the fight, showing his brusied hands and all. Even the bouncers were whacked in the club, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had my share of fun, due to the fact some new gals came along with us, but as usual ur every frenly fren has to get himself into some shit. Well i was having fun with this gal and saw this guy staring at me, so i wondered do i know him?? But in the end it became a staring incident and was going to become whole big issue, and thanks to Ruthra and His frens it was all cooled out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So club closes exactly at 4, we decide to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jagan has to be back home, MUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its 5 gals , 2 guys excluding Ruthra they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Newton circus for food and then it became bedok sempang! That was it, i decided to go with Ruthra, Vicky and Yonesh to Raagawoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Raagawoods has such a long history, filled with lots of stories, now i always thought that, u know its all small things and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i was there. MOTAFUCKING CCB NBCB KNNBCB FUCKED UP HELLOGICAL PUSSY FUCKING PUNDAE and i repeat MOTAFUCKING CCB NBCB KNNBCB FUCKED UP HELLOGICAL PUSSY FUCKING PUNDAE. Now it was all fun a laughter at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonesh was bringing me around here, there introing me to people, so it was all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im at the left of the club and the right is where all my new found frens are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now some secret society, ANJADI bullshit for u guys to understnad the story better haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when ur an Indian and Ur invloved in all these crap, you are put into 2 sides. The Blacks and The Reds ( literally translated). Now both of these sides CANNOT get along! and also followed by these 2 different i say GANGS cannot get along also. So its really confusing warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now at the right side there is Joo Chiat, Ang Koon and CA3. (man i feel so gangster saying this but its so damn interesting haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ALL 3 cannot get along and they are all sitting close to each other at the right side of the club. Now just remember the bouncers in the club are all also Ang Koon(if im not wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly, SUDDENLY, SUDDENLY, in like just a second!!!! SERIOUSLY A SECOND, At the right over 40 - 50 fellows ended up shouting and bashing the hell out of each other. Now i have never seen so many bottles and jugs being thrown MAN! They were like TOYS from this corner to that corner. I was stunned. And this fight went on for like 10 - 15 min, they were bashing each other up!!!!! It was a 3 way fight, people breaking bottle on each other. Tables, chairs thrown around. ( before i forget these were the same fellows whom broke AMARAN the night before). Now why the fight, cause Ang Koon and Joo CHiat totally cannot get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in just a second i was part of Ang Koon ready, even tough if they knew who i really was i would be first to get wacked haha. Now there were like so many guys with bleeding heads, hands, mouths, it was a war!!!! Now i wont lie, it was scarry, but i knew with Ruthra and Yonesh around nothing was going to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are downstairs, the cops cant do nuts to anyone, it just too big a fight. There is this guy name Maran, his Ruthra's close fren, well his from Potong Pasir a fucking big side which no one dares touch, now he nearly got into a fucking fight with a cop, and the cop just got scared and walked away. That was kinda hilarious. So for 2 hours at the roads now there were lots of talk and words and pushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Joo Chiat guys just left the place in a Van, they were totally outnumbered. CA3 somehow just vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this Ang Koon guys ( black side) still unhappy, decide to stay around and find any red side guys. Now i didnt know bout this till Yonesh came and told me. "Dei Macha, they looking for Red Side guys, You keep quiet sit down" with this words, i shut the fuck up and didnt move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we had to wait for all of them to leave, cause Vicky, one of our fren, was a close fren of theirs supposedly. So we waited and waited. Till it got to such a point where vicky got into a fight with his own fren.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the cops were all around there which was beside us. So Yonesh pulls VIcky aside and drags him away, but the cops follow Yonesh. So now its 8 police officers around us, and Yonesh is arguing back to all of them. But the cop was too much, pushing Yonesh and scolding FUCK and all. In the end Yonesh won the argument and they all just walked away. They even dared him to punch them la and Yonesh just said " You all wear the uniform act like it, dont come bully all, we also got our rights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN! my god long story. i know by now no ones reading, but its for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIcky is ok with his own fren. AND THEN COMES some HEADMEN!!! my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE brought VIcky one side and fucking slapped him for talking too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man all these while, VIckys own frens were there. I kinda felt sad for him, but he kinda deserved it for some reasons and then came the part. You stay in Bishan U DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now the whole situations is that, Joo Chiat is being chased by Ang Koon and VIcky is going after some guy. Well thats about it, just got home and typed this in. I think im going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So GOOD MORNING PEOPLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now wats the bottomline, watch the show and dont play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114696604688877896?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114696604688877896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114696604688877896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114696604688877896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114696604688877896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/raaga.html' title='Raaga'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114638473363832363</id><published>2006-04-30T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:17:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days</title><content type='html'>Well on friday was in school, went to school just for FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Shalu after school or what to slack and after that meet Gaya.&lt;br /&gt;So after that i call Shalu and she says she's with her cousins, then i was like so we still slacking and she says NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck her again! for saboing me! I didnt bother Gaya cause if she could make it, she would have called hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went with Don to meet Scat, the black lord with shane, whom joined us later. Ate Mutton CHop, by that time Mark Suresh and Jagan were tempting me to go to Amaran for Scandals night. But it was a friday and i was not in the mood to really go. So after much thinking just decided to fuck it and went. So met Jagan at AMK and then Mark came after which we went to Amaran, where the charges were as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 bucks admits 2 people in with just 1 glass each with 1 tequila!&lt;br /&gt;and the 40 bucks for 1 jug for 2 person entry was not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was darn expensive cause we needed drinks but it was worth it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;So since it was sscandals night we the guys all had keys and the gals all had locks and whoever opened the locks was suposed to win a Chivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was for only one team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Mark had opened his sisters lock and he begged me to take his place. So i said ok, but thank god i wasnt the winning group or even one of those to try to win the bottle. Cause u had to do one hell of a sexy dance with ur partner and fucking hell if i had to dance a sexy dance with Ann Marie, who is Mark's sister, it would mean betrayal. NONONONO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so danced the night away and then went to this pub called Mischivious after we got tricked by the gals into following. But me, mark and Jagan refused to pay to enter a place like that, so ate a smoke burger and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day, SATURDAY, yesterday. We all told out selves we would not club again. But Ryan had called me that night and he had asked me to come and i told him i would see how. So i went to meet Jagan dressed to club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First went to watch the dissapointing match where the Man U defence was sleeping countless times. 3-0 the score was. It was sad but we had to live. So by then Mark and Mervyn were with us. So went to play snooker, my team won. Then after forcing Jagan to actually speak to his mum we all went. There met Ruthra and Gopi and we all entered. THis time we were at the back of the queue. But instead of lining up we walked straight up to enter Amaran, going there straight for dont know how many weeks has its perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There met Ryan and his group, drinks were water at their table so had to run, then pretty much clubbed the night away and due to a fight we all had trouble finding a cab haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then instead of going elsewhere, i just took a cab back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to my fren arwin, fuck that ass mota fucker. now people avoid desire, more cases of bouncers hitting clubbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me on friday, no pics on saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114638473363832363?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114638473363832363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114638473363832363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114638473363832363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114638473363832363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-days.html' title='2 days'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114607576482625976</id><published>2006-04-27T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:06:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last i went for a lesson in school was last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been just sleeping too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll just watched V for Vendetta and i must say its a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou i knew what was going to happen, half way along the movie it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story on how the people shouldnt have fear of the government, greatly disturbed me and also made me ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Singapore ever come to a stage like that, where there's curfew timings, constraints on TV shows and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just felt that there are already makings of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just deleted one whole bloody paragraph, cause i do not want to end up in a fucking cell. This is a blog for me to write about stuff, i want to write about and yet i have to actually think before putting anything down, for fear that it might lead me to some mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that movie, thou it might leave me thinking about stuff, especially with elections round the corner, about the place we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of those and well what have i been doing??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usual partying at the every happening place Amaran and as usual meet frens and cousins whom i have never met in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Thai Xpress at Esplanade and it was kinda akward for my company haha, a table for 2 can sometimes change alot of stuff. It was kinda akward i guess haha. I am completedly out of shame!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well its Y and me!!! haha had dinner with her on Saturday for an hour. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im trying the super duper chinese pose. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well till the next time ciaoz. It champions league semis in 15 minutes. Barcelona VS AC Milan, Both teams i support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.Ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114607576482625976?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114607576482625976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114607576482625976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114607576482625976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114607576482625976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114564537432593440</id><published>2006-04-22T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:49:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No reason</title><content type='html'>Well i was told about this blog long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;www.colinandkero.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Its about this 2 fucking gay guys and what they do and how they love each other and all. Personally someone one should really tell them that they will probably never get married anytime soon and that they just might, maybe just might get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i aint got no shit, with no gay people, but comeon la, if ur gay just leave it la, keep it to ur selves la, dont tell us u 2 walk around together and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cb, i dont know just how one can be gay actually. Women being lesbians i can understand, but being gay, i just dont get it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have been betrayed by 20 gals, and when i mean gals i mean really bad looking gals, you should be fucking straight men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get the whole ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess i better get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been taking photos much, so nothing much or new to put!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114564537432593440?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114564537432593440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114564537432593440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114564537432593440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114564537432593440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-reason.html' title='No reason'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114555488342299851</id><published>2006-04-21T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:44:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>Well boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someting is wrong with my net and my pages load at slow fucking speeds, its killing me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after like 5 mins waiting i get to write this. WOnder how long i have to wait for upload.&lt;br /&gt;All this ever since my microfilter was removed for my wireless net connection, wonder if thats the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well went to club on sat, went to school on tuesday missed monday and i have already missed 5 hours of lesson in the first week. What a way to start the school term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im too pissed to write anything else and till then bye.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114555488342299851?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114555488342299851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114555488342299851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114555488342299851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114555488342299851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114478406646260324</id><published>2006-04-12T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:34:26.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agahshadhadhsa</title><content type='html'>Well was at Amaran again on Saturday. I just cant help it. THe place is pretty fun boy. Now some of my frens are saying im becoming indian again, all thanx to amaran. COme on la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually even i do notic the changes. Firstly i have been going to more Indian shows. Well it aint exactly my fault. How can u say no to ur frens?!!!! So there i meet more of my old frens and realise how small the world really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i go to Amaran weekly. THere i love the indian clubbing songs and end up listening to them at home and due to that wala im Indian. Aiyo. But i aint dening it, well i am indian. Well so i can talk ask much Tamil i want and there aint nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then comes the new terminology called Anjadi. Now for a slight detour for those who dont know what Anjandi means, in simple terms it just means an Indian boy seen wrongly by the society as being a much more commonly known Ah BEng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic. Now why do they call me an Anjadi NOW!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll again i dont blame them. Maybe its cause i dont know how, but i always somehow end up getting into some lame ass fights or what. And the best part getting into a fight with a fren that you know. Now that fucking tops it off as being Anjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now am i Anjadi or Not. Now is it a point for u all to wonder? Or do i even give a fuck about what you think haha. Well firstly its for me to know and for you to find out. Now if you really want to find out. Why dont u pop by Amaran this Saturday and fucking try staring at me. Now if i Smile back im Not and if u end up in SGH well wala there u have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now more on the night. Was out with the ever beautiful Y. Now Y has been dieing to meet me secretly haha. This is what happens when u end up dissing all ur plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Inside Man, A movie with actors such as Denzel Washington, Clive Owen, Jodie Foster and yet it proved to be such a dissapointment. Even thou the whole story thing was good, i just didnt feel like the director ( spike lee) actually made the audience feel more into the story. FOr that it wasnt really that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had dinner at KFC. Where i realised that i had realatives wanting me to be shipped off to different parts of the world and there might not be KFC there. So finished up my KFC. I dont want to end up regreting not finishing those fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which it was a walk to AMK from Bishan to digest our foods. Now i expected to walk. But i ended up having a good work out trying to light my stick and sparring with Y. Now what a night. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tom i have a bloody FYP meeting and i have no idea what to expect. But fuck it i guess. I shall stand up to anything. So till the next time its me Ranjan, DJ NAJNAR signing off. Ciaoz. Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, with JAgan and Mark Suresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00758.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;Do Tag FOlks the boards getting a bit empty my people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.Ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Ranjankumar@hotmail.com"&gt;Ranjankumar@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114478406646260324?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114478406646260324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114478406646260324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114478406646260324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114478406646260324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/agahshadhadhsa.html' title='Agahshadhadhsa'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114399455527431288</id><published>2006-04-02T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:15:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close to death</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to the world, well my world to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have been missing, fucking hell i have been roaming round the whole of Singapore. So just like everyone else i didnt want to waste my weekend. So made plans. Now its april fools day and props to pramilla for playing a lame joke on me, which isnt exactly a joke but fuck i got april fooled. Well it was said that Cheekys was reopening on that day, but fuck it wasnt going to open. Fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So change of plans, so we decided to go Amaran, again!!!! So it was Jagan, Mark Suresh, Ann Marie, Natasha, Nadia, Valerie, Shamine, Prissy and Me going to Amaran. It was like the same crowd as last week at Amaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went there and Jagan was aiming Natasha and Mark was aiming Nadia. But due to ill fate Nadia left the moment she entered with Mark hahaha. Wonder what he told or did to her. So now Mark too was aiming for Natasha with Jagan. I think im the nicest guy in the world, grinding women isnt everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we danced and all, it was fucking fun. Then it happened. Well everyone grinds with Natasha as she's the most open other then me. And she is one of those gals, where getting touched is ok. She was practically engulfed by the India Nationaled Men in the table behind us, who were puring drinks for her in exchange for having her walk to them and then she uttered to me "TAKE CARE OF ME AH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THAT!!!! hahaha. Well it was lame. So i did keep a watch on her and then while i was standing she came and grinded me. So me being a male did grind back and immidiately passed her on to Jagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while, Jagan, Mark, Gopi ( Jagan bishan makkal) and me were dancing, WE see Ruthra and Yuvanesh there. Fucking hell what a surprise. Before u know it from all the drinks im pretty Tipsy and in Amaran itself i nearly fucking get killed 3 times. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to N9( Naughty Nine) with out Chivas Bottle which had not finished. Now outside Amaran was where the fight all was happening. There i nearly got into one more for talking to someone and supposedly his blood brother didnt like me talking to him. In the end the blood bro and the somone apologised to me. When your with Ruthra and Yuvanesh there is nothing to worry i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At N9 we all were kicked out again, and check the mortuary page someone is dead. hahaha. Well N9 was the most fucked up place. We get in and they continuesly kick us out due to the bottle which we brought over. Now the fucking gals left with us were now Natasha and Ann Marie. These 2 stayed up and came down when the club closed to see us. From there we went desire which was amazingly closed at 6!!!! So bedroom it was then but there they declined to let us in. Then it was to Rav or Rave im not sure. There Yuvanesh again paid for us all. Inside Yuvanesh took over Natasha. HAha well he paid so much he desereved it i guesss hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that at arund 9 am went to eat at some fucked up shop, and the gals joined a whole group of bouncers, so when i went to go get the bottle again nearly another one lucky i was sober then. SO ate some prata and came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just awoke at 9.30pm. WHat a fucking way to spend ur day. From 11pm after prasad's birthday darty at Kovan to 9am haha clubbing. Mad shit balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun haha. But im taking a break from Boat Quay and Amaran i need to cool of some beef. I hate getting Tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well alot more happened but im just tired going back to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part only 1 pic haha. Wonderfull ah.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Jagan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ME and him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Song   :         Saaki        by     Musafir&lt;br /&gt;                Many Men    by      50 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114399455527431288?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114399455527431288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114399455527431288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114399455527431288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114399455527431288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/close-to-death.html' title='close to death'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114373017575919634</id><published>2006-03-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:49:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diha</title><content type='html'>Well halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and formost Ranjan and workers have been fired from Origin. I dont wish to dwell into this matter, but it was due to office politics and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have i been recently, well it is times like this that i realise that i have totally no life. From having totally no time to do anything, im filled with free time now, not that its a bad thing, it just can kinda get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other then these stuff i have been doing nothing. Oh ya and been working on this website for solid gold. Its a pet food company, i got the project in January and till now i haven even finished it, and im pissing people off. So gotta rush on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before i go, actually i really wanted to write so much more, but i totally forgot what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesh me, same pose agaiN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where i first ever started working on site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Me%20in%20Origin%20Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of those pics, no more of this uniform ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.com"&gt;www.ranjanlife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114373017575919634?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114373017575919634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114373017575919634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114373017575919634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114373017575919634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/diha.html' title='diha'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114339395594633484</id><published>2006-03-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:25:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ike</title><content type='html'>Hi my lovely minions of space eternal evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged in to Blog, but my old fren pramilla is chatting with me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well been god damn busy. Weekdays i have work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays meet the gals, catch up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are clubbing days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SUndays are recovering days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week totally had things to screw up my plans for the weekends but i still managed to accomplish them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday had a meeting at work and it ended late and due to Gaya's persters i stilll rushed over to Lau Pa Sat to meet them and we had a nice dinner to kinda celebrate Sivans birthday. Have a good brithday babe. Stupid meeting at company. I really want to switch projects. What im doing now is such a headache, we are being pushed like mad, it givs me headache just thinking bout it and now Isa might change me to another project hoepfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday i had a major even to attend. My direct cousin was getting married and i am her cousin so i had to be feeling all important right. But i dont know why but i felt nothing. But went in a fucked up outfit called a Jippa basically its this costume where its like a polo shirt but MUCH longer with a shorter color. So went with that and realised the whole other side was full of females. But did nothing la other then use my eyes to see. Now i was at tank road temple which happens to be right beside MS. I had already planned not to go club and spend the whole day with my family feeling important and all but all the chicks walking to MS had me burning to club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called Ryan told him im coming and called Jagan to join me and bring me a nice looking shirt. So we all decided to get check out Amaran. Met Jagan at tekka at 11.30 and went to change and the shirt he brough happened ot look bad no offence bro but it looked bad aint ur fault. So saw prissy and Shamine at the coffee shop sat with them a while and they decided to enter first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan came at 12 with Royce the man and we entered Amaran and i tell u all AMARAN IS GUCKING HUGE!!! for an indian club. There is a fucking huge stage for live bands Huge sofa areas. Huge sitting areas AND A fucking huge dance floor with a freaking V.V.I.P room!!! Now its pretty good, now go only if u like to dance to indian music. They had like dance performances by Acid House, games and singing and all.. Over all it was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of stuff happened but im just lazy to type. Other then i met Marks sista and her fren. Nice peeps. Hope to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THe gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IN TCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like this cause i look YOUNGER then how young i already look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jagan and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114339395594633484?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114339395594633484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114339395594633484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114339395594633484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114339395594633484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ike.html' title='ike'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114270605272235488</id><published>2006-03-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:20:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Mo Mo</title><content type='html'>Been so fucking busy lately, Hence the slow blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me give a overview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JJ house&lt;br /&gt;2. Fucked by SM&lt;br /&gt;3. Fucked by Mdm&lt;br /&gt;4. Fucked up day&lt;br /&gt;5. JJ house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on wednesday, went to Jagan's house to slack and chill. Ruthra was there too so just slacked the night away and i found a replacement to liquor, a more lethal replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking water, yes just plain water i drank 1.2litres and more, Fucked up shit balls, u think its easy why dont u give it a try. Felt like puking immidiately. Stupid game blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well stayed over at J's place and went to work the next day with a hours sleep, and got a fever the following day. Fucked up New Water is seriously fucked. ALL THAT PMS must be killing us guys. Fuck that drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day Mark SM calls me, Mark SM is a colleague of mine, he asks if im his fren and all that crap and then tells me that his quitting on friday. On asking why he claims his dad found out about us slacking in work and that he wants him to quit and drag us all off with him. All we did was play pool and now SM wants to get us all in shit. Its too complicated to explain about so ill just leave it at that next week i might not be still having a job fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we get to work at around 9.30 as usual and we get fucked by mdm for being late, and this aint no typical fuck, its one fucking hardcore bitch fuck. You dont want to see a boss in PMS anger, ITS A KILLER. So we all just acted kewl and just took all the fuck in and this was the day i got J the job to join me and he already sees us get fuck. What good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work rushed back home to change and go meet the gals, X(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;) and Shalu. Those 2 fucking clowns. The initial plan was to intro Mark Suresh to Shalu. But i think Shalu just loves me and she did not want to meet Mark Suresh at all. So well i went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met the gals and felt like smoking since i just recovered from sickness. Bought a pack and smoked and follow the gals to swensens to eat and also to see Shalus crush working in swensens. Now this guys is supposed to be damn hot and all. But i was like wtf when i saw him, His name is Ranjeet and he dosent look that hot seriously, so i had to sit and listen to listen to the 2 going on, on how he could have looked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating want to smoke no lighter, so fine buy one after finding a shop. Then we head to lido to slack. when i go there i lose my pack, no idea how or where my pack with 16 fucking sticks is gone. Dunhill pack GONE!!!! fuckiing cb. pissed as fuck and the gals were actually happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home in the train i saw a engaged gal in my design class with her bf and he was a typical mat who was pissed with her and was actully punching the mrt platform doors and scarring everyone, in the mrt he wanted to punch her but stopped himself and punched the door glasses. I just imagined if he had punched her, would anyone have came forward to help???U decide if u see one mad ass MALAY FUCKER angry ass hell standing there and u want to cool him down how would u do it??? good luck to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today was a J's house again, they had a prayer going on there, so went for it late as usual and came back late as usual there one scarry thing happen. One of the old ladies got into a trance, like the god had gone into her and it was a bit scarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no mood to actually write going to go back watching my 4th movie for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes its me behind and X. who looks so malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me at lido, i still dont know my pack is lost.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and the ever fat Shalu aka Backstabber. Shes growing stuff...!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and X, with my new Marc Ecko watch!!!!!! I LOVE IT!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just found out i lost my pack and Shalu still can take this pic and ask if its nice.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fucked up night!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114270605272235488?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114270605272235488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114270605272235488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114270605272235488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114270605272235488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-mo-mo.html' title='Busy Mo Mo'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114214405195116675</id><published>2006-03-12T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:14:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nir</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps, well today is Sunday and im dieing. Im not feeling really good at all. My head is aching, legs hurting, ankles sore, welll alll thanks to last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i planned to go club so Jagan called and asked me to come with him to Ragaawoods. For those who dont know what raaga woods is, well it is just an indian club now suddenly with quite some malays. Ruthra was supposed to come too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went early to orchard to meet up Mark Suresh, Mervyn(his fren) to have dinner. Had long john's even thou i didnt want to eat fast food, didnt know why but was feeling sick the whole freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating it was still early, went to TopShop and they have a new jeans series, or jeans and its only 55, but it seems really chinese so still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Zara, i like that place, nice and kewl, there spotted a brown straight cut, tight pants to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all these, I had this fren name Ryan, he had called me earlier to come to desire with him that night, i told him i would see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Zara we sat and i called ruthra, now he was asking us to come to Naughty Nine and i had enough, so walked to desire and i tell u, walking from orchard to Boat Quay IS MAD!!!!! Its a fucking long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i paid 0 dollars, casue Ryan covered for me and the rest paid, Latif joined us, his first time clubbing i think he seemed sad and hated the place lol. So we bought a chivas regal and entered. There it was amazingly without any fycking GALS! LIKE WTF MAN! so many man and no women, i think i went to down to the dance floor only once, when Ryan and me went down to the empty floor and danceed to tempted to touch. CCB still no gal fucked up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sometime at around like 4.30 i went out with the rest to 7 elven, Ryan and his fren Royce had left with their 2 GAL friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there Mark bought some chips, when this guy Dharma struck, cause earlier in the night i had seen this guy and shaked hand even tough i didnt know him. But i left a fucked up remark when i walked past him, i was like i dont even know who the fuck this fellow is, he got pissed i think. So at the 7 eleven he started talking, saying we punks and saying somethinbg like that was fucked up. Now i simply could have called anyone i wanted from anyone of the nearby clubs, Naughty Nine or Raaga but it was the wrong thing to do i knew. So i just told him u look just like my fren and he gave hand and i said ok then. Now we both are frens haha supposedly and i am so happy with my self balls, a guy talked to me like that and i did nothing. WOHHOO!!!! im growing up balls and im loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who had a boring night, well fuck it balls, just game in ur pc and die away i guess. MOFOS!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate cops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIcs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never photoshop my images and its only abstract. Front and its scarry.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont like this pic, but the lights look so kewl, so had to put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly screw madam wongs for their party, took all the fucking gals, !!!!!!! CB!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanLife.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RanjanKumar39@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114214405195116675?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114214405195116675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114214405195116675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114214405195116675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114214405195116675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/nir.html' title='Nir'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114205884467899360</id><published>2006-03-11T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:34:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>Well life has been damn boring and demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you havent got a Girlfren you gotta go praise ur self countlessly, there is totally no one else and it gets boring after a while and you get demoralised. Well fuck that i will be fine after sleeping and waking up in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was kinda good. Went to work and did nothing, we started work at 10 and we ended work at 10. We just sat there and drank drinks till 1 before deciding to go to Parklane(P center).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we played this new game in a snooker table and my beginners luck won me the first 2 rounds then i lost as usual. But we played it till we were bored and after an treathning situation we headed back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen we changed as in Me and Mark Suresh and headed to town. It was fucking Leceh, changing, gelling, spraying and then taking a fucking MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to orchard we went to Junction 8 cause Mark SM wanted to get his Mum and supposed gal he was meeting something nice. So we went to bits and pieces, where he got his Mum a 7 dollars item and the gal a whooping 25 bucks. lol. The price difference is a bit too extreme i feel for a gal and mum lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got reminded of my mum and how her birthday was just a day ago and bought her a nice necklace with pendant and it even came with a nice box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that finally we could proceed to Orchard. We tried to make Mark SM come to Club with us, but his dad supposedly wouldnt allow it and Mark SM didnt want to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to town, i wanted a nice watch, so went to the city chain outlets, GUess Shop and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen we decided to go to Zara, nice place man the one in wisma, but the one at Borders is so much fucking better and bigger. THen we went to Louis Vuitton, LV, FUcking nice place, but totally ridiculous pricing till today i feel. The door man who was indian got fucking dissed by me somemore, sad man, but it was funny in there, we just went WOW at everything. But what struck me was that there was a monk in there, A MONK and he was trying on the LV shoes. They all looked the same to me, but he was looking at him self in the robes and see which shoe looked best in the robe, LV for a monk, haizzz nothing wrong i guess but haiizzzz. He looked so King in that bloody mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to TopMan, where we spotted some nice stuff, but not really nice. Haha contradictive. It was just ok stuff really, its like im growing out of TOpman's casual stuff. They dont look catered for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to Flesh Imp and Flash and Splash, but i was running late, needed to go check out a watch for a seller in PS. So we both headed to PS to go see this Kenneth Cole watch. IT was a model that could not be found in Singapore. But before we went to PS we walked thru OG and looked at the watches there a Marc Ecko also caught my eye there, so when i saw the watch in the box when he asked if i was going to buy it i said gimme some time. Then we both left for OG for me to try on the Marc Ecko and i fell in love with it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bought it and went to Heeren, Flesh Imp when i went there i felt fucking famous, the guys working there knew me and i was like yo supz haha, and when fucking Mark Suresh Bought nothing i wanted to kill him haha. But it was kewl. By now we were fucking hungry, went to the food court at cine to eat, WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF FAST FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner smoked, checked out gals whom were funnily rare yesterady and just walked. We went to Ngee Ann CIty stairs my usual hang out and slacked smoking and drinking, MInereal Water. It is not only i realise that i forgot to call people to come along with us and they might get pissed. So Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over all it was a pretty fun day, with a new fren and Sivan is my fren again i hope, and i love indian gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOnite might be RagaaWoods and im dreading going there, my wear to anjadi club attire is in the wash now and im blurred out. Screwed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics?? :::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the train to boon Keng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark Suresh and Me, my hair only looks fucking good in the mornings, fucked up man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new Marc Ecko with in the Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Marc Ecko :::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could just not fit it into the ball they gave properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesh its fucking Huge , and beautifull, My new GF belonging to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for ur info, my mum had the cheek to complain about the necklace i bought her, she claimed a bag would have been more usefull, woman i will never get them, they are just so confusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114205884467899360?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114205884467899360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114205884467899360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114205884467899360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114205884467899360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114191906777524998</id><published>2006-03-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:17:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>Well just like the title i have this fren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Santa Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start i dont have his pic too, this is one eurasian guy supposedly as he says, shane's best fucking fren, hated by most, nephew of the boss in the company i work in, stupid(he hates this word), RICH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was hilarious i shall say and i shall narrate the story to u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i appeared to report as usual late, we had a pack to smoke. THat was nice cause Mark bought them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to work and we split.&lt;br /&gt;THen we met mark and latif again.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to thiong Bahru plaza and slacked at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;And we fucking force the hell out of Mark to buy us a shrooms meal.&lt;br /&gt;Then we try to dig more money out and try to get him to buy us a fucking 2 pc meal. But we settle for a macs meal instead. Now during this time, we were fucking Hungry!!! But then we realised that a cig pack was cheaper. SO we fucking bought a pack!!!!! Even when ur hungry, CIggs come first??? That is total bullshit, but we did it, we are fucktards and i accpet.&lt;br /&gt;And if all these wasnt enough, we knew Mark still had 1.60 in his wallet. So we made him buy us Yakun Kaya Toast for exchange of helping him get 5 cups of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;So from 30 to 0, we are fucking gold diggers.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know none of that made sense, just get the part where MARK SANTA MARIA was robbed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was supposed to save all my work money for my tattoos, but in the end im spending them on really ex stuff, man looks like one more year with out my tatoo still. Sad balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday should be clubbing somewhere, where exactly not planned. But if any of u mofos have totally nothing to do, you guys can come join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have th colleague, i cant say his name so i call him X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well X was telling us about how there is this service in Indonesia, where there is a family, Father, Mother and Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all u do is u pay the Father , Mother to fuck their daughter for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if that isnt all, u stay with the family in their house, u fuck in their bedroom, they cook for u ur meals and ur treated like a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for supposed 300 Sing dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when i heard all these i just pretended to be cool to X and made it seem all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fucking ass mota fucking son of a bitch as shit headed piece of shit assed fuck face mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X has 3 kids, a Son, Daughter, and a 1 year old baby. Now WTF man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was fucking the 16 year old gal, didnt he feel anything else other then the tingle on his dick. Come on man the gal was the same age as his daugther. Why did he have to go all the way and satisfy his desire for 1 fucking week. 1 fucking week daily fucking the gal countless times. Motafucker. That is sick and it fucking got to me. How can u have sex with an underage gal when ur 42 and have kids and ur own family, dosent it even affect ur mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesh i know my colleagues are all sex maniacs. I better not see any of u gals walking past cause i cant stop them from whistling at u or even making fun of ur assets. But overall they are kewl guys. But that motafucking X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know bout u guys, but i will never resort to a prostitute, never. Not saying that it is easy to get a gal outside but why prostitue. Find a GF or just fucking wank. Curb it in u asses. Defaming women and all, they aint some object to fuck only u assholes. As for GF's thats a whole different story. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Now im not dissing u guys who actually resort to that(quite a few), ur still my frens but Pls try to stop it will u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time ur about to fuck a prostitute, think about it this way, think about someone u really care and that is her there. Think about her and i will see if u will even be standing. Someone u care as in ur Mum???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now so many unrelated topics. Haha. Well a pic?? Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know im thin and i look screwed up, went to study la what u expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and my once fren. Sobz!! PROBLEMS!!!!! In Swensens at Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK BACKSTABERS!!!! AND IM FULL OF PROBLEMS NOW, BUT I KNOW IM NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT SOMEONE I KNOW HAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114191906777524998?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114191906777524998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114191906777524998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114191906777524998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114191906777524998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/mark-santa-maria.html' title='Mark Santa Maria'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114183633211673267</id><published>2006-03-09T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:45:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kl</title><content type='html'>I want that sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Sebastian, a fren of mine, this fellow knows every thing out there in fashion industry in orchard. From TOpmans sale to Zara's color his the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad cant find the pics of him thou. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only side i guess, front is shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114183633211673267?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114183633211673267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114183633211673267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114183633211673267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114183633211673267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/kl_09.html' title='kl'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114173818626982009</id><published>2006-03-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:43:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frens?</title><content type='html'>Well good day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days have been a pain, working, communicating, solving politics can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There were lots of stuff written here, but i decided to delete it, didnt want to cause problems.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im totally demoralised, i havent been this way in years, its not just cause of you, its everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good buy peeps, some guy venoth is chatting with me, for what? God knows why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic for self indulgence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/13920532621538l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114173818626982009?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114173818626982009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114173818626982009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114173818626982009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114173818626982009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/frens.html' title='Frens?'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114155296462050287</id><published>2006-03-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:06:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck Spellchecker</title><content type='html'>Fucking spell checker ruined my whole post, fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i got to re write the whole post again and im lazy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok simply, went out with Gaya and Shalu to buy stuff on friday and on Saturday went to Sivans parents 25th wedding annivesary and clubbed at Desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff i bought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00608.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im getting sick of flesh imp. ( had to use my 10 bucks voucher so bought something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00610.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And a converse shoe to my collection of shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And not forgetting i pierced my right ear now too, all thanks to fucking Mark Suresh and Latif saying i look chinese with one ear pierced. That was the spark, what ever you do never never, ever, ever say an indian guys looks chineseit will kill him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well it hurt, no idea why, but i love pain so fuck it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now before i go into saturday i would like to say that i have started work at Origin again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00588.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MarK suresh taking this lousy pixelated shot and me carrying soem fucking heavy sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok back to topic, so during the party, Sivans cousins were nice people, really nice, her young cousins were damn hilarious, and Sivan dressed up looking real feminenly for once, it was the first i had seen in my whole life and i was surprised as well as shocked and really happy for her. But Sivan it is not because of your looks that i dont go out with you often always remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So after the party before we were dragged to dance, Renuke, shalu, gaya and me left the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me and Gaya headed to Desire, which as usual was damn indian, Met Arwin , Kabee and Gaanesh there. So thru them i now know Muru, Faizal and actually all of desire cause Kabeelan used to work there and they owe him 8 bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that got back home at around 5.45 and my parents were awake lol. So had to tahan some nag from my mum about during her days, it was never possible for my uncles to even think about coming home at such times lol. I fucking hate the guy who invented time, FUCK HIM, literally that will show him time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here i am now, after rejecting some proposals to go out to gym and pool, i am damn tired, danced the whole night balls. But dancing with a fren is damn uncomfortable, i didnt even dare move to another gal, didnt want to tarnish my reputation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah so now i still have my reputation and Indian gals are preety and to Premma fucking forget the past and be an adult, when people decide to make up, atleast to try to act nice and if u cant act im always free to teach. Other then all was good and one other thing, always remember to say BYE to your fucking frens of 4 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LAStly Khalsa beers are fucked up, i didnt even feel good after drinking them, even the uncles there after one Mug decided it was enough, Beer which is bad is BAD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quote of the month : "IN times of Doubt, DONT BUY!" by Gayathri &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;during shopping at heeren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some pictures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spotted during work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00607.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My shoes(from left to right) : Timberland, Nike Sneakers, Converse(the ones i bought), Nike Sneakers, Adiddas Boots.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00603.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My computer area, and yesh i know it looks like pig sty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANd reserver your thought to urself, thanx. And i believe  a blog is to write on what you did and feel, online diary, not bullshit place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114155296462050287?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114155296462050287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114155296462050287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114155296462050287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114155296462050287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-spellchecker.html' title='fuck Spellchecker'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-114023505058159279</id><published>2006-02-18T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:57:30.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-S-U-P-I-D-M-E</title><content type='html'>I believe a lot of stuff is going on out there in the outside world. People getting shot,  people wanting to shoot back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 secret society members shooting one other chinese guy ah come on man let them take it out on themselves, BUT NO. Now we gotta get involved too. Most of you wont get it, but i just had to write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i heard about some drawings and cause of that Danes pulling out of here and there, well screw that too. Whats happening to the Peace. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is some political power struggles why that too. Cant everyone live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my whole week since last week was screwed up. Seriously screwed. I felt something i havent felt in a long time. I suddenly felt uncomfortable among whom ever it associates to and i did not like that feeling and im not going to risk it again fullstop And did u realise how the full written word has so much more emphasis then just the "."(fullstop) Well thats how it is in life we forget about the small little things, over look them when they actually mean alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u notice , i miss out on alot of "." in this blog, i have been missing out in these "."'s and its time for me to catch up. Not only in the writing world but in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much shit and im happy if i just got my songs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My additions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why (Remix) Ft. Jadakiss Nas &amp; Common             by Jadakiss Ft Nas &amp; Common2. Warning Shots                                                            by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;3. Simple Histoire (Voidd Remix)                                  by Thievery Corportation&lt;br /&gt;4. Alone In Kyoto                                                           by Air&lt;br /&gt;5. Until the Morning (Thievery Corporation Remix)   by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;6. Until the Morning (Kid Loco's Dr. Feelgood Mix)    by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;7. Outernationalist (Thievery Corporation Remix)      by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;8. Car Pile-up                                                                  by Digger &amp; the Pussycats&lt;br /&gt;9. Truth and Rights (Previously Unreleased)                by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;10. Carolina Daze '98                                                      by HHH&lt;br /&gt;11. State of the Union (Thievery Corporation Remix)  by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;12. Exilio (Thievery Corporation Remix)                       by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;13. Resolution (Thievery Corporation Remix)               by Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;14. Leni                                                                             by Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah chill out people. Groove to Thievery Corps beats. This are from a limited Korea only Bonus CD , Digipack of the Album, The Cosmic Game, Enjoy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-114023505058159279?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114023505058159279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=114023505058159279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114023505058159279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/114023505058159279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-u-p-i-d-m-e.html' title='-S-U-P-I-D-M-E'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113829605192756964</id><published>2006-01-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:20:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-2-1-43-4-</title><content type='html'>Well here we go for another torture for u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortest post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went blank on what to type other then this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty - Old Dirthy Bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113829605192756964?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113829605192756964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113829605192756964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113829605192756964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113829605192756964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-1-43-4.html' title='-2-1-43-4-'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113804065824107044</id><published>2006-01-24T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:24:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carroll &amp; KUmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to all you people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys need some people funny out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did u guys thing of Harold &amp; Kumar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll HERES UR VERY OWN LOCAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;            CAROLLL AND KUMAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/Carroll%20and%20ranjan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/Carroll%20and%20ranjan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now isnt that cool!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113804065824107044?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113804065824107044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113804065824107044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113804065824107044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113804065824107044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/carroll-kumar.html' title='Carroll &amp; KUmar'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113787414961535362</id><published>2006-01-22T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T04:09:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-1-</title><content type='html'>Its been all good the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to just scrape thru school. RIght now i have 3 work to finish of which 2 i have to finish by monday and i have started on NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have nothing to say other then what this year i hope is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh i truely wish for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want fights, i dont want people talking to my face, i dont want people staring at me, i dont want anyshit involving me pissing one someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesh PEACE this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who dont deserve the peace from me, well fuck u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am fucking worried about my future. I dont want to be a fucking low key bastard in life, i want to be someone, just someone who can make a difference or be a difference.&lt;br /&gt;THAT DOSENT MEAN IM JOINING SINGAPORE IDOL. But me and Shane did think of going to the auditions and actually laugh at every fuckface who walks out losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to keep things short, had a hair cut cause someone was uncomfortable walking beside me with long hair, said FUCK YOU to my teacher, was offered 13 free tickets, and watched LOTS of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the FUCK YOU part, its actually a song by Dre with snoop in it and all, and i had a presentation to do to my teacher and she asked for the name, SO I said FUCK YOU lol, yesh that was it. She is more of an open mined teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now piss off who evers reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i had this fren u know.&lt;br /&gt;Whom i thought was having confusion.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The fren was IN confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Falling for the same SEX.&lt;br /&gt;I say its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite mofo's and to sarah im so sorry gal, the taxi drivers have had too much of money from me, im not gonna spend a single send this week on taxis.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113787414961535362?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113787414961535362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113787414961535362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113787414961535362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113787414961535362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title='-1-'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113734298555970866</id><published>2006-01-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:36:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Well sorry for the late update people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been so busy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggling projects, FYP, external work and school can kill one and on top of that still trying to keep ur social life working altogether is tuff. But this is what i have been trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of people to catch up with sorry been just god damn fucking busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whats going on with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im busier then usual, cant stand some fucking lessons i have such as MMPJ ( Project management) and MMAS ( Macromedia Director).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why the fuck u need to use microsoft project to make a chart, actually i do after doing the FYP proposal but still fuck it. Im very sure i might fail my MMPJ written assignment. Now back to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to realise how selfish certain of your friends can be. Im not saying im not selfish but i always try my best not to be. Sometimes letting some people know that they are actually considered by you to be their good friend allows them to fuck around with you. Im not going to say names, but lieing straight to each others face, thinking your the best motafcuker in the world, lieing to ur frens so that you can have fun alone with other people, not introing UR frens to me when the first thing i do is intro my frens, changing ur walk when u see a gal, cracking a lame joke infront of a gal and finally just continously making an ass of urself in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i did start an anti you campaign long ago, i wont lie, its actually moving on and one day i can just see myself stabbing u and then throwing you in the Singapore River, where u will float and then seeing my self in Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as i meet more and more people, i realise what the society is really like. I cant stand people like those and i dont want to know people like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i since im not like one of those above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i love women, i do not change my self in front of them, maybe i do tink or used to, i dont act like i fucking own the world, i hate being stared at, i just say what i want to say and i intro my frens to anyone i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just pissed cause i realise that everyone has flaws even me, but the biggest flaw is in being selfish which i cannot stand, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still are those that always console them selves and prove a point is alright.&lt;br /&gt;Lets say they buy a shirt for 190, and then u see the same one going for 80, they will somehow go oh atleast i have it and that bullshit this bullshit, will u just cut the bull and just start crying. GOD. Or even if they break it the very next day they will console them selves. Im used to this people thou, i just let it go thru my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of the anger, well i just saw a couple of old friends photos and i just realised how much all of them changed. For the better or worst i dont know but i guess its all fated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who think that i mentioned about them, yesh its fucking U. Look at urself in the mirror and just fucking screw urselfs. Then send me a email of ur birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that i can send u guys a fucking mirror to take a look at ur self properly.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113734298555970866?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113734298555970866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113734298555970866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113734298555970866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113734298555970866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113519655342614504</id><published>2005-12-22T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T04:22:33.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few weeks</title><content type='html'>Today i was out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the troop and realised who i really was, what i was trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint any of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna turn 18 soon, cant wait for it, but i dont like who i am.&lt;br /&gt;I have done things which will freak anyone out, and with the coming of my birthday i intend to leave all these behind and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make peace with the people i long ago had problems with, eventough they claim its fine, the feeling emerges, the &lt;u&gt;un-comfortableness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(now shane is gonna correct this typo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 9 people, who probably never read this blog, no matter what i say or do, i know i will not be forgiven, but the person u know isnt who u thought it was. It was just the make up of different people i used to know. Im really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now there is 1 person, which till now i have no idea what the problem is, but it has become so un-comfortable to talk to. WHat happened to those days where we could talk about anything or what ever. Now its never a call or a Hi. Hatred is in the air for no reason. Now all i ask for is reconcilliation, but if that is not possible then i say its over. But to me there is always an open door and forgiveness is something i hope u will grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now i was spending some time on the phone and forgot what else to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Shane happy birthday and i actully got u a gift man, and the trouble i went thru to get it, whoosh, its ridiculous man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113519655342614504?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113519655342614504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113519655342614504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113519655342614504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113519655342614504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/few-weeks.html' title='Few weeks'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113455469296540404</id><published>2005-12-14T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:04:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next Next Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday November 26th 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on this day, i did practically nothing, just slept the whole day to cover up from the previous days long walk with the gorilla gaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at nite my mum tells me, that for my upcoming cousins engagement i got to go formal, so i was like whatever and went shopping with her. In the end got this formal pants which in the end i kinda liked and for once its not baggy, so while i was coming back home my fren Jagan calls me, he wants me to come to his aunts house, supposedly they were having some party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some background info on Jagan, well he is like my cousin, but actually he is a very very close family friend, i've known him for as long as i can remember and his family treat me like their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now back to topic, so go there late at around 12 with my mum and bro, when we reach there, we eat and then he comes up with a plan, we planned to go over to his other aunts condo, slack there, get a drink and proceed to bishan the next ady together to watch Ruthra play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say fine and go along so come back get my stuff and proceed to the place in a cab, now when we reach there outside the lift of the condo is a box. A Johnnie walker box, so just by luck we pick it up and realise there is ACTUALLY a full bottle in it. So being the indian we are we hid it from our aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we staked out waited for all to sleep and then went to drink at the pool. So here we have an unopened full bottle of Johnnie walker swing and 2 dumb asses want to finish the bottle. So we tried the imposible and started. Now i did a mistake and got forced by Jagan to drag damn early and we both got drunk and realeased a couple of unwanted waste through out mouth, now dont let me go there, i also have a video of this event but i dont want to humilate my self. Well the bottom line is that we both got drunk and woke up the next morning with a snapping headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00380.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday November 27th 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we took 2 buses to bishan, now ruthra is supposedly a big gangster and at bishan i realised why, he was like fucking fierce but he was cool with us, he was like a big time in potong pasir but nm all i can say is that in that tournament, potong pasir had 2 teams and both came in 1st , 2nd. It wasnt soccer that was being played, it was rugby, hockey, boxing all in one. THANK GOD i wasnt playing, i would have came out shattered. So after the whole tournament play a game and get my watch broken and my leg injured, see what i mean, well thats the game so go back home and JUST SLEEP all the way to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notes to self&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gaya fren fuck shalu&lt;br /&gt;-Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;-MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113455469296540404?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113455469296540404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113455469296540404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113455469296540404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113455469296540404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/next-next-next.html' title='next Next Next'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113449385288124771</id><published>2005-12-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:10:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitez</title><content type='html'>Well let me start. Now where do i start.&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since i blogged, well its all thanks to the hangovers i have been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lemme start off from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday November 25th 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically on that day, i was like damn busy. Woke up and yet again didnt go to school, now Lai Fook Ming defienetly misses me. So then i begin to think what can i actually do to enjoy my day and just in time Saran calls, he needs assitance in selecting his Prom suit or maybe just company further more i have to go to a party at east coast. So head down to Raffles City Shopping Center and meet them late. So Saran as usual spends a LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG time selecting the stuff at G2000, now i always thought this  was one EXPENSIVE PLACE, but after visiting it, i realise the pricing is rather suitable or shall i say affordable. So then since saran can get a half price discount i got myself a nice long sleeve shirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Got to meet gaya to go to east coast. Till then i had no idea why the hell GAYA was coming for a PSL event. Well she came anyway and upon reaching there only did i realise about how freaking bad the event was and after some reminder i remembered i was actually the PSL alumni VICE - PRESIDENT, now freaking hell thats a big thing, i got a post and a big one at that. Well anyway back tot topic. THe whole thing sucked. I was actually pretty embaressed to be part of the event or even associated to them. Well for a start the chicken wasnt marinated, the music sucked ass, they were all taling in their CHannel 8 language and finally the FOOD SUCKED ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank god the rain came, it was a nice drizzle. So we all proceeded to the BUS STop or some sheltered area. There as usual Sivan had to leave.  So it was down to me and gaya to roam singapore. So we took a bus to esplanade and walked around. Now it was still drizzling. Ok so we walked more and more talked alot of bullshit and reached clarke quay and talked at a indian muslim shop. There a guy comes a long and then tries to hit on gaya but of course it failed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im like so damn lazy to write now so i will continue later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to self&lt;br /&gt;-gaya fren&lt;br /&gt;-JJ&lt;br /&gt;-MIA&lt;br /&gt;-Engagement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113449385288124771?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113449385288124771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113449385288124771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113449385288124771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113449385288124771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/nitez.html' title='Nitez'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113314833194679279</id><published>2005-11-28T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:25:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday [Saturday 26 Nov]</title><content type='html'>WEll hi, Sorry i was gone for some time, but school has become rather hectique and it getting stressfull. And its only the 5th week of school. Now enough of school, which is rahter boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on Saturday i was damn bored. My parents weren't in town and i had the whole house to myself. So it was all planned that i was supposed to go clubbing with , Jagan, Ruthra, Gaya and maybe some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on friday, Jagan claimed he was going on friday, so i asked him to fuck off, then gaya called and said she going with her frens to O bar and asked me to tag along, Now now, Im only 17 and December 31st will mark my official , legal clubbing days, so i declined her invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i was a bored 17 gonna be 18 year old boy, bored with life and frens, with nothing to do on a SATURDAY night,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i thought at first..). &lt;/span&gt;So nm nm. At around 4, Saran called me. Incase no one knows who saran is, he is my secondary school fren, a former geek turned cool guy. He wanted to meet up as Susanto, another sec. school fren who now plays soccer daily, wanted to have dinner. So i was like yay things to do. So i went off late as usual and Saran and Susanto were early, well met them and then came the hard part, deciding where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i mean, we could have made do with LOng Johns, Burger KIng, Macdonalds, KFC or whatever but we being the cool guys we wanted to eat at a Classy place. So we went to orchard towers after helping Susanto choose a watch to buy for his galfren's birthday from GUESS.(now that is one good boyfren). So then we walked to Orchard Towers area to eat tony romas, now tony romas or kenny rogers im not sure but it was one of it. But it was full so we had to wait for half an hour, the waiteress asked us to go for a walk and come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were leaving i spotted this restaunt called the 3 monkeys, it was filled with caucasians, but fuck it. It was directly opposite Orchard Towers entarance, so we took a sit and ordered out stuff, wasnt exactly affordable pricing but the food was pretty good. I ordered a Chicken Chix. Sorry no picture of it, i was too hungry to even care i just DUG in. Now the service there was fucked up due to one of the fucking booches, she just wouldnt pous us our fucking drinks. She fucked it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Saran at 3 monkeys in sepia mode, shot by Susanto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00344.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me and Susanto at 3 monkeys)&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me at 3 monkeys no flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished our food, and Susanto had to leave. To him games was more important then fren, so he left in a cab. Me and Saran checked out the chicks in Orchard towers and then proceeded to LIDO. Our plan was to see if there was any movie. So we checked all the times and one caught my attention. SAW II at 11.55pm. It was suppsoed to open on 1 december, and was sneaking on that day, ONE WEEK EARLIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a walk to borders as Saran wanted to use the toilets and i wanted to draw cash, After coming back we bought the tickets and got a drink and went to the lift landing as i wanted to smoke, here we talked alot and caught up on time, it has rather been sometime since we last talked. Now the talk was private maybe one day i shall write it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grabbed the movie, it was excellent, just great very twisted,but in the movie i got fucking scolded by a fucking ugly bitch. Ruthra called me and asked me to go to raaga woods with him, the moment i picked up the phone, which was in silent mode, she just turned to me and SCREAMED IN THE CINEMA, to shut up. The whole cinema turned to look at me sia. It was fucking embarrasing, thank god she didnt ruin the movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie, took a cab and met Arwin and Hui Quan at admirtlym, to drink. HUi Quan was telling me about army life and all and i realised im gonna suffer in there. In Case u dont know Hui Quan, he was my secondary school fren , who didnt turn up for school for 6 months. So after drinking at around 4, we decided to leave. So i somehow talked Hui Quan into sending me home in his bicycle. So cycled and cycled and when we reached my house he decided to stay at my house. So i woke up the next day at 4pm and DID MY DEAE till now when im in class in TBCM bored to death. But thank god my lappy, or shall i say SALLY is with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113314833194679279?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113314833194679279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113314833194679279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113314833194679279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113314833194679279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-saturday-26-nov.html' title='Saturday [Saturday 26 Nov]'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113136783974196387</id><published>2005-11-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:08:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIngs Club - Videos ** Please Do Not freak Out.</title><content type='html'>Hi people, remember what i was saying about finding a site to upload the video's and posting them. Well i found a host, and before everyone watches the 2nd one especially pls remember it was just a phase and this is what we indian guys sometimes do during Deepavali Season. So please do not freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Introduction : Jagan,Yogi, Raj, Vicky, Yugesh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.(Gopi isnt there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/file/get/RanjanLife-KingsClub153.3gp" width="500" height="300" type="text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.Scroll down for the 2nd video.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hitting the dancefloor : ALL OF US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/file/get/RanjanLife-KingsCLubSOng239.3gp" width="500" height="300" type="text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see its me here actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113136783974196387?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113136783974196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113136783974196387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113136783974196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113136783974196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/kings-club-videos-please-do-not-freak.html' title='KIngs Club - Videos ** Please Do Not freak Out.'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113129606941610594</id><published>2005-11-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:54:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Club - Censored.</title><content type='html'>Well well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterady or shall i just say on Saturday, i had to go for some dumb deepavali visiting again. So left at around 2 alone since i woke up late and headed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ang Mo Kio, since my aunt lived there and as expected they started talking about the way i dressed and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tough it is still the 1980's now, someone should really nudge my family in the head, telling them ITS YEAR 2005, followed by a HUGE ass weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting assaulted by all those contradictive words, they went on to a very sensitive topic, of SMOKING, now now i am a casual smoker so i think u will understand why this topic is rather sensitive. So they were discussing about me to never smoke and all and i just played along. Though my mum suspects i smoke, i think its a matter of time before she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt changed topic and talked about my future, now i AM THE CENtER of attraction, DONT BLAME ME FOR HAVING HUGE ASS CONFIDENCE, ITS MY FUCKING FAMILY. So i was saying i like designing and all, so they asked me to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMSTERDAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my UNiversity education. Now we all know what goes down in amsterdam, and for those who dont here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AMSTERDAM LEGAL ACTIVITIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 ) Drugs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 ) Drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Drugs&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Prostitutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Prostitutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) Prostitutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Prostitutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10)Prostitutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do u expect me of all people to be able to study in a country like that. Oh boy may the lord help me. So enought about that place. Ang Mo Kio sucks. I no longer have the respect i used to have there, which pissed me off. Lets put that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came back home at around 6. Took a shower and then my mum says we got to go to my god aunts house. NOW WTF. But hell this place means FREE LIQUOUR, so i immidiately got ready. Reached there and realised there was no liqour and no god brothers coming except for my cousin Jagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say about that place is that it was slightly more fun and we made plans to go Clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;Now when i say clubbing i thought it would be at some cool place like MS or clarke quay. But onlu upon reaching there did i know where the hell i was. So we were going to meet some of Jagan's frens at TEKKA mall.. Yesh i think u guys can guess. THe fucking club was at tekka or more appropiately Little India ( Back alleys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me in my white shirt at Woodlands, with Jagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me in my yellow levis shirt in the bus with Jagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to the club alone with Yogi one of our frens and when we walked in, the music hit me first, followed by the smoke, followed by the drinks, followed by the bar gals and finally the staring eyes. Now being the smart ass i am, i wore yellow instead off black. So haizz i had an aura of yellow side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in met Yogi, Gopi, Vicky, Raj and Yugesh and immidiately this guys were finding problem. Being indian if a friend of ours gets wacked we will always remember and seek revenge and today was the day. But FIRST we had to enjoy. So danced, clapped, whistled and made a fool of ourselves. AND THE BAR GALS WERE SMOKIING HOT. But being in a different territory , i decided to shut my mouth and just watch. So danced and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween there came these very very very beautiful Tequila girls, Now they were gorgeous and they were like forcing us to get some shots. But all of us said No. we just wanted our normal drinks. Which comprised of Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger and Burbon Coke. Now during the songs Vicky and Yogi started whistling damn loud and the other group kept whistling back, and it got to such a point that the club security had to actually come and ask us to stop. Other then that point everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember i was saying these guys were finding trouble, well they decided it was best to walk away or shall i say run away due to reasons i cant elaborate about. So outside in the road, said bye to our AMK side partners and adjourned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jagan took a cab where i dropped him off at Amk and i proceeded to Woodlands and the cab driver was telling me about the place i had just came from and it seems that people have been killed there and all. One of these days im going back to the alley and getting you all some pics. Its god damn scarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more to write but i dont know how to put it in words. Its an indian think, some of you all might never get to understand this stuff. Its not YOUR'LL its US. UR FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have videos of these outing which i will be posting god damn soon untill i find a fucking web host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spenditure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi there: &lt;strong&gt;10 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks : &lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarattes : &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi back : &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;63&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dollars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached home at around 4 and went to sleep. Waking up at 4 on Sunday and watching the first 2 parts of &lt;strong&gt;Mario Puzo's : GODFATHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113129606941610594?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113129606941610594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113129606941610594&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113129606941610594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113129606941610594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/kings-club-censored.html' title='Kings Club - Censored.'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-113112484494994608</id><published>2005-11-05T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:20:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. Back for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi people, Ranjan Here and yesh im back for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please Link me up to THis BLOG as IM STOPPING MY OLD ONE (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ranjanlife.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;www.ranjanlife.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). Do it now or you never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of stuff to talk about and to bore the whole world. Well sometimes i even wonder DOES anyone even read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well where was i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i as usual was surfing around and realised one specific gal. XiaXue or shall i say Charsiew gal getting sued and all. Now i feel that the whole blog thing has gotten way out of scale and losing a form of sponsorship due to some lame complaints. Now this is very very sad. Not only that, people getting locked up in jail , JUST FOR BLOGGING!, people backlashing each other using blogs and hell my lecture notes are thru blogs. Some times i wonder what the internet is really about. Maybe to keep us occupied for a conspiracy about to happen. You might be thinking im mad, But its just that i dont think like normal people and i watch out for all changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some unrelated pictures,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just for the fun of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The HOEGARDEN LAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the land of the Hoegardan Beers, there lived 3 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The white , the black and the giant. The white eats the black and the giant eats the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the giant loves the black.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Keep scrolling down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White : Im gonna eat u BLACKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black : Oh NO! NO! Help! Help! , Im not letting you eat me you white bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Keep scrolling down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White : OMG!!! No not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black : Hehe , die bastard. Its none other then the giant.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Keep scrolling down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/RanjanKumar39/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black : Its None other then DON the giant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White : NOOOOOO! I beg for ur fogivness oh lord BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant : WAHAHAHA. Listen to my music or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For your info these pics were taken with my new handphone. THe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W800i SOny ericsson handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GOod stuff. ANd as fotr this pics they were taken at this bar, or shall i say lounge at arab street. Supposedly it was a gig involving Shane's frens band and ELECTRICO was supposed to be there. But what we saw was ELECTIC - 0( as in zero). Bloody cheating liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new book today. It is the Davinci Code, read thru abit and im sure ill love it. Matter of time hopefully. Now hope u loved the story more stuff coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for everyones info I DONT PHOTOSHOP MY pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve all the peeps Now take care.&lt;br /&gt;And to alex. Listen to me next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been proven &lt;strong&gt;F.A.T.A.&gt; F.A.L.A&lt;/strong&gt;. So live by &lt;strong&gt;F.A.T.A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1586/501/320/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(From left : Desmond, SHane&lt;em&gt;(White),&lt;/em&gt; Me&lt;em&gt;(Black)&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-113112484494994608?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113112484494994608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=113112484494994608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113112484494994608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/113112484494994608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi-back-for-now.html' title='Hi. Back for now.'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-112545340480126823</id><published>2005-08-31T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:56:44.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me some time</title><content type='html'>Give me some time to come up with a concept and get it over with school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-112545340480126823?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112545340480126823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=112545340480126823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/112545340480126823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/112545340480126823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-me-some-time.html' title='Give me some time'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10980916.post-110899192342052773</id><published>2005-02-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:18:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi its m Ranjan in BlogSpot cause i want a new tempalte and blogspot can easily change it so its the new website o mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10980916-110899192342052773?l=ranjanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110899192342052773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10980916&amp;postID=110899192342052773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/110899192342052773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10980916/posts/default/110899192342052773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>RanJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024821854429859260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
