<?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-20192952</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:52:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white it out like glittering wax butterflies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20192952.post-115667769704351617</id><published>2006-08-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:21:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag party at haji lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8261452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8261458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8261458.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/IMG_5119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/IMG_5119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8261464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8261464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FL.ag party at haji lane. it was so fun. i saw my dearest cousin, we sat down and talked. its been so long since i seen him. he didn't wanna spin cause he was lazy. met his new girlfriend, she's pretty. then he left, hanged out with the rest till eleven thirty plus and we headed home. earlier that day, i went for the bobbi brown chocolate indulgence workshop, so fucking fun. make-up and all, i was the model. hahahahahaa. so fun, got free stuff. and got all dolled up. hurr hurr. after that, headed to matt's place. estee, hafiz, jan, imp was all there. we played with laughing gas. fucking fun. matt and hafiz looked like they were ahem. but yea. fucking fun. im gonna get one. hahahahahhaa. love love. tmr i have school. ooh yay!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115667769704351617?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115667769704351617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115667769704351617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115667769704351617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115667769704351617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/flag-party-at-haji-lane.html' title='Flag party at haji lane'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115618075711277967</id><published>2006-08-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:26:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8191267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8191267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8191278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8191278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8211366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8211366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8211310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8181233.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8181233.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k. i know its been a long time since i update this. been busy busy at school. but still. so much fun.  \&lt;br/&gt;hahahahahaa. its been great, made new friends. social circle getting bigger, cupid's arrow is pointing at the right direction, hopefull things will go smooooth. hahahhaaa. tmr i have my final project to pass up. work is pilling up again. but now i have extra help which is great.  i miss hanging out with dora, really miss her. all our junk shopping and talking. i miss. i wish vA was here, i really do. i want bev to be her, she can give me tips and hanging out with her is oh so fun. i barely see vl in school now, so sad. only get to see her on fridays and sometimes during her class. here are some pictures over the past few days, hahahahahaa.  this is how much fun we have during our break and when we dont go for classes. hahahahaa. we had like a photo shooot over the weekend, we had to wear white. so fun. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115618075711277967?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115618075711277967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115618075711277967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115618075711277967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115618075711277967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-at-school.html' title='fun at school'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115520046880222790</id><published>2006-08-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:01:08.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aslyum letter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some Kind of Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ten artists, illustrators and designers from France, Hong Kong, Japan, Malaysia, Philippines and Singapore have put together Some Kind of Wonderful, a unique t-shirt design exhibition to showcase what it is that makes them stop, wonder and be amazed. Although most of us probably missed out on this exhibition held at Kapok in Hong Kong, you can still get a piece of the action as Some Kind of Wonderful t-shirts are now available in our shop.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5203/2018/320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRED PERRY BLANK CANVAS&lt;br /&gt;Judy Blame&lt;br /&gt;Avant-garde jeweller, fashion stylist and club freak Judy Blame a.k.a. Chris Barnes a.k.a. Fred Poodle is the latest fashion talent to lend his uniquely eccentric styling to the Fred Perry Blank Canvas collection. He began his career in the 1980s as a member of late photographer Ray Petri's working group. He has since gone on to create key looks for Boy George, Bjork and Neneh Cherry, and his works have graced the pages of I-D and The Face. He has also collaborated with various other design houses, most notably John Galliano for Christian Dior, where he acted as creative consultant, as well as Rei Kawakubo at COMME des GARÇONS, who stocks Blame's accessories line at The Dover Street Market, London. &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/5203/2018/320/003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KINGBROWN magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hailing from Down Under, KINGBROWN is a quarterly publication showcasing all things artistic, from street art and graffiti to painting and murals, as well as art in the public arena such as photography, illustration, multimedia, film, creative writing and poetry. The brainchild of street artist YOK (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.theyok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theyok.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;), Ian Mutch (designer) and Greg Lewis (photographer), it captures the works of local Australian and acclaimed international artists, including Travis Millard, Jodee Knowles, Daniel Mansson, Cry Bloxsome and Swoon, to name but a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Off Centre by Haresh Sharma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off Centre is a soul-searching portrayal of the mentally ill in Singapore and the struggles they face within society. Originally commissioned by the Health Ministry in 1993 to be an educational play on mental illness, it stirred up much controversy in its early days as it was accused of being "prejudiced" and "[ridiculing] religion and national service". Even though it was stripped of its gah-men funding, Off Centre went on to play to packed houses and has garnered much acclaim. Arguably one of Singapore's most prolific playwrights, Haresh Sharma has thrived as The Necessary Stage's resident playwright for more than a decade, over which he has written over 40 short and full-length plays that have been staged in Singapore, Glasgow, Birmingham, London, Cairo and Melbourne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dynaglow by Casey Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoever would've thought that good ol' Dynamo bottles would make such cool lamps? Casey Chen did. A graduate of RMIT with a Bachelor in Design, Casey has been in the design industry for over a decade, with a penchant particularly for graphic arts. His works have been recognised both regionally and internationally, and have won him design awards from New York. With a passion for paper/print as a medium of communication, coupled with his flair for ideology and life and a belief in the simplicity of design, Casey's works are multi-dimensional and sophisticated forms that are always brilliantly witty and original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saskia Breitenreicher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saskia Breitenreicher's works have been shown the world over, from Germany and France to Thailand and the USA. To some it's quirky and irreverent, to others it's downright wacky and well, just really, really weird. Whether they leave you dazzled by their brilliance or scratching your head in bewilderment, you really should come check them out for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Majullah Stickapura a project by 1819 SuperMovement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a platform for the local arts, music and design community, 1819 SuperMovement showcases local talents with a passion for design combined with everything Singaporean. Collaborators venture beyond graphic design, dabbling in music, photography, toys, fashion and even films. Majullah Stickapura is just one of their projects, to represent Singapore to the world through a showcase of stickers! For more info, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.1819supermovement.com/stickapura/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.1819supermovement.com/stickapura/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nexsound Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Founded in 2000 by Ukrainian cross-genre experimental sound artist Andrey Kiritchenko, Nexsound serves as a platform for releasing experimental music from Ukraine. Since then, it has established itself as an avant-label, releasing experimental music from almost all possible fields and genres – from improv post-rock and ambient to radical noise and microsound. Nexsound has released collaborations and solo albums from such artists as Andrey Kiritchenko, Kotra, Zavoloka, Alla Zagaykevych, Muslimgauze, Kim Cascone, Francisco Lopez, Moglass, the, I/DEX and more than 30 other well known and young artists. You can now check out some of these titles that are sitting pretty in our new CD rack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/009.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rue de Vieille du Temple, Marais, Paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This street, nestled in the midst of fashionable Marais, is filled with enough eclectic energy to fill a Tim Burton movie. I was given a short tour by a friend on a hot summer's afternoon, and it made such an impact that I returned a couple of times subsequently on my own. My journey started at the junction of rue des Rosiers, past the iconic Les Philosophes where it's more about the people watching than the gourmet food. Walk in the direction of Musee Picasso and you'll find lots of treasures littered along both sides of Vieille du Temple. From contemporary art galleries like Tools Galerie and Dominique FiAT to vintage shops like Yukiko and Quidam de Revel, every shop in this street seems to march on their own beat. It is this diversification that lends to the charm of the area. Ferme is one such establishment that specializes in antique industrial furniture and household accessories. Those who feel the need to splash some cash to feed their sartorial inclinations can find some staple fashion at APC and the edgier Shimji around the corner. Take your time to wander off the small streets around rue de Poitou and you'll be rewarded with interesting galleries and shops to further test your powers of resistance. When the going gets hot, there's nothing like an ice-cold Orangina or a tall iced café au lait to knock you back a few degrees. The resident café Le Saint Gervais is a great stop in the heart of this discovery. Take asip, whip out your sketchbook and you'll look totally at home. &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/20192952-115520046880222790?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115520046880222790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115520046880222790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115520046880222790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115520046880222790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/aslyum-letter-4.html' title='aslyum letter 4'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115470986145939971</id><published>2006-08-05T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:44:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8041097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8041097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8041078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8041078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8041075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8041075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P8041127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P8041127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went over to vl's place at eight thirty in the morning, hahahahaa. freaking early and i straight away fell on her bed and slept. had only two hours of sleep. woke up around eleven and we got ready to meet estee and herfiz at national library to do our work. invited daniel to come along, had to go back all the way to town to meet him to do his i book and headed back to national library. estee vl and i flooded his i book with our photos. hahahaa. (: and made him put our faces as the wallpaper. we went to eat chicken rice, and daniel went around telling each one of us our past and future and it was fucking scary. cause everything he said was true, it was like did someone tell him my past and tell him want i wanted when i go lasalle blah blah blah. bloody hell. but it spolit everyone's mood somehow. he went to meet his friends at cine and we went to meet matt at taka. talked talked talked, take pictures and it was another day where we all bonded again. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115470986145939971?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115470986145939971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115470986145939971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115470986145939971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115470986145939971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-school.html' title='no school!'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115459725026839210</id><published>2006-08-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:27:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; last friday was a blast, last day of orientation which was a total waste of time, voting for stupid postcard and there was reception but the food sucked, thank god i didn't eat any. after that, we left and we all hung out. vl, estee, matt, herfiz, small girl, and this other dude i forgot his name, hahaa. we went to the taka library and we played this retard game, and the worse part was that we couldn't make noise cause we were in the library. vl got spit on her hand, herfiz had to smell estee's shoes, that is killer, the dude had to seduce the coffee guy, that was so funny and matt, we all put clay, hair styling clay on his precious hair. herfiz video it and estee posted it up. hahahahhaa. matt went to do his hair and the rest of us hanged at borders, cam whores, sang nursery rhymes, so much fun. headed to haji lane for sisha, herfiz friends came and matt and his friend came later. so much fun that day. first day of school, we all met up and went together, so exciting yet so scared. my class is has lots of weird people, one pregnant lady and she's so young. thank god the class has three boys who are entertainning, thats wonderful, pretty aussie girl and the few of us hang out during our short breaks during class. estee, vl, matt, and i all our time tables are different, we all start classes at different timings, so if anyone of our breaks are like two hours long we meet and hang out, catch up with the latest on who's hot, who's a pain in our class, its fun. slowly enjoying school. there's no school tmr!. yay!. (: cause its graduation, and all the teachers have to attend, so lectures are all cancelled and tmr i end at six, hahahaa. yay. we are all gonna hang out tmr. (:  projects projects projects are starting to pile up and its only the first week in school. school food is expensive, so i hardly eat. unless our break is long and we'll walk over to the food court. mom and dad are leaving next week for dubai, bro is going to taiwan in two weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;are you strong enough to be my man?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115459725026839210?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115459725026839210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115459725026839210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115459725026839210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115459725026839210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-has-begun.html' title='school has begun'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115400797767896190</id><published>2006-07-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:46:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation lasalle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lasalle orientation was from last friday right up till tmr which will be the last day of orientation, minus the weekends of course.  orientation was alright, we got splitted into two groups and classes. vl, estee, matt all of us are in different classes, our time table is all different, there's not a single day where anyone of our classes clash. how sad. this week was a busy one, had to attend my cousin's wedding from tuesday right up till saturday, yes indian weddings are very long. classes ooffically start next week!. we have to fufill 80% attendence or else we will be bared from taking the final exam, so im kinda scared. i can't miss school, everyday is important. school ends at six now everyday except thursdays which i have to go to school for an hour only. vl's class has to do 50 sketches by monday on like leaves and shit. so poor thing. thank god my teacher is nice. had to design a postacard on 'what inspires you to come to lasalle' , that was the theme. i just drew some retard mask with nonsense inside. so retarded and its a competition. tmr is friday and orientation ends at 2pm!. yay!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115400797767896190?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115400797767896190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115400797767896190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115400797767896190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115400797767896190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/orientation-lasalle.html' title='orientation lasalle'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115287461820287936</id><published>2006-07-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:29:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/65-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/65-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;going wake boarding tmr, yay!. after a long time. hahaa. with cousins and bro, from 11am all the way till 3pm, we're gonna get burn under the sun. then gonna bring mom and dad for their belated anniversary dinner at sentosa, ths really pretty italian place, good food. (: fater dinner gonna head to home club to watch my cousin spin. yay!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;time, where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why did you leave me here alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wait, don't go so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm missing the moments as they pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its so hard to accpet, life is so short. one month left, we pray so hard everyday.  i love you so much my dear friend, so much. thank you for all the time we spend with each other, its been awesome. i'll always remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115287461820287936?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115287461820287936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115287461820287936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115287461820287936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115287461820287936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115246526959556997</id><published>2006-07-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:16:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mom's installation luch was not as bad as i thought it would be. sat with auntie leena, twohill's mom, she was like entertaining me like always, she never fails to whenever i see her. hahahaa. she invited me to singapore idol and she was like you can wear the paul twohill shirt. oooh my, no thanks. ytd night, was so fucking fun. cousins, bros, gf, cigs, sisha, open air, full moon and lovely music. we just sat from ten all the way till two on the morning. it was great great. had branch at our fav place at harding road, PS. cafe, its really nice. so much greens around. so have to bring a few of you special people there, we can just sit there and talk and talk and just enjoy. mom's birthday today now, cause its like 1am plus, she's sleepig. i have make-up classes to attend tmr, hahahhahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;COLDPLAY!. COLDPLAY!. COLDPLAY!. i wanna go so so so so badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115246526959556997?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115246526959556997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115246526959556997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115246526959556997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115246526959556997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115198192476492418</id><published>2006-07-04T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:59:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P7030899.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P7030899.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P7030902.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P7030902.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;crashed on the floor when i moved in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little bunk alone with some strange new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay up too late, and i'm too thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we promise each other it's til the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're spinning empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the five of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with pretty eyed boys girls die to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't resist the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i can't resist the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115198192476492418?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115198192476492418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115198192476492418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115198192476492418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115198192476492418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/white-houses.html' title='white houses'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115174081021150107</id><published>2006-07-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:00:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisha day-30thjune06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300870.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300870.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300843.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300843.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6300824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6300824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pass few days just been really lazy, sitting down and staring in blank space. yes sar, we looked like neh nehs that day, sitting there and doing nothing and the few people who walked passed us might be thinking that we're on drugs or something. madness, and because of that, i couldn't sleep for two days and my eye bags are getting worse. thanks lady, thanks. i can't wait for school to start, im so excited. did my student id, look like a shit head. my nets has zero cents. mom is gonna kill, cause she wants to know my balance, my dad is gonna freak. im so dead.aslyum had a small event ytd, it was pretty interesting, then i went to meet the rest of them. roz wanted to meet the few of us before she leaves tmr. so we went to samar for sisha, vl came later. so we just sat talked, took hell a lot of pictures, sisha, and once it hit ten thirty everyone left except me and susan. thanks roz and brendan for leaving and without paying. susan and i had to dig out money and we had like no money for cab. thanks ah, you owe me roz. we stayed till eleven thirty and then we went home. reached home at twelve thirty, mom killed me. cause i was suppose to be back like an hour ago. but she just nagged and end of story, quick and fast. hahahaa. i guess she slowly letting go, like before for those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who remember mom always wanted me back for dinner, or be back by ten. she's slowly letting go, so thats a good sign. but i can't abuse it according to her. hurr hurrr. today is the class gathering and very very few people are coming. and poeple in class we complaining and making so much noise about a class gathering and now, the result, ten people are coming!. its more like a hang out among the few of us. sad sad. tonight there's very brit party at zouk. bro has two passes, don't know if i should go, im so tired. vl's going to see poptart at phuture after class gathering, ooh well, we'll see how things go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115174081021150107?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115174081021150107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115174081021150107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115174081021150107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115174081021150107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/sisha-day-30thjune06.html' title='sisha day-30thjune06'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115164650155257343</id><published>2006-06-30T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:48:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/bert_and_quin--large-msg-113642920653-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/bert_and_quin--large-msg-113642920653-2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/theused--large-msg-11494906812-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/theused--large-msg-11494906812-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/0eaff8da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/0eaff8da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/they--large-msg-115041270104-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/they--large-msg-115041270104-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/07075830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/07075830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/bertandquinnkissing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/bertandquinnkissing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/haha_now_its_the_used_love--large-msg-114488611606-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/haha_now_its_the_used_love--large-msg-114488611606-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Quinn_Allman--large-msg-11501365665-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Quinn_Allman--large-msg-11501365665-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Quinn--large-msg-114695442594-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Quinn--large-msg-114695442594-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;:):):) vic, bring me to the taste of chaos tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115164650155257343?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115164650155257343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115164650155257343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115164650155257343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115164650155257343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/vic-bring-me-to-taste-of-chaos-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115154543060889014</id><published>2006-06-29T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:43:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flea flea flea market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/enter1B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/enter1B.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flea market starts every sunday from the 2nd of july onawards. yay!. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115154543060889014?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115154543060889014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115154543060889014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115154543060889014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115154543060889014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/flea-flea-flea-market.html' title='flea flea flea market'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115141805343755094</id><published>2006-06-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:20:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/unknown.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115141805343755094?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115141805343755094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115141805343755094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115141805343755094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115141805343755094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-show.html' title='art show'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115140875424108688</id><published>2006-06-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:45:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/front_page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/front_page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;have fun my love. see you in a month's time. don't cry. its not that long, you know you can always call me from there although its gonna cost a bomb. you better take hell a lot of pictures espically greeeeece. you know i want stuff, hahaa. when you see my cousin can you please remember to give her the stuff and ask her to bring you to the small shops, the ones we saw in THE magazines. hahaa. :):):) love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115140875424108688?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115140875424108688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115140875424108688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115140875424108688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115140875424108688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-fun-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115097297809546803</id><published>2006-06-22T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:42:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6220811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6220811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6220810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6220810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6220809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6220809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6220812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P6220812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;gifts (: from aslyum. he told me fred perry new shoes, new bags and the bags are on 15% discount. yay!. (: lots of new things. some books are 20% off, even better. colour splash lomo camera and other lomo cameras are 15% off, have to buy!. so gotta go fast fast, before all the pretty things run out. i can't wait for saturday. more shopping. i need more cash, dad's gonna kill me when he finds out how much money i have left in the account, this is the first time this has ever happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115097297809546803?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115097297809546803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115097297809546803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115097297809546803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115097297809546803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/books.html' title='books.'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115090307035281933</id><published>2006-06-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:01:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aslyum letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FASHION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/5203/2018/320/01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRED PERRY BLANK CANVAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alastair McKimmIn collaboration with Northern Irish stylist Alastair McKimm, Fred Perry has launched their limited edition Blank Canvas collection. McKimm honed his skills assisting Edward Enninful, Fashion Director of I-D magazine before establishing himself as a freelance stylist with the likes of Russian Vogue, Exit and I-D magazines. Returning to the Classics for inspiration, McKimm has taken ordinary white tees and playfully illustrated them in true Fred Perry style with the iconic clean-cut M3 polo to braces worn by British skinheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessica OgdenYet another designer who's teamed up with Fred Perry for its Blank Canvas collection is Jessica Ogden, a Jamaican native who's a graduate of the Byan Shaw School of Art. Dominated by a palette of sage green, mustard and dusty rose, you'll find sweetie-pie polos and button-down tops with details like rounded gingham collars that knot into bows and matching skirts for that quintessential schoolgirl look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All About AccessoriesFor those who missed out the last time, the long-awaited shipment of Fred Perry bags, wallets and sneakers has arrived. But be warned: they are selling like hotcakes, so come get some before you miss out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 522px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/02.1.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt; Shigeru Banby Matilda McQuaid KM3: Excersions on Capacityby MVRDV The Phaidon Atlas of Comtemporary World Architecture (travel edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shigeru Ban by Matilda McQuaid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This hefty tome is packed with 32 of Shigeru Ban's most exemplary projects since 1993. It's divided into 5 sections based on the primary materials or construction principle used: paper, wood, bamboo, prefabrication and skin. Each project is documented with photos, plans, drawings and a brief straightforward project description. For the "architecturally-inclined", there are 4 additional sections of "experimental data", or technical information comprising diagrams, tables, sketches and explanatory text to document the tests that Ban's office has made over the years to study the strength, performance and structural potential of his materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KM3: Excersions on Capacity by MVRDVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;conoclastic idea lab and architecture firm MVRDV has long been studying density as it relates to contemporary life and architecture. Its latest publication, KM3, is one helluva cheem and dense book about well, density. A follow-up to the publication of FARMAX which sought to analyse the growing suburban "greyness" of the Netherlands, KM3 extends the idea to a 3-dimensional model, one that "generates space instead of consuming it". The book explores three different strategies each in Rotterdam and Amsterdam on their capacity for creating a "3D city, one of cantilevers and underground connections, airiness and most of all, diverse spaces. This is thinking at the forefront of a new urbanism". Told you it was cheem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Phaidon Atlas of Comtemporary World Architecture (travel edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget lugging around the 17-pound original edition of the Atlas and giving yourself a hernia (which, contrary to popular belief, isn't confined to just the male species) in the process. This lightweight, flex-bound travel edition contains short profiles of the same 1,052 buildings as the original, and although the photos are a wee bit small, they are nonetheless impressive. The accompanying prose is also informative, covering building description, location information and it even tells you whether the site can be viewed on the interior, exterior or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART&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/5203/2018/320/03.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shigeru Ban by Matilda McQuaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5203/2018/320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Thy Neighbor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5203/2018/320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See You Tomorrow by Aiwei Foo and Dennis Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake Mistake by Kuanth is a cool experimental and unconventional collection of goodies that ranges from decorative displays and haute tableware to dolls and fashion accessories. A graphic designer and illustrator, Kuanth's attitude is anything goes. An expression of thoughts and ideas as far as the imagination can see, Mistake is anything but. To check out more of Kuanth's work, hit up his site at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kuanth.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.kuanth.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; or just come to the shop and get up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Thy Neighbor Have you done your good deed for today? The good people at Neighbor &amp;Larry have come together to produce a limited edition collection of beautifully designed postcards, hand-sealed and individually numbered. $18 gets you a set of 12 postcards, the proceeds of which will all go towards the Children's Cancer Foundation. So dig into your wallets for this good cause! For more info, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neighbor.com.sg/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.neighbor.com.sg/postcards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; or call 6324 2289.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See You Tomorrow See U Tomorrow is the brainchild of quirky design duo Aiwei Foo and Dennis Tan. Originally trained as painters, Aiwei has since gone on to pursue fashion studies while Dennis scored a degree in environmental design. Together, their wonky flair for aesthetics has led them to create a myriad of projects, from writing to prints to wearable pieces. Their latest offering of storybooks and notebooks are available now. Check out their site at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeutomorrow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.seeutomorrow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC&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/5203/2018/320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_habitus&lt;br /&gt;M001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_habitus "_habitus is a studio recording based on an improvisational system created for a real-time performance in Hong Kong." Say what? Basically, all that means is that two microphones were set up to record sounds on the patio of the Habitus gallery facing the highways, tramways, Victoria Harbour and a heliport. All you'll hear in this recording are these sounds, which are processed without interrupting the sound continuum. Yeah... whatever floats your boat.M001 In a nutshell, this is a compilation of electronica artists hailing from Hong Kong, London and Paris. What you get is minimal yet organic sound structures fused with eccentric samples and intelligently processed field recordings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Who's Lazy by Tony Tay (a.k.a LAZY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Lazy? Keep your eye on local artist Tony Tay (a.k.a. LAZY), a shoe customiser and graphic designer. Since customising his first pair of sneakers in 2005 while working for a design company in San Francisco, he has built up a loyal following amongst sneaker aficionados the world over. He's even produced a series of sneakers for the famed Sneaker Pimps, the largest sneaker show currently known to man. Now back on home soil, he is throwing together his first solo sneaker and art show, aptly titled Whos Lazy. From 30 June to 8 July at right here in our own digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D. Pinot Noir 2004 This rich and intense red hails from Kooyong's Ferrous Vineyard — lauded for its unique iron-encrusted sandstone which provides excellent drainage and low rigor — located in the Mornington Peninsula region south of Melbourne. The winemaker is one Sandro Mosele, who boasts degrees in genetics (!) and wine science, as well as a wealth of experience. Why does this concern us? Because we designed the labels on the bottle! OK so we can't take all the credit, the artwork on the front is by French artist Agathe de Bailliencourt, and the rest is us. Artwork aside, this is a bloody good wine, and it's available only in limited quantities at our shop and at Auric Pacific Fine Wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBORHOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haji Lane If you're as sick of battling the damn Orchard Road crowds as I am, head over to the Arab Street area. I always associated the area with textile shops and mosques, and not much else. But for those in the know, this neighborhood is a treasure trove of eclectic finds from design studios and fashion boutiques to eateries and shisha joints. With the crazy artwork/graffiti that adorns the walls and the mish-mash of shops, everything about Haji Lane and its surrounding streets screams quirkiness and uber cool underground style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salad Fashion + Home Accessories, 25 Haji Lane If you're ever in the market for a new pair of shoes and a table lamp at the same time, this place if for you. Even if you're not, this place is still worthy of a visit for all the stuff that it carries. From clothing and tableware to cushions and candles, this is one of those places that makes you wanna buy everything so you can decorate your big but imaginary house so it'll be oh so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;White Room, 37 Haji Lane Like an Oreo cookie, White Room is painted black on the outside, and pristine white on the inside. Be prepared to SPEND as this place is stocked with premium labels like Marc Jacobs, Kim Jones and Japanese labels Undercover and HeadPorter. If that's not enough to bust your wallets, new labels are also brought in from time to time. There's also a small gallery space that showcases the works of local designers and artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Straits Records, 43 Haji Lane Forget HMV and its sky-high prices. This indie music store stocks hip-hop, hardcore and indie records and everything in between. With its bright red-white-and-blue façade, you can't miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lipstick Bandit, 51 Haji Lane A haven for vintage junkies, this gem of a store-cum-café lets you get your fill of vintage dresses and accessories, after which you can then chill out with a piping hot cuppa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;House of Japan, 55 Haji Lane This karang guni-esque shop is filled to the brim with racks after racks of second-hand and vintage clothing sourced solely from Japan. Muster up all the patience you have, plug your nose against the musty smell and you might just find a treat or two hidden in the tumultuous mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plum Ideas, 71 Haji Lane Not to be confused with the UK agency, this local boutique agency is a welcome change from advertising bigwigs without having to compromise on quality and style.&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115090307035281933?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115090307035281933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115090307035281933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115090307035281933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115090307035281933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/aslyum-letter.html' title='aslyum letter'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115087163153813314</id><published>2006-06-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:33:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/sale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115087163153813314?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115087163153813314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115087163153813314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115087163153813314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115087163153813314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115060426672232641</id><published>2006-06-18T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:08:09.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ever so fun outting with vans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/parv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/parv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/up%20american%20club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/up%20american%20club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/food%20food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FUN FUN FUN. let's do it again and again. next saturday. love love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115060426672232641?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115060426672232641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115060426672232641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115060426672232641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115060426672232641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/ever-so-fun-outting-with-vans.html' title='the ever so fun outting with vans'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115047277008972302</id><published>2006-06-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:59:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;excuses after excuses. " im busy." "sorry, i can't make it today" over and over again. you should have just told me the reason why. of all people, you should know you can never hide such a thing from me. its very obvious. now i know your secret, so you can stop hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;vl's not working anymore, yay!. we can go sisha now. wooooohoo. (: like old times. i can't wait. tmr tmr tmr. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lets just sing and we'll fill the air with melodies that blend together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you speak so sweet with words so delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a glass i hope will never shatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you fall, will you get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my fav places and many more to come&lt;/span&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/5203/2018/320/resistanceisbeautiful6jt.jpg" border="0" /&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/5203/2018/320/saladlipstickbandit8tb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't have a pretty picture of aslyum and old school teh tarik shop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115047277008972302?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115047277008972302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115047277008972302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115047277008972302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115047277008972302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/excuses-after-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115037937940414564</id><published>2006-06-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:49:42.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new short hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b40453217.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b40453217.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P6150778.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: i want my hair short short short, but my hair slighty curls&lt;br /&gt;henri: why not?&lt;br /&gt;henri: (hold my hair takes the scissors and chop), there you go, shor hair done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: shock shock. you gotta be kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/5203/2018/320/b40452076.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks vans for staying like two whole hours with me. and being late for your next meeting. thank ooh so very much. (:  i have not cut my hair for so long. and when he chopped it off, i was like. shit, that's hell a lot of hair. he couldn't stop cutting my hair. he kept telling vans and i he will be done in five mins, but he never stopped. after two hours later and, yay!. change is good. lasalle, finally got the letter. orientation is on 21st july and there's photo taking for the ezylink. met vl and her bf for lunch today, went to american club. vl spilled water on her bf by accident. everyone started for awhile. thank god my bag didn't get wet. hahahaa. this saturday, at phuture cousin's spinning, hosted by alvin the dude at ambush. can't wait for saturday. :) shop for junk hopefully. hurrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115037937940414564?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115037937940414564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115037937940414564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115037937940414564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115037937940414564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-short-hair.html' title='new short hair'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-115011990133615413</id><published>2006-06-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:52:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/PC010703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/PC010703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it been a long tiring sad week. and its finally over and im glad in a way. mom and dad left for india on sunday, they're gonna be gone for two whole weeks. yay!. hahahaa. cutting my hair on wednesday, vans is following me. hahahaa. but i don't know how i wanna cut my hair, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna leave it to my cousins hair stylist. cousin was telling me just a few days ago when we were at the chinese temple how he wanted to have his funeral and he wanted it to be a happy occasion and when he told my mom and his mom, they are started scolding him. hahahahahaa. but he was serious about it. playing tennis with cousins on saturday.bro is coming back tonight. (: i hope my other bro gets into university of sydney. coldplay tics are sold out!. ): jon is gonna try and help me get tics. but i doubt he can. pity. i've got work tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't go.when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you say those words and my heart stops beating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder what it means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-115011990133615413?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115011990133615413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=115011990133615413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115011990133615413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/115011990133615413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-you.html' title='i want you'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114957616793930156</id><published>2006-06-07T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T07:10:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;please hold my hand, Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm scared please show me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to fight this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God has a master plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i guess, i am in his demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114957616793930156?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114957616793930156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114957616793930156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114957616793930156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114957616793930156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-now.html' title='not now'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114906154711922450</id><published>2006-05-31T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:45:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flea and easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/fleaNeasy13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/fleaNeasy13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114906154711922450?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114906154711922450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114906154711922450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114906154711922450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114906154711922450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/flea-and-easy.html' title='flea and easy'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114897448088686632</id><published>2006-05-30T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:41:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38158329.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38158329.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38158140.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38158140.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38148815.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38148815.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5292209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5203/2018/320/P5292206.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38155303.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38155303.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292207.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5292223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5292213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5292217.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292217.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38156011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38156011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38156228.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38156228.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5203/2018/320/b38156521.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5292225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5292225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/b38157305.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/b38157305.0.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally!. after a long long time, estee!. hahahaa. the power of three. hahahahaa. retard fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yay!. estee's coming lasalle. matt's coming lasalle. the whole group of us. yay!. three of us, sat and drank teh tarik. the best ever. let's do it again and again.&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/20192952-114897448088686632?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114897448088686632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114897448088686632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114897448088686632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114897448088686632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114847716688092510</id><published>2006-05-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:26:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here bev!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;here you go bev. sorry about the name, i did it late at night, brain wasn'tt functioning, lazy. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mofowiccans"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mofowiccans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114847716688092510?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114847716688092510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114847716688092510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114847716688092510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114847716688092510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-bev.html' title='here bev!.'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114838683866500473</id><published>2006-05-23T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:20:38.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Storm_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Storm_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOME PARTIES Presents The First Lady of Drum &amp; Bass - DJ STORM (METALHEADZ, UK) 27th May 2006 Saturday Storm's status as torchbearer of the drum and bass scene remains untouched. Storm is also involved as a lecturer at the Redbull Music Academy where she gives her insight on to young hopefuls. Her latest project is her own regular web radio show for ‘Red Bull Music’ due to start in Spring. The First Lady of Drum &amp;amp; Bass will be blowing up the decks in Singapore soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114838683866500473?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114838683866500473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114838683866500473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114838683866500473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114838683866500473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-parties-presents-first-lady-of.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114803933290012144</id><published>2006-05-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:11:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/3961656-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/3961656-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/2924094-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/2924094-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/2950062-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/2950062-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;swee's(cousin, part of pop my cherry) going off to seoul, china and some other funny place, and she can only come over and spin some beats with us in june. bought vinyls from hereen, almost fifty bucks. really nice house music. wanted to get drum and bass, but i remembered my cousin saying that drum and bass the beats are much harder and we should just stick with simple beats first. cherry is on IS mag, one of the most something women. quite cool. hahahaa. anyways, jacquez and i had a blast. while we were walking up the hill, he dropped my camera down the fucking hill. thanks a lot. and now i can't switch it on. ): all my photos. taught him how to make cookies, not pre-mixed ones (everyone can do that) and he did okay. hahaa. went for a swim and just talked until we realise it was getting late. he had dinner with bros and elaine, walked down the road to grab some japanese food at 9pm. and we left when they told us they had to clean up. hahahaa. kinda embarrassing. played cards and monopoly till 2am. hahaa. bro, him and i drove to the airport at 5am, when mom and dad's flight is at 7am. yes, this is madness. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114803933290012144?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114803933290012144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114803933290012144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114803933290012144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114803933290012144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114795217274045874</id><published>2006-05-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:28:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5180744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5180744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally! met up with vl. the last time i met her was in march. it was so good to see her. now she's works in miss sixty at paragon which is great cause i can just walk down and visit her. hahaa. met her around eleven thirty during her first break. went to eat pasta mania, my treat and we catched up on the latest things going on, on each other's life. it was great, we had to end our conversation cause she had to go back to work. met her during her second break around four, and we went to wisma. did a little shopping and continued our catching up. she bought this really cute polka dotted top from topshop. (: and i fianlly bought my laura lees dress!. it looks weird in the picture but its sooo nice!. i finally boght it. hahaa. after a month. (: she might be coming over tmr for a tan. hahahaa. dad says he can't buy the sisha bong back, the weather is far too hot in dubai, its like 40 degrees. he has to go back in july, so maybe he'll get it then. my grandfather's suspenders broke. ): i want suspenders!. pretty ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114795217274045874?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114795217274045874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114795217274045874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114795217274045874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114795217274045874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-met-up-with-vl.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114779688583285915</id><published>2006-05-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:28:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5170731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5170731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5160728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5160728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;parents are out for the week. so everyday im alone till seven plus in the night when my two bros come home. that's good in a way cause i spend time mixing, trying to get the beats right. after going for lesson 101 with my cousin, he's so amazing. he proudce a tracj right infront of us, just like that. we had so much fun. he wants to buy the technics decks, which are black and the stylus if im not wrong is gold. shit man. its suppper groovy. (:  my stuff which i ordered came!. yes. after one week. bought my doors t-shirt and the bag, the inside is soo cute. hahhaa. (: love it. bevs wants me to go create a gallery of all the old photos, time to dig it up!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114779688583285915?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114779688583285915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114779688583285915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114779688583285915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114779688583285915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114744031189204991</id><published>2006-05-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:25:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5120721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5120721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5120724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5120724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5120720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5120720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my dream has come true!. i got two turntables!!!. hahahaa. and im sharing it with my bro, but i just asked my cousin to ask his bf if he can give me his decks. hahhaa. so i don't have to share with my bro. fucking happy. gonna stay up all night!. yay!. this is soooo gooood. :):):):) first vinyl is paul van dyke. but its better than nothing. gotta go back to my mixing!. bye!. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114744031189204991?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114744031189204991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114744031189204991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114744031189204991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114744031189204991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/ladies-and-gentlemen-my-dream-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114736219750141592</id><published>2006-05-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:43:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5110715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5110715.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5110714.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5110714.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been kntting and knitting these past few days, decieded to paint and this is what i did. my mom's one is sooo nice. she's so good. i wanna go coldplay concert!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114736219750141592?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114736219750141592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114736219750141592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114736219750141592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114736219750141592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-been-kntting-and-knitting-these.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114710222947784355</id><published>2006-05-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:06:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vans, elson, toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5062107.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;our happy meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5070706.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5070706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;city of rain&lt;/span&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/5203/2018/320/P5070708.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; cherry belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went out with vans and her friend elson. timberflux flea market, three words to describe the place--hot, dark, wet. it was so bad. vans and i walked in for five mins and walked out. but i bought a belt. something i have been eyeing on for a long time. after that, we decided to cool off at the hotel before we headed off to our next destination. and of course, my land. arab street, went to our teh tarik store. the uncle seem a little pissed off that day. hahaa. drank our tea and some kueh. it was good. (: sat there waiting for vans friend to come, sat and talked and i drank one more teh tarik. it was so humid. he came, sat for a while more and we headed to cafe cosmo, thinking we could just sit there and chill, but it was close. so we went to books actually and as usual we bought something. hahaa. the buttons on the book are wooden and the guy said if it comes out just come back and we'll replace it and when i went home, one came out already. ): eat dinner at scotts and saw some old faces. beef noodles there are the best!. (: thanks vans, had an awesome time. and your hair looked good that day. somehow its looks different. a change?. hahaa. i love my fred perry hair, can't wait for it. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ordered my flower lego ring and it has arrived!. yay!. and it came with a free hair tie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are a strange boy.&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/20192952-114710222947784355?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114710222947784355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114710222947784355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114710222947784355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114710222947784355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/vans-elson-toys.html' title='vans, elson, toys'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114665381919420362</id><published>2006-05-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:27:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P5020696.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P5020696.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her around five plus at suntec. walked around and had dinner at wheelock. sat down and talked. there were scary waiters. food was good, but never go there for a date, it gets messy when you eat the food. walked to american club to haveour desert. (: had a few drinks and sat and continued our long conversation. bought a chocolate muffin for her, so that she can eat it for breakfast tmr. kept teasing her about school, mine's gonna start soon. im too lazy to get a job, rather enjoy myself. dad told me to subscribe to computer arts mag, cause i keep buying it every month, but the subscription fee is a killer. for twelve issues is 88 pounds and if you convert it, its almost 300 bucks. but the magazine is good, comes with a free CD and has tutorials inside. teaches you lots of things. moving back to hillcourt on sunday. yay!. own comp, own bed, own room. yes!. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114665381919420362?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114665381919420362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114665381919420362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114665381919420362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114665381919420362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114665304792551619</id><published>2006-05-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:44:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home, jeena g</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSS3_Frt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSS3_Frt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenna G Feat DJ Mosus (Liquid V/ Chronic Records / Movement UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kiat vs Vortex (yay!. my cousin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DJR vs loopinmotion Hosted by MC Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 May 2006 (Saturday)11pm till late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tickets (Includes 2 drinks ): $22 Presale tickets available at White Room (37 Haji Lane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114665304792551619?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114665304792551619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114665304792551619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114665304792551619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114665304792551619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-jeena-g.html' title='home, jeena g'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114649260206633102</id><published>2006-05-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:10:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZxPZGtZknc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZxPZGtZknc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is dedicated to you jiaz. hope you like it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;many X's and O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114649260206633102?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114649260206633102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114649260206633102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114649260206633102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114649260206633102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-dedicated-to-you-jiaz.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114640724605800506</id><published>2006-04-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:27:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Fashbash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Fashbash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/PIncish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/PIncish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink Club Bar (Raffles The Plaza Hotel, next to Prego- if lost, ask the concierge!)11am to 5pm. 06.MAY.06&lt;br /&gt;Stall B6. 10% dicount, only for members. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it falls on the same day as timberflux, no worries vans, we'll check it out. like you said, we're always on a hunt for such stuff. hahahaa. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114640724605800506?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114640724605800506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114640724605800506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114640724605800506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114640724605800506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/ink-club-bar-raffles-plaza-hotel-next.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114638237834076447</id><published>2006-04-30T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:32:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4elements.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/4elements.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4elements.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To Pagans the four ancient elements, Earth, Air, Fire and Water have special significance. The importance of these is hard to define because they have so many correspondences, for example they are associated with the four directions, North, East, South and West.&lt;br /&gt;Each element is a kind of spiritual substance from which all things are made especially ourselves and at the same time are Guardians both of ourselves and of the Goddess and God, and guarding the gateways between this world and the other world.&lt;br /&gt;Many Pagans believe in reincarnation in some form. It gives Pagans a substantially different view of life. Early Christians saw Karma as a kind of treadmill, trapping people in endless reincarnations, never free. But Pagans see reincarnation as, at best, a chance to improve or to continue unfinished work, and at worst just a simple recycling of souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114638237834076447?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114638237834076447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114638237834076447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114638237834076447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114638237834076447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-pagans-four-ancient-elements-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114622988203070092</id><published>2006-04-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:11:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timberflux flea market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/fleadayposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/fleadayposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114622988203070092?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114622988203070092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114622988203070092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114622988203070092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114622988203070092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/timberflux-flea-market.html' title='timberflux flea market'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114597887111197693</id><published>2006-04-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:49:34.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wentworth miller</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/15%7E2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/11%7E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/12~2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/01~35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/01%7E35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/03~28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/03%7E28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the man.&lt;br /&gt;he's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;one eye is green and the other hazel in colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his father is half african american, one quarter english and one quarter jewish, while his mother is of french, dutch, syrian and lebanese descent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he was born in england.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114597887111197693?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114597887111197693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114597887111197693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114597887111197693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114597887111197693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wentworth-miller.html' title='wentworth miller'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114568626096979652</id><published>2006-04-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:11:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/MALPR35YLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/MALPR35YLG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P4210671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4210671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P4210659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4210659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; met casey ytd. she eneded school early. we had lots of fun, we did something different for a change, instead of hanging in town and forcing ourselves to watch a movie so that time will pass by quickly. decided to go back to hillcourt for a swim. cause we're moving back end of this month or next week. we just sat and talked for hours and we realise it was time for dinner, so we went donw to taka to buy back dinner bring it back to my place and watch movies until it was time to go home. it was fun. started planning for her birthday and june holidays if we should go overseas for awhile or something. we went topshop and i saw this embroidered shirt dress by laura lees. its so nice, its like 109 but im gonna get it cause my pay is coming next month, yay!. and this red top 66 bucks, gonna get that too!. :):) im gonna get the chanel lipstick. its so nice!!!. (: the rouge allure one. go fitness the one at wheelock is closing down. they are not making money. expected, fees are like 1K. elaine, my br's gf is like wtf man. and she's suppose to be at the flea market today selling stuff. darn. cousin is spinning at cathay today. hahhahaa. yay!. hope they can make it, put them on guest list already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114568626096979652?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114568626096979652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114568626096979652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114568626096979652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114568626096979652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/met-casey-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114553691343409539</id><published>2006-04-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:41:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw dennis again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saw you again. i dislike her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh why can't I be what you need? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new improved version of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm nothing so good no, I'm nothing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of violence, of love, and of sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I beg for just one more tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where you'd hold me down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fold me in deep deep deep in the heart of your sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114553691343409539?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114553691343409539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114553691343409539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114553691343409539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114553691343409539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-dennis-again.html' title='i saw dennis again'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114537341584442457</id><published>2006-04-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:16:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget about them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/tbccast3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/400/tbccast3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     don't forget about the breakfast club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/get_jpg_full_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/400/get_jpg_full_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  im gonna try to do a bracelet like that. just change the charms here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never trade the experince i had. it opened my big fat eyes to see what was around. it was amazing, wow. knitting lessons are tmr. thanks vans for the offer i know you can teach me for free, i know!. but my mom feels i should go for lessons and don't trouble my friends. hahahaa. going for djing lessons, yes i know i have been saying this for a long time and only went for one lessons and that bloody guy played me off. ass. learning lessons from dj acadamey, if im not wrong bev and i were talking about it that time when we were in school. my teacher is andrew chow. cool shit. gave a call already, will get back to me in a few days time. school starts in two to three months time. gonna meet vl soon, so need to catch up with that biatch. hahhahahaaa. might stay over at her place or something. hurr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114537341584442457?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114537341584442457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114537341584442457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114537341584442457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114537341584442457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-forget-about-them.html' title='don&apos;t forget about them'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114502291935018086</id><published>2006-04-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:55:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>topshop fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P4140658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4140658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P4140657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4140657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Marc_by_Marc_Jacobs_Chalk_Stripe_Denim_Faidah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Marc_by_Marc_Jacobs_Chalk_Stripe_Denim_Faidah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;marc by marc jacobs, faridah denim&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/5203/2018/320/P4140654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/9a_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/9a_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4140655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went on a shopping spree with my cousin at topshop cause she had this 40% coupon off topshop, topman, dorathy perkins, 30% off miss selfridge. it was a kick ass deal. we bought loads of stuff. made my cousin buy a limited edition pants, it looks so good on her. (: i bought the bag and look, it looks ALMOST like the marc jacobs one. i finally bought it vans!. hahaa. (: and those are the other two random stuff i bought. so pretty and colourful. hahaa. suprisingly mom didn't scream when i told her how much i spend, but its all for a good course, after all im going lasalle. need to dress up. hahahahahaa. so im leaving for indo to some village to educate kids about aids and stuff. just for like four days and im back. send david off today at the airport. i finally subscribe to teen vogue!. its twenty five bucks for ten issues, not bad. but i'll recieve each issue in like six weeks. oooh my. so long. the recent teen vogue is nice, so colourful. mandy moore front cover, she and zach braff look so cute together. he is the guy from scrubs, sucha good show. (:&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/20192952-114502291935018086?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114502291935018086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114502291935018086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114502291935018086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114502291935018086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/topshop-fun.html' title='topshop fun'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114484747877091618</id><published>2006-04-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:12:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/patternsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/patternsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/IMGP1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/IMGP1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/patternsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/IMGP1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heatherette.com/collections.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.heatherette.com/collections.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;--- check out this website. her collection is amazing to me and the video. if only i still have my tap skills. the designs below are done by J. David McKenny, he is amazing. the designs were done for Heatherette's spring/summer collection for this year. im gonna buy the shirt. going for kintting lessons this sunday, yes very granny i know. but i like it. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114484747877091618?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114484747877091618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114484747877091618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114484747877091618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114484747877091618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/designs.html' title='designs'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114450514766020309</id><published>2006-04-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:05:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my cousin i adore and is my mentor for Djing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P4051974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P4051974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought our friendship cameras. yay!. (:&lt;br /&gt;almost bought the fred perry bag. i'll come back for it. saw a dashing dress from fred perry. it was pretty, i like. the price three hundred and forty bucks and they only have two pieces and when i called the other day, one left. pop my cherry spinned ytd at coccolatte, swee spinned. she was good. i spinned a little, got behind t. i felt so good. i felt high. :):):) today kiat is spinning at home club. (: im gonna go check him out. but he spins at 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114450514766020309?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114450514766020309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114450514766020309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114450514766020309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114450514766020309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/camera.html' title='camera'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114407498962946268</id><published>2006-04-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:02:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Yen Guide To Living La Vida Broke-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arty Farty-&lt;/span&gt; just beacause you are couch diving for coinage doesn't mean you can't be inspired. all the more reason to get avantgarde- they don't call them "starving artists" for nothing. reapint your bedroom, distress your wardrobe or write up your memoirs. make a fort out of your lounge, or do "performance art" by walking around town in your PJs. once you've perfected that sullen artist vibe, swagger down to your local gallery opening for some free booze.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bookworms-&lt;/span&gt; scraves, specs and cardigans aren't just geek chic, they're a way of life. your local library is heated and probaly had a comfy chair where you can read all those great works of literature mentioned in belle and sebastian or cure songs. better yet, grab a testbook and get scholastic- teach yourself french, oui? also, new and used books stores always seem to stock supper cute boys and girls in the "browsing" section. smart = sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Groomzilla-&lt;/span&gt; get out the nail clippers, run a bubble bath and give yourself a smart new do. this is partically great tip for the unemploed. you can spend all day perfecting your fringe in the mirror. look like a million bucks, even with just four to your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumped Up-&lt;/span&gt; while we're on the topic of your hot bod, why not get all buff? gym memberships and personal trainers might be out of your price range, but push-ups and crunches are free as a bird. and again, if you're out of work, doing 500 lunges a day isn't considered "obbsessive". it's tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cleaning Crew-&lt;/span&gt; now that you're all pretty and buff, why not spure up your digs as well? cleaning behind the fridge or alphabetising your CDs brings with it such a sense of accomplishment that you're now allowed to drink bourbon and watch neighbours reruns all arvo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penpals-&lt;/span&gt; even if a cost of a stamp is outta reach, you cna catch up with friends all over the globe via the world wide " wassup". connect, correspond, commiserate. kvetch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nature Lovers-&lt;/span&gt; amazing thing about this land of Oz, in most parts you can traipse about outdoors for 10 months of the year! wander the parks or lie by the beach, or zip around town on your skateboard. multi-task, and work on your tan. i was once out of work for three months and spent 3 hours a day at a local pool. i was reapplying so much my eyes stung.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Get Jiggy With it-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this should be given.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beard Games-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how intense is monopoly? you can get in touch with your inner back-stabbing real estate tycoon bitch, destroy your friends' lives, and have nice post-game chardy. chess is a head-trip too. you could play against yourself for days, but this would drive you totally insane.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Friend In Need..-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your friends will help you out, and one day, you'll return the favour. you can eat their leftovers, play with their pets and watch their DVDs. but remember, while you're scrounging at their pad, it helps to think of yourself as the "in-house entertainment". you are not some bratty nephew eating thier cereal and hogging the remote. you are a wacky sitcom neighbour who's popped over to provoke some much -needed post-work belly laughs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Free Stuff-&lt;/span&gt; once you hit groove, you can easily last two weeks on ten bucks, and free stuff basically starts falling from the sky. you can walk into the grocer and they're handing out free cupcakes and you're like, "nah, i just had some jelly beans at the dentist." and the listening station record store has all your fave bands, but you've already won thier CDs in online giveaways. as you walk into david jones they spray free perfume all over you and you wonder, " why did i ever need money anyway?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;words by wilfred bandit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114407498962946268?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114407498962946268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114407498962946268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114407498962946268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114407498962946268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/guide.html' title='the guide'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114406375919409357</id><published>2006-04-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:29:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tripo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3310649.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3310649.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3260571.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3260571.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;reasons on why i went to sydney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. to visit my uncle who is suffering from stroke and aids and recently brain tumor. have not seen him in a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. to visit my auntie who is not my uncle's wife but sister, to view the new burberrys building in kings road. opening in july 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. i needed to get away from singapore for personal reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;let me update , the placebo concert was aweeeeesome. we were infront. hahaaa. i saw dennis. (: the next day went to the escada show i got scolding from the lady cause we were late. vans and i were so fucking bored, you have no idea. thank god teen vogue kept us awake for like half an hour. we stole the escada name tags thing, but that was nothing. can't wait to hang out with you lady and get our friendship camera. hahhaa. (: the trip on the whole was okay. i really didn't expect much out of it. im just glad i saw my uncle and did everything i could to make my stay worth all of it. seeing my mom and dad take care and do the samll litlle things for him made me think if i would do the same for my brothers and would my brothers do the same thing for me?. everytime i see my mom do these small litlle things and seeing my uncle the way he is now breaks my heart all the time, i know now some might be thinking oooh getting all emo and shit, buut im serious. i never seen my mom and dad so loving towards my uncle before in this way because he is in such a state now. my mom is the only one in her family out of all the brothers and sisters who washes him, cooks for him, when we come down to sydney. my dad who's not even related to him came running to his place at 7am in the morning to help him up cause he had a fall. would anyone do the same?. even to a stranger as a volunteer, would you help a guy with aids?. i doubt so. everyone has this mind set that people who have aids is in the same comparisson as someone who is suffering from leprosy. you see this is how leprosy is being passed, the germs are transmitted by droplets when an infectious leprosy patient coughs or sneezes as in tuberclosis. whereas, in aids, it is transmitted by blood, semen and other male sexual fluids, vaginal fluids and breast milk. it cannot be transmitted by saliva. anyways, im just glad that his speaking condition is getting better. so thats a good sign i guess. my parents didn't allow me to take the train to see vA. ): the apartment is so nice clean and white!. hahaa. and its like a five minute walk to bondi junction and the train and bus station is right next to the apartment. met up with david ammar's good friend. mom had this really yummmy thai resturant. good food. hanged out with him during the week with mom and dad. met willam all of a sudden, he lives one floor above us and his dad knows my dad cuase they are in rotary club. my dad is roraty club of singapore, his rotary club of north bridge. -___- he hanged out with my parents and he bought me skinny pants which i really wanted to but but didn't cause i was afraid my bottom will look big, but he bought it for me correct size. thank you very much my dear. hurr hurrrr. i can't wait to go sydney again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dj tiesto is coming down people!. on good friday at MOS get your tickets now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;things i bought in the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. a black vest from glassons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. flowy top from sportsgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. two shorts from sportsgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. necklace from sportsgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. necklaces from diva for elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. bag from some random shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. jeans west shirts for bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. boxers for bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. two pairs of glitter ballet flats from bondi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. buttons from vintage shop for vans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;11. skinny pants ( given). thanks wil. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;12. shirts from cotton on for bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;13. stripped tank top from cotton on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;14. chocolates and nuts from the nut shop for family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;15. design magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;16. krispy kreme for family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114406375919409357?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114406375919409357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114406375919409357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114406375919409357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114406375919409357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tripo.html' title='tripo'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114292632567096984</id><published>2006-03-21T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:32:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>placebo tics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3210524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3210524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3210525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3210525.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;&lt;br /&gt;the picture is kinda blur, cause im too excited so i shook. omg. mosh pit. fuck. placebo here i come!. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114292632567096984?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114292632567096984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114292632567096984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114292632567096984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114292632567096984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/placebo-tics.html' title='placebo tics'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114285372603869510</id><published>2006-03-20T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:22:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saturday: left the house supper early in the morning. the last time i remember waking up at five was when i used to play golf. hahaa. we reached there in four hours plus and straight away headed to the circuit. the sun was killing as we walked out of the car and proceeded to our seats to see the qualifying round. we bought a few things. qualifying wasn't that exciting. the under dogs got pole positions and we realise that it might be all strategy. i got all tan already, sun burnt. saw that the next day kimi was gonna come at 1pm, elaine and i were like we better come by ten tmr and start standing infront so we can take goood pictures of him. hurr hurr. i bought a shirt!. yay!. its so nice. the malaysian newspaper asked if they could take a pic of elaine and i. hahahaa. pictures from the first day.&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/5203/2018/320/DSC_1555.jpg" border="0" /&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/5203/2018/320/DSC_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sunday: elanie and i woke up at seven thirty and we made sure my bro and dad were awake, had breakfast and we left to sepang which was a one hour drive from our hotel. and i wore my new shirt, its kinda low but i don't care. we straight away went to the tent where kimi was gonna be and we tried to stand infront but of course there we people already there waiting, so we were around the third row. anyways, once it hit one, everyone went crazy, screaming kimi's name. it was madness it tell you and he only stayed for five mins and when he left i ran, i pushed eveyone, made someone fall but i don't care. i ran like a fucker and i held his bad and shook it and said good luck. omfg. it was the best i tell you. the best. and it was really like what you see in movies and stuff, paparazzi all over, camera's flashing here and there, people saying," kimi here! kimi! kimi!" the race was kinda dissapointing, but at least people who i support won. oooh brendan, kimi is not that tall in real life. here are the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5203/2018/320/DSC_2045.jpg" border="0" /&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/5203/2018/320/DSC_2097.1.jpg" border="0" /&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/5203/2018/320/DSC_2098.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114285372603869510?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114285372603869510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114285372603869510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114285372603869510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114285372603869510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/f1.html' title='F1'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114260855996466968</id><published>2006-03-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:32:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3161867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3161867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3160483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3160483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P3160459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P3160459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was the best day ever. let me start the story by, met van. we went to asylum. she's my one and only one who will go to such kiss ass places. really and we buy junk. (: it was so nice and we saw this polaroid camera and both of us are gonna get it. its gonna be our friendship camera. she gets the yellow and i get the green. after my aus trip we are gonna but it lady. our limited posters were still there, means, its a sign!. its for us, we have to but it!. hahaa. we were walking around that area, got lost. hahaa. and we met boon. yes boon, the editor for cataloge magazine. (: going for internship, gonna try. the both of us. hahhahaa. (: went to juice also. oooh so nice. she brought me to my lost land, she calls it the hassanbhai land. hahhaa. yes it is my land. and im oooh so proud of it. hurr hurr. teh tarik is the best there. (: thanks for bringing me there and im gonna buy that arabic badge and sew it on my white shirt. we saw so many pictures of rabbits. it was kinda scary. that uncle up there in that picture, he's my man. hahhaa. so cute. smiling all. we lied and said we're taking picture of him to put in our magazine. hahhahaa. it worked!. (: on the way home, i made a stop at paragon to see uncle kim and thank god i did. i got backstage passes to the escada fashion show!!!. yes yes yes!. he's the best. im so so happy. best day ever. vA all the questions you wanna ask, bring it on girl. ahhahaa. oooh and you know what?. the major supppper star model is coming down, the young one who does burberry posters, yes gemma ward and i might be able to meet her!. vans its time to make a new list of things babe. just wait, after my trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114260855996466968?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114260855996466968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114260855996466968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114260855996466968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114260855996466968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-day-ever.html' title='best day ever'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114235185559391661</id><published>2006-03-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:57:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you all so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/racial%20harmony%20day%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/racial%20harmony%20day%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4035861-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you almost always pick the best times to drop the worst lines. you almost made me cry again this time, another false alarmred flashing lights. well this time i'm not going to watch myself die. i think i made it a game to play your game and let myself cry. i buried myself alive on the inside, so i could shut you out and let you go away for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114235185559391661?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114235185559391661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114235185559391661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114235185559391661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114235185559391661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-you-all-so-much.html' title='i miss you all so much'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114235244475935239</id><published>2006-03-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:07:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4174322-lg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/4174322-lg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4035861-lg.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/4035861-lg.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4174346-md.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/4174346-md.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/airingout.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/airingout.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114235244475935239?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114235244475935239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114235244475935239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114235244475935239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114235244475935239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-two.html' title='part two'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114214244540524123</id><published>2006-03-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:47:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to wessex ytd. its so pretty, i wanna stay there. the houses are so nice. it became alive at night. there's this really nice chill out place around the corner. we went there after the house party. that was one of the best house parties i have ever been too. talking to people about design, fashion, random stupid things. the atmosphere was great, people were dancing to kick ass music, drinking and smoking, laughing. it was just great. jos, sara, jon, lyn, my bros and elaine and other random people. hahhaa. we picked up a wallet on the way to the chill out place. omg, hell a lot of cash. who carries a thousand over bucks in their wallets man. the lady is working in singpore press holdings, that explains it. we were thinking what to do with the wallet. take the money and dump the wallet?. don't take the money and just return it?. until now we don't know what to do with it. but must give some to charity if we take the money. its some chinese thingy, cause if you don't its bad luck. sofas, bean bags outside on the garden, nice lounge music. thats the best. i love, rather then clubbing, stupid music blasting in your ear, half the time you can't have a conversation if there's like a hot guy dancing with you. that would suck biggie. i wanna go KOC. but tickets ran out fast fast. going to sepang next week. wooooohooo!. finally, F1. been waiting to go for a year. after that, going down to sydney to see uncle and meet vA. and after that going to malabo, some where in indo. to help the kids, poverty and stuff for two weeks. elaine wants to go too, but when she found out the conditions we were staying in, she was like let me think about it again. hahahahaa. i can't wait to start school in lasalle. with carrie, celest, vl, and some other people, i forgot their names. vl and i studying in the same school again. hahaa. yay!. (:   gonna have bbq tonight, just the cousins again. madness. mom finally found the parts of the sisha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114214244540524123?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114214244540524123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114214244540524123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114214244540524123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114214244540524123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-make-me-sick.html' title='you make me sick'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114174794938314212</id><published>2006-03-08T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:12:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching it light away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i seriously can't sleep still. this is not good. tomorrow, actually in a few hours la salle will give me a call and tell me a confirm im in the school and if they don't call me tomorrow hopefully, thursday they will call me. cause if they don't. im gonna keep calling them to find out my results. having a bbq this sunday, just the cousins. cheryl is coming!. yay!. its been so long since the family met up with her. its been years man. wing tai emailed me and ask me to come down for an interview, working in either top shop or miss selfridge, and miss selfridge is particually small. and im paying a visit there in a few hours time with casey, gonna spend time with her. catch up on some stuff. poly starts in april. hahahaa. while i start school in july!. enjoy man!. but i do hope i get a job by then. candy empire, im gonna try tmr. the pay is yummmy. brendan's working place pay is also not bad. i'll try that out if the rest doesn't work out. oooh well. im going to sydney on the 25th for a week to see my uncle and hopefully i get to see my aunt too and her new apartment. meeting up with vA too!. i can't wait. im so excited. i made a list of things that i wanna get in sydney. supre. (:&lt;br /&gt;here are some graphic art for your pleasure. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5203/2018/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/5203/2018/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/9-raphael%20Vicenzi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/92159e72f85bafe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wish one day i can do art like that. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114174794938314212?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114174794938314212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114174794938314212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114174794938314212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114174794938314212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/watching-it-light-away.html' title='watching it light away'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114155061268966825</id><published>2006-03-05T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:23:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/4184170-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/4184170-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the young man came to the old man seeking counsel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i broke something, old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how badly is it broken?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's in &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;a million little pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i.m afraid i can't help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it can't be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its broken beyond repair. it's in a million little pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114155061268966825?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114155061268966825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114155061268966825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114155061268966825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114155061268966825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/young-man-came-to-old-man-seeking.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114135130751596132</id><published>2006-03-03T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:01:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fashion week is coming up and i might be able to get back stage passes for the entire event. yay!. i hope uncle kim can pull some strings and get one pass. hahaha. and i hope i get tickets for fashionably loud which is on the 23rd of march and and PLACEBO is performing!!!. (: i need to go on a major shopping spree. lasalle has not called vl yet, so she asked me to help her call them and find out her results. dad's coming back tmr morning. my lego ring is still missing and i am supper pissed off. im gonna order it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114135130751596132?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114135130751596132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114135130751596132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114135130751596132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114135130751596132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/fashion.html' title='fashion'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114104346957579441</id><published>2006-02-27T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:31:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1371.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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;parents went for rajaratnam's state funeral. for those who do not know who this guy is, he's the dude who wrote the singapore pledge. yes, the one we always say every morning during assembly after the national anthem. im really upset. there's no more hope for dennis anymore. ): vA, its all gone. i'll tell you later plus the family emergency. i call you or you call me maybe tmr. ogay, moving on. today was my interview at lsalle, you have no idea how freaked out i was. i called casey up at ten and she was still sleeping. -__- woke her up and i was freaking out on the phone, how am i suppose to describe my picture, i can but i was just lost for words and my photography. omg. then when i went into the main office to wait for my turn and i saw my friends, they had the earlier slot and they were saying not to worry only one interviewer and its kim, she's like the marketing person, she's really nice. i met her before. when i walked into the room, i saear its like american idol, like she's gonna tell you wheather you're in through to the next wrong or your're out. freaky. i talked and spoke well. she was impressed by my portfolio!. yay!. (: hahahaa. and photograpgy was great. she said im in and im fit to be in lasalle. hahhaa. but i have to take my english test, yes. english test, why?. cause i flung my english in O's. so once i pass my test, im 100% in and my test is this wednesday. there are a few people i know who's gonna take the test. carrie, cor. so glad they got in. celest got i too!. yay!. the whole bunch of us gonna hang out together. i really hope vl gets in too. they have not called her yet bout her results, but i know she'll do well. her portfolio is outsanding. family now its crazy, all upside down. cousin came and stay over at my place at one in the morning. its really crazy. and in two in the morning i had to write my artist statement, don't even try asking what's that. thanks derrick for trying to help me in the middle of the night. brendan don't need to treat me please, its over the limits yeer. hahaa. my nose is flowing like a tap, cause im getting all nervous and shit about today. tmr i am going for bead making lessons. learning to make rings with beads or stones.  and i know vA is gonna say, "i hate beads parveen." hahaa. need to buy this long gold colour look chain and a few tear drop crystals or plastic beads to make my necklace. going to salvation army with my cousin on thurdsay, read it in the newspaper a few weeks ago. there are good bargains i tell you, shades for ten bucks, vintage dresses for fifteen bucks. can't wait. need to do shopping. casey's back from vietnam and we need to hang out. need to catch up with vl and estee, maybe sisha one day?. jacq is coming during june. yay!. my primary three friend, used to be so close to her. she, roz and i. can't wait for her to come. and i might be going down to sydney in two or three weeks time when my dad comes back from dubai. and yes vA, i'll come down to your school and see you. hahaa. i'll let you know if its confirm or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114104346957579441?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114104346957579441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114104346957579441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114104346957579441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114104346957579441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-in.html' title='i got in!'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114069493350424526</id><published>2006-02-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:42:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my experince in lasalle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_1372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my experince in lasalle is AMAZING. vA should know why. hurr hurr. been really busy with my portfolio and every thing. been attending lessons at lasalle. the first week went on okay, only towards the end when i started making new friends, hahaa. i know it sounds really stupid but, yea. and i saw this really hot guy at lasalle and he was sitting the next table, infront of me and one of my lecturers, roslyn came and sat with the hot guy and his friends so i wonder she might be teaching them. so i keept looking at him, hahaa. and roslyn saw me looking at him supper embarassing. my face turned red and i looked away and went back to class. hahahahaa. the next week, i started talking and hanging out more with carrie and celest during our breaks, they are really nice and like me they flung their O's as well. its not a good thing, but at least i don't feel like an outcast. there are 18 people in our class and out of 18, six of them wanna do graphic design and out of the six four of them are supper good in art and they still join the portfolio class. -__- its for people who do not have any art background.anyways, moving on, just ytd when carrie, celest and i were outside lasalle just pretending to sketch something but actually wanted to get out of class, it was boring and everyone was too lazy or tired to draw anything else. we sat down and started talking, carrie popped the question of when was your last relationship and blah blah blah. once i mentioned the name and other details, celest was like," oh my fucking shit. fuck!." and i was blur, didn;t know what the hell was going on and after the few minutes of cursing she told me that she's close friends with my ex and they know each other and stuff. she straight away called him and he was like call you later im in the gym and the three of us had the same facial expression. -____- celest went more into detail and so did i about everything else, answered her questions talked about him here and there. it was very interesting. its such a fucking small world. i swear. vA you should know why. hahahaa. its supper scary. he called celest back and they talked and i talked to him for a while and it was werid and he said why i sound so chinese and different. people change my dear boy. so hopefully we'll catch up one day. celest was saying i hope we still can be friends, i don't want this to affect our friendship. not to worry. (: today today!!!. i saw my hot guy, his name is dennis. he's so so so hot!!. celest should know, cause she thinks he's hot too. hurrr hurr. he smile at me i smile at me. when i came to class, i was fifteen minutes early and when i walked passed the fine arts room he was there cleaning stuff and carrying this plastic container of water and this is how our conversation went. hot guy," hi." me"hi." hot guy,"you in wee lit's class?" me,"yea" hot guy" its time to clean up baby!" me," okay" like what the hell man. but we talked so its good. i heart him. HAHAA. later on in the afternoon i saw him again!!. he's hot. the best part he just came out of the shower. he had the messy hair look. so hot!. hahahahaa. going crazy. hot. i hop i see him again. today is my last day in lasalle. i hope i see him on monday before my interview and i hope our interviwers are either wee or daniel. hahaa. they are really nice. just put down the phone with vA. my phone bill is going to fly. need to catch up with so many people. all missing in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114069493350424526?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114069493350424526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114069493350424526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114069493350424526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114069493350424526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-experince-in-lasalle.html' title='my experince in lasalle'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-114027225054917198</id><published>2006-02-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:17:30.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gonna miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/homemm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming or the moment of truth in your lies. when everything feels like the movies yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive. and i don't want the world to see me, cause i don't think that they'd understand. when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy eighteen birthday vl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-114027225054917198?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114027225054917198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=114027225054917198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114027225054917198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/114027225054917198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-gonna-miss-you.html' title='im gonna miss you'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113983114540248539</id><published>2006-02-13T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:29:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lasalle open house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2120341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2120347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P2120347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasalle is not a dumping ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went lasalle the day before and got all my regiestartion forms and signed up for some class on how to make a portfolio. asked the lecturer about results and if i even stood a chance in getting to the school, and she said not really. they MOSTLY look on your portfolio and your interview. so i have to ace those two areas. i hope i get into lasalle. vl came over in the late afternoon, went to get her pic taken, walked around parkway parade and headed back home, grabbed lunch and mom send us to lasalle. just three mins away by car. we both registered and vl already had her interview date and its on her birthday, poor thing. and on that day they will tell you if you're in or out. mine is on the 24th. vl has to do more then her O levels and she's freaking out right now. we walked back to my place and it seemed forever, cause goodman road is a very long road. we talked under the hot sun, sharing her ooh so very interesting life. eat at coffee bean at raffles city.&lt;/span&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/20192952-113983114540248539?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113983114540248539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113983114540248539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113983114540248539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113983114540248539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/lasalle-open-house.html' title='lasalle open house'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113939154786095032</id><published>2006-02-08T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:39:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TWO MORE DAYS TO O LEVEL RESULTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113939154786095032?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113939154786095032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113939154786095032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113939154786095032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113939154786095032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/os.html' title='o&apos;s'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113939136008921387</id><published>2006-02-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:36:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk flea market with vans</title><content type='html'>went to zouk flea market with godfrey. it was majorly crowded and it felt pressurising, like must buy something. we left in an hour. but of course, we left with buying things. im lazy to post the pictures up. i'll post it up when im in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113939136008921387?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113939136008921387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113939136008921387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113939136008921387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113939136008921387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/zouk-flea-market-with-vans.html' title='zouk flea market with vans'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113905318535125360</id><published>2006-02-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:23:35.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outting with vl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2030282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P2030282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2030258.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P2030258.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2030258.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vl ytd. time to catch up on what's happening in each other's life. met her at her place and she fed me carrot cake and only after eating a nice huge piece she was like," oooh parv!. sorry!. it has pork!." neh neh pok. now then she tell me. ooh well, it tasted good. hurr. as usual she was not ready, waited for her as i listen to this really nice song she downloaded, trying to find it so i can downloaded it too. we went to holland v to meet yaya and give a little surprise. hahhaa. i know vl is really happy. hurr. we had fun, the three of us sitting down and talking, eating ice cream. (: i left first and vl came to my house later. asked her to change cause i dont want her coming to my house dressed like that, cause my parents. hmmmm. came gave the oranges, got cash and the whole family went out for dinner, eat thai food. vl's fav. hahhaa. bro popped the question of O's and eveything else. came back home and we took hell a lot of pics up in the terrace and we had a nice long talk under the stars, it has been ooh sooo long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113905318535125360?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113905318535125360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113905318535125360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113905318535125360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113905318535125360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/outting-with-vl.html' title='outting with vl'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113903716842994210</id><published>2006-02-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:12:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a long way to the top.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/ac%20dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/ac%20dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                        AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113903716842994210?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113903716842994210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113903716842994210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113903716842994210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113903716842994210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-long-way-to-top.html' title='its a long way to the top.'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113898062796616974</id><published>2006-02-03T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:30:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk flea market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/flea12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/flea12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vans vans godfrey. its time for us to shop till we drop. just keep our fingers crossed that hopefully, there will be many nice pretty stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113898062796616974?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113898062796616974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113898062796616974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113898062796616974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113898062796616974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/zouk-flea-market.html' title='zouk flea market'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113894232476890031</id><published>2006-02-02T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:41:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2010251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P2010251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; the oooh so pretty dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P2010254.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P2010254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casey and i went out, after a long time. (: we went shopping for clothes. topshop is having a sale, so its a die die must go. hurr hurr. and we tried on some many clothes. i tried on this dress, yes a dress. so pretty and i bought it. parveen hassanbhai bought a dress and it was on a sale. so glad i bought it cause the strips are in now. according to teen vogue. hurr hurr. went to watch a movie, i not stupid too. it was good. cause you actually can relate to how they feel, i cried like shitt. its a good movie, they should show it in schools.  i wore four inch heels the whole day from early afternoon till night when i was with casey and there was one point i just could not take it i exchange shoes with casey, make her walk in my heels. she kept on tripping, cause the shoes were too big for her. hahaa. after i bought my stuff, she has not even bought a single thing and i remember the last time i went out with her she also didn't buy anything at the end of our shopping trip. but this time, she did buy a bikini and a corset looking top. pretty. ooh and casey you forgot to buy the pretty purple bag from OZOC. next time. we sat down and drank our teh tarik. i love that drink. while we were talking, my old old friend which i have not seen in a few years came behind me. casey was the one who got shocked first not me, gerard. she's really nice. we talk for a while, catch up on what's happening on each other's life. felt kinda bad cause casey was just sitting there waiting. casey says we look like were together the way we hugged and talk. -_____- sorry if i scared you casey just now over the phone, we're always freaking each other out before results come out. just like the year before. oooh well, it was a good talk poured out every ugly thought we had. lots of fun my dear girl. can't wait to hang out again. love love. meeting vl tmr. can't wait. we're gonna sit down and talk about how twisted our lives are and she's gonna show me yaya. hahhahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113894232476890031?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113894232476890031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113894232476890031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113894232476890031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113894232476890031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-with-casey.html' title='out with casey'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113859252093307524</id><published>2006-01-31T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:56:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheena new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't you help me as i'm startin' to burn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; too many doses and i'm starting to get an attraction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113859252093307524?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113859252093307524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113859252093307524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113859252093307524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113859252093307524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheena-new-year.html' title='cheena new year'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113846227007011889</id><published>2006-01-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:31:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1270192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1270192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today, went to carribean to see the clippers off. its was nice, getting up close to them and stuff. it was really hot, at the same time i got a tan. hahaa. vanessa came late, she woke up late and by the time she came it was the offically goodbye. but she saw a little. went for reunion dinner today. swee recomended me to go to her stylist to cut my hair, its some where along club street or something. so i'll be cutting my hair after cheena new year. dad got each one of our chinese horoscope and this year dragon is the worse, it said something like save your skin. my dad's becoming all cheena and stuff and its getting scary. my mom can only leave the house after 9.30am and she has to touch water or something like that. O's results are coming out soon, according to my mom its early this year. around the 9th or 10th which is like in a week plus time. fuck. div left to aus today. couldn't see her off. pity. tmr, visting non-stop. i hope i get good good lots of money. so i can go with godfrey back to our secret place and buy our junk.  vA so sorry couldn't meet up with you this whole week, have been really busy with some stuff. our neighbours invited us to their house party on tuesday, so we might be going, they are related to my aunt's sister, small world. my bros and i stole the sign goodman road. hahhahaa. mom was like screaming, cause she was worried that we would get caught and shit. but at this time at night, its so quiet and there are no cameras. but the sign is kinda beaten up at the edges, its heavy thou. we're now deciding where to put it, maybe in my room. hurr. heard that hillcourt is gonna onblock and i don't to leave that place. its so near to everywhere. its central. but its not confrim yet. heh. casey, this week we'll hang out k, i promise. (:    vl, our portfoilio, we'll get it started on the 2nd, come and stay over, you can get cash from my parents. hahaha. those who wanna get extra cash, come on over. i need to visit other people's house too. hurr hurr.  i miss bam bam. anyways, happy cheena new year!. enjoy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113846227007011889?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113846227007011889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113846227007011889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113846227007011889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113846227007011889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/woke-up-early-today-went-to-carribean.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113794196245155065</id><published>2006-01-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:59:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house with casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1210125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1210125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1210128.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1210128.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to open house today. TP and SP, didn't have time to go the other two. we got stuck in TP for half an hour and the same place. its scary man. casey should know. hahaa. the design area is really nice. i love it. its so beautiful, espically the visual communications area. they showcased the students work and stuff. the photographs they took is lovely, i love it. the weather was so hot. after the open house, we headed to town. and i have a very long shopping list. we got caught in the rain, thank god we were wearing jeans. casey kept on tripping, she was wearing heels. hahaa. its time to get flats my dear. (: headed back to her place, rented a movie and bought pop corn and drinks. her dad cooked spaghetti, but i could not eat it cause it had pork. hmmmm. i could have eaten it, but NO. her mom is so good in wrapping those little gifts, if my mom came over she would be really happy. hahaa. her uncle and aunt came over and they brought dessert. yummmy. hahhahaa. went back home and bro was having a bbq. roasted my marsh mellows. nice hot and soft. played cards till two plus. cousin came over for a while, and he got me starting all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113794196245155065?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794196245155065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113794196245155065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113794196245155065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113794196245155065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/open-house-with-casey.html' title='open house with casey'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113777626835571082</id><published>2006-01-21T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:16:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisha day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1190101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1190101.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1190081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1190081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1190073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1190073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with vl to collect our year book and vl had to do some of her art &lt;br /&gt;stuff. went back to her place, sat and talked. headed to town, and we watched undiscovered cause we were so bored. the show is terrible. wasted my seven dollars. went to top shop and tried on some pretty clothes. vl we so have to get the tops we wanna get from there. you must remember to ask your friend about it. (: estee was suppose to meet us at six to go sisha but she was late, watching memoirs of a geisha. vl and i went suntec, la senza to do some bra shopping. met estee and we all went to sisha. yay!. its been a long time since the three of us hanged out together. estee we must get that keychain yar?. its pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113777626835571082?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113777626835571082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113777626835571082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113777626835571082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113777626835571082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sisha-day.html' title='sisha day'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113759889125399275</id><published>2006-01-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:41:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture the scene:&lt;br /&gt;you're sitting in the front seat of a smart box-fresh silver BMW, crusing down the highway in los angeles. its a week before christmas, but you wouldn't know it, thanks to the afternoon sun shinning brightly through the windscreen. the driver turns to you and grabs your knee in excitement, flashing a smile so big you couldn't smash it off with a hammer. the driver is tom delonge. and he's happy, so happy that the upper half of his body is dancing behind the steering wheel. but his fine mood isn't simply the result of a good day. its the consequence of what's currently pumping loudly out of his stero, the forth coming, much anticipated Angles and Airwaves album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113759889125399275?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113759889125399275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113759889125399275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113759889125399275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113759889125399275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-this.html' title='picture this'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113725717288467938</id><published>2006-01-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:46:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1130069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1130069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night shoot from granny's room window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you always find a way to keep me right here waiting, you always fnd the words to say to keep me right here waiting. and if you chose the words to say to keep me right here waiting, searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113725717288467938?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113725717288467938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113725717288467938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113725717288467938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113725717288467938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-and-now.html' title='here and now'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113721811911275797</id><published>2006-01-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:04:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hang out with vans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131405.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     red red red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131435.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131414.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131427.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing mah jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1131449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1131449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vans ytd. finally after a long time. we went to ann siang street, which is really near china town. had so much fun. (: we both spend a lot of money on junk. but it was woth it. i guess only people like vans would understand why would spend money on such things. hurr hurr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1130061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1130061.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our little camera cum key chain. you can take one hundred photos according to the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1130063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1130063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1130064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1130064.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its contents: three story books, three booksmarks, one sticker sheet, one small note book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear vans, we so have to go back to OUR place and explore more, walk in bewteen the lttle streets and get our limited edition posters with will cost abomb again. hahaa. and let's go to haji lane, straits records. met the reggae guy. hahahaa. can't wait to sembawang fest with you. yay!. (: had fun. thanks a lot. hopefully our cheena side would give us enough of cash to spend on our rubbish stuff. hurr. oooh yes, we must bring your becky friend along and we would encourage her to spend money on rubbish too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113721811911275797?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113721811911275797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113721811911275797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113721811911275797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113721811911275797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/hang-out-with-vans.html' title='hang out with vans'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113708230362741255</id><published>2006-01-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:11:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;im supper excited fo djing claases next week&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;just have fun&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;it's in our blood &lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;kick ass&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;no presuure&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;anybody laff say u r my cousin&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;proud to say it&lt;br /&gt;parveen*                       look to the past and remember and smile says:&lt;br /&gt;hurr hurr&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah dun worry&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;my force will protect you&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;spk later&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;busy now babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/Twiggy%20PORTRAIT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/Twiggy%20PORTRAIT2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  twiggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/audrey%20hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/audrey%20hepburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; audrey hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/kate%20moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/kate%20moss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kate moss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113708230362741255?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113708230362741255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113708230362741255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113708230362741255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113708230362741255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/parveen-look-to-past-and-remember-and.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113705495937750914</id><published>2006-01-12T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:37:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't hide the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_0019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_0019.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;went out with vA today. her shoe kept on giving her problem. hahhaa. went to long john's to eat and we saw a girl who looked like cassandra and i gave her that look and the girl gave me a nasty look back so it was not cassandra. walked around, bought a top from top shop and we sat down at coffee bean at scotts and i started taking very random pictures. i left and went to meet my mom at her friend's place. its nice and she gave me a really good talk. we talk about political stuff and education. she made me think alot, which was good. i like these kinda talks, helps you stimulate your mind. hurr hurr. &lt;br /&gt;talked to susan, vA, clifford on the phone till 2am. nice good talk. (: stupid susan didn't call me back. hahhaa. suppose to do my djing lessons, but feng hasn't called me and im pissed off. its just building up and now im gonna eat my ben and jerrys. (:&lt;br /&gt;i wished the used would come to singapore, that would just be heaven. but stop dreaming, they will NEVER EVER come. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cart-wheeling stalwart is still spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113705495937750914?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113705495937750914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113705495937750914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113705495937750914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113705495937750914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-hide-past.html' title='can&apos;t hide the past'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113697755405592708</id><published>2006-01-11T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:05:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>webs and spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/10cm_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/10cm_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed on the floor when i moved in &lt;br /&gt;this little bungalow with some strange new friends&lt;br /&gt;stay up too late, and i'm too thin &lt;br /&gt;we promise each other it's til the end&lt;br /&gt;now we're spinning empty bottles &lt;br /&gt;it's the five of us &lt;br /&gt;with pretty eyed boys girls die to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin came over cause he could not sleep. walked to seven eleven our favourite store for a late night snack. we sat there for a few hours, sitting down smoking and talking about our wildest fantasies, friends, life and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113697755405592708?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113697755405592708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113697755405592708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113697755405592708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113697755405592708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/webs-and-spiders.html' title='webs and spiders'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113688577996638631</id><published>2006-01-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:36:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bev left</title><content type='html'>met estee susan and vl at wisma and we went to eat. vl was late as usual. we met geri clifford vA roz and brendan and we took a train to the airport. vl susan estee and i were like dancing in the train listening to music. hahaa. susan and vl raced in the train. supper fun. when bev hugged matt, then my eyes became all red and estee was starting already and i was like a chain reaction. susan was shivering, never seen her cry so so badly. after everyone cried, then only vA realised that she had tissue. vl estee matt susan vA and i went down to coffee club to eat dinner. half way estee left to meet hurrrrrrrrr. vl left after dinner. followed matt and susan to go buy cigs. matt bought the roll up ones. so the four of us hanged out at the staircase in far east, two of them smoked their lungs out while vA and i sat and talked.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you bam bam. miss you oooh so much. come back soon and we can hang out together like old times. multi party, going to your place to teach you how to cook, helping you hold your spray can, taking pictures, your nose shit. all the retard times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;†Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;not whole head&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;mohawk&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;girly one&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;not so thin in width&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;thicker&lt;br /&gt;parveen* says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;soomore u wavy hair look oldsch&lt;br /&gt;††Accidental-Design.Blogspot.Com-_---  love are for those with iron souls muff says:&lt;br /&gt;cuter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet roz today but she cant't. she has to hang out with her parents. hahaha. went to junction eight to help merci relief for the tsunami. natalie is leaving on the sixteen, according to her its confirm next is roz and then vA and she's not coming back for a year. im not really enjoying my holidays, everyone is leaving. meeting vA tmr. (:  meeting godfrey on friday. (: can't wait to hang out with her its been such a long time. have not seen her since i came back from hong kong. lots of places to go, lots of things to talk about. hurr hurr.  my djing lesson is this thursday, i can't wait!. im supper excited. but feng has not called me up yet to tell me if the boy is joining me or not and i need his address.&lt;br /&gt;OASIS IS COMING!. estee we so so so so have to go together!. hopefully french connection or warehouse will call us and we can start working and get cash to buy the darn tickets cause if we don't go, im gonna ------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/540083264rDAWmO_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/540083264rDAWmO_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113688577996638631?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113688577996638631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113688577996638631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113688577996638631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113688577996638631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/bev-left_10.html' title='bev left'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113648188855258743</id><published>2006-01-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:24:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foolish games</title><content type='html'>Oh no &lt;br /&gt;Don't go changing &lt;br /&gt;That's what you told me from the start &lt;br /&gt;Thought you where something different &lt;br /&gt;That's when it all just fell apart &lt;br /&gt;Like you're so perfect &lt;br /&gt;And I can't measure up &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not perfect &lt;br /&gt;Just all messed up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113648188855258743?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113648188855258743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113648188855258743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113648188855258743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113648188855258743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/foolish-games.html' title='foolish games'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113646556080643543</id><published>2006-01-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:31:44.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who painted the moon black</title><content type='html'>ytd went out with roz and her mom to john little for some sale. and both our parents bought this hot pan where you can cook food, do fondue and stuff. princess brand. the solgan was so funny, " what's a home like without a princess" so retarted. roz and i were carrying princes around and people came up asking where to get how much. and we were both telling them the price and i said," if you don't have the card cannot get discount." at that point it was funny and we said that to everyone who asked us and our parents kept telling us to stop. my mom went down the escalator and roz mom was like no no, come up and my mom's shoe fell out. it was so funny. it was likea foot going down the escalator and in the end all of us had to go down. all of us were laughing like crazy. then when we were walking towards the lift, at the men's section, the man touched this shoe and there were many on the shelf and all of them just fell. hahhaa. we all started laughing supper loud and he looked at us. hahaa. the que was majorly long. roz and i left to watch a movie. while our parents went for a cuppa (coffee). i made roz watch wallace and gromit. HAHAA. it was quite bab. i fell asleep for like five mins and roz was like," you are the one who wanted to watch and you fall asleep and here i am trying not to fall asleep." hahhaa. sorry rozzeeee. it was bad. i owe you. hahaa. met brendan on the way, went to topshop and roz bought this jacket. nice nice. looks good on her. (: and i bought two pair of earings, i just had to buy it. so pretty. (: and this time it has no beads. NO BEADS vA. (: walked to borders and looked through some very exciting books, hahahhaa. went back to her place. and . roz just bought a new web camera ans she got really excited and wanted to show and talk to people online, but bang no one really talked to us for long. hahaa. we started taking pictures with the webcam. still waiting for ms han to send me the photos and the video we took for fun. hahahaa. that was just so fun. please do not put that on friendster or any where else. im gonna kill you if you do that. watched america's next top model at her place. mom picked me up at 12am around there. went back home and played some stupid game with my bro. &lt;br /&gt;i bought a new toy today. hahaa. you can grow grass on its head. its so cute.&lt;br /&gt;bev's leaving this sunday, so fast. im gonna miss her. she'll always be my bam bam. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1040027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1040027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1040039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1040039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/P1040056.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/P1040056.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113646556080643543?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113646556080643543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113646556080643543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113646556080643543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113646556080643543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-painted-moon-black.html' title='who painted the moon black'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113619765666994148</id><published>2006-01-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:49:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years eve and roz party</title><content type='html'>my bro got a apple computer, G5. its so nice, clean and white. i love it. (: it took me ten minutes to find where the internet is (vA i know what you mean now) hahhaa. it took me twenty minutes to find where the power switch was. stupid. why cant they just put  it infront just like a normal computer. &lt;br /&gt;lets start from new years eve. when to tangs to meet vA and roz. waited at M.A.C for them. while waiting i was looking for my make up artist, su-san but she was off that day. had to pass her my prom photos, she needs it for her portfolio. it started to rain heavily, roz and vA came. vA took sucha long time to decide which eye liner to get. the browns that she chose all looks the same except the glitter one, which was my favourite but she got another brown which both roz and i said looks like black from far, cant tell the difference. roz wanted get her gloss, but in the end she didn't cause she was afraid no money left for the rest of the day. hahaa. we were suppose to go ps but we didn't. went to cine in the end and sat at some cafe. the cheese sticks are good. (: but the salsa they gave was just weird. brendan came a little later and we walked around. went into zara and brenden were trying on this shirt and roz, vA and i were telling him to roll up his sleeves. it was soo funny. he was kinda upset cause he could not get this green shirt which was really nice and different. we went to roz friends place for new years eat bbq. then roz mom said something bout me being a muslim girl or halal or something like that. so embarassing, you should have seen their faces. there was this guy in orange t-shirt and his eyebrows!!!. OMG. its like those very cheena shows you watch on tv and they eyebrows are pointy and sharp at the tip and there was another guy he look like the fish lake monster in kim possible. vA and i started laughing like shit. and we took pictures of them. once it hit tweleve everyone was all in their party gear and started screaming and blowing those whistles and stuff. called up people and wished. we called ms kang, HAHAA. so retarted. we went down the neighbourhood screaming HAPPY NEW YEAR!. hahaa. that was fun. roz dad sang out of tune and vA and i started laughing. stayed till three in the morning and left like ten mins after vA left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/534104030aZUont_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/534104030aZUont_ph.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00136.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was roz farewell party for her and bev. didn't go in the morning with to roz place t make pancakes cause had some family thingy to attend. mom dropped me at casey's place and we left together to go roz place. on the way bought a bottle of alcohol to redem ourselves cause we were supper late. her party starts at five thirty but we arrived at seven plus and the few around eight. they guys were playing cards and the few of us started talking. then it was FOOD TIME!. (: during dinner there were not enough seats, so they created another table and the outcasts were sitting there excpt roz and brendan. it was quite funny and sad at the same time. that eden could not belive that i was muslim, she thought i was pretending. hmmmm. vA, casey and i started laughing at roz dad cause it look like he was having a affair with the maid. vA, why la?. always thinking of such retard stuff. vA's friend called and susan started talking to her like supper cheena. supper funny. vA was like mad. hahaa. they were making fun of my dress. casey was the only one which said it was nice and it looked like a kenzo dress. vA said some charlie's angles thingy, so that was ok. hahaa. vl and estee came at ne plus in the morning. but by the time they came he left. estee,vl, norris, susan, vA and i were locked outside roz house, then brendan came down to open the door. poor vl. hurr. vl, estee the three of us talked. both of them were telling me bout their new years eve party sounded really fun. they were so hungry kept complaining. you should have seen their faces. vA had to make food for them. she looked like a maid with her GREY SHIRT. i know how you feel vA. i had to wash up the dishes, so gross leaving it in the basin all dirty and ants were crawling all over roz kitchen table. susan just had to pour water down my back, splash on my face still. having period. vA says i have some disorder or something like that. hahaa. rolling up brendan's shirt. it keeps coming down, he has bad folding skills. vA please do not wear that when we go out!. hahaa. roz, casey were so wasted. andrew ate such a big piece of the apple strudel and vA kept picking on the small bits of apples. bev, norris, andrew, vA and i sat downstairs and we were just talking bout random stuff. went out to the balcony, as they were smoking norris was like playing around with his lighter and some part fell out and he could not find it, poor thing. it was his birthday present. kept on checking on casey, had to make sure nothing happened to her. walked estee and vl out cause vl had work in a few hours time. while walking out, there were bats and estee started screaming like shit. vA, norris, bev and i slept on the tv room cause roz room was just messy and eveything was just everywhere. norris has bad bad pronounciation of words. example: brochure, he says it as bro-choo-er, world becomes wor, peter becomes petole. bev started singing, "its a small worrr after all" vA and i could not stop laughing. we only slept at six in the morning thanks to bev. stupid china man, he's such a loser i swear. vA told me he left in the morning after he woke up or something. woke up at eight and played play station for a while and went down to the pool area. vA, norris and i were sitting at the pool area and norris were telling us stuff. i shall not say it cause it was private. (: but norris i still think you should just tell her. hurr hurr. eat pizza for lunch. norris told us this pebble story. it had no meaning and like our faces were just blank. -__-. bev's face was like wtf. so funny. vA saw this really cute guy and her face turned pink!. hahaa. he's cute not hot. there's a difference. while walking back, norris told the guy vA thought was cute his younger brother to spray water at casey and i cause we were the only clean and dry ones. both of us ran to the toilet and stayed there for awhile. paranoid. hahaa.  the party was fun. i enjoyed myself. :):):) thanks rozzzeeeee!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/534101860qWaKxd_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/534101860qWaKxd_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bev's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/534100918CXaTsN_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/534100918CXaTsN_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/534099970icYkbE_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/534099970icYkbE_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; casey and roz tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00152.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex polstra is HOT. right vA?. hahahaa. told you he's hot. hot like fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113619765666994148?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113619765666994148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113619765666994148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113619765666994148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113619765666994148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve-and-roz-party.html' title='new years eve and roz party'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113594163939111946</id><published>2005-12-30T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:13:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fentoozler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;met geri, susan and clifford. went to pennisular plaza to go alter susan's jeans. walked around and something happen. that was scary. main event to today: BIRD SHIT LANDED ON ME!. mostly on my shirt. i was like fuck, whats that wet shit. i started screaming like hell and laughed. casey says its good luck. hmmmmm. walked to bras pasa and north bridge building or something like that. susan and i left first, clifford had to settle some stuff. took a cab down to town and we were stuck in a jam. had just enough cash to pay the taxi uncle. went to buy food for bro at scotts. susan went to meet bev and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;ytd, actually this morning. susan's mom will never change heard her shoutting like hell, kinda scary. casey and i have a date!. yay!. (: its been such a long time since we hanged out. i want a flower fairy. go create one for me now. hurr. daisy, remember our dates!. we just planned it. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;roz party is been changed to the first of jan because some poeple have to go back to school and stuff. cant wait for her party, is gonna be exciting. meeting her and vA tmr. need to go M.A.C to pass photos to my frined, she's a make up artist. she did my make up for prom. i need to buy knitting needles, i lost them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;staying at granny's place tmr. its offical. and the whole family, cousins eveyone is having a bbq there for new years eve and im not going and mom is kinda upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;swee's getting me a pair of levis jeans. yay!. went to buy teen vogue for vl. poor estee is still sick. hope she gets better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/arkhee-thechildren.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/fashion-geisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/ichi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;oriental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113594163939111946?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113594163939111946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113594163939111946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113594163939111946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113594163939111946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/fentoozler.html' title='fentoozler'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113569768318816665</id><published>2005-12-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:34:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt; i wanted to get this from hk. it was expensive, hundred and fifty bucks. but the place was so so nice. it was heaven. i always wanted a store like that in singapore. shoes on a roating shelf and on each shelf there are seven shoes and some has limited add toys. one section where they sell music ( mostly house and lounge like hotel costas) and design mags and a dj spins. and this is all in the middle and surrounding it was all clothes. vintage, mordern, everything. from shoes to accessories. one word to describe all of it BEAUTIFUL. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/gurillea%20store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/gurillea%20store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the gurillea store and below the white room. fond memnories we had. our next stop is ann siang road and coleman street lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/p9210522_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/p9210522_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt; madonna. she looked so young and pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/N59.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/arkhee-wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/arkhee-wonderland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/N40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/N40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;things I love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im making a necklace like that. My mom is helping me get the charms close to that. vA there's no beads!. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113569768318816665?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113569768318816665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113569768318816665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113569768318816665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113569768318816665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wanted-to-get-this-from-hk.html' title=''/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113568537767713060</id><published>2005-12-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:09:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/PC250759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/PC250759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/1600/PC240750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2018/320/PC240750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;everyone came over. swee brought along cherry her room mate which is also a dj. had a lot of fun talking bout my djing lessons with feng which im starting next year, first week of jan and mom is paranoid cause im going to his place to learn instead of going to frontal labs to learn. i rather learn at his place, and its an advantage for me. hahaa. he knows jonathan and the price of the lessons is cheaper, learn more things than going to frontal to learn. more tips and blah blah blah. my cousin who is fifteen, we made her drink alcohol. hahhaa. but she can really hold her liqour really well for her age. my babe, vl came over around ten after work. it was really fun, she stayed and watched how my family functions during christmas and the tradition and shit. everyone opened they're christmas presents at twelve sharp. all very exciting. even vl got to open hers up, she was like family. (: she stayed until three in the morning. we had a good heart to heart talk. its been a long time since we did that. and we waxed ourselves. hahahhaa. i got a pair of jeans for x-mas, clothes from billie jo, lava lamp. although its really little presents this year but is fine by me cause when i went to hk bought a few things there already. meeting vl and estee on wednesday, time to shop for tops and time to hang out together after a long time. esp with estee. cant wait to go over to vanessa see's place to make cup cakes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oasis is coming to sinagpre on the 23rd of feb. i hope results dont come out around that time and if it comes out earlier, i hope i do well. godfrey!. we so have to go together. quick come back from your trip lady!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113568537767713060?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113568537767713060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113568537767713060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113568537767713060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113568537767713060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas dinner'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</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-20192952.post-113559960283403532</id><published>2005-12-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:20:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gjdikgvdsgdisg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20192952-113559960283403532?l=parvoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113559960283403532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20192952&amp;postID=113559960283403532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113559960283403532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20192952/posts/default/113559960283403532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parvoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>parv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558807222986752924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
