<?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-5773183293705195563</id><updated>2012-02-14T10:22:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for once in my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-5914476661446877179</id><published>2012-02-14T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:22:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day 2012</title><content type='html'>Every year on valentines day i put up a post on what my view on valentines day is. there was one year i went virally cynical and was reminded by one of my juniors that valentines day is not just for love between two people, it's for love in general. any kind of love, the best kind and the worst kind. then there was the year i deemed it a money hungry scheme where $1.50 roses became $8 a stalk. and everywhere dining restaurant in the world was finding some way or another to package some kind of couple experience that they usually would not have. usually throwing in some perks like complimentary rose and chocolates for the lady. however, since the age has come to such reliance on the internet and we find ourselves having to unsubscribe from mailing lists that we never even joined, i decided to browse through all the valentines dining deals this year that i was receiving in my mail. i found my favorite deal, no doubt it is only for the extremely wealthily well-endowed, it served its purpose for greater amusement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAmsC98vgY/Tzm_NzcuFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/wwNgxWnUeNU/s1600/V-Day-Dinners-Swissotel.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAmsC98vgY/Tzm_NzcuFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/wwNgxWnUeNU/s320/V-Day-Dinners-Swissotel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Swissôtel The Stamford had a helipad? i sure as didnt. this whole helipad deal becoming a little bit overrated, no?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what do you get on this helipad date, almost a date in the sky, or close anyway. you get to spend time with your other half at 226m above ground (scary much? i hope the helipad had handles to hold on to). now comes your first perk, you get a glass of champagne while you gaze at singapore's stunning skyline (at that height, you could probably see indonesia's or malaysia's skyline too depending where you're facing). this happens only for one night, which is kinda funny because valentines day is a tuesday night, so you would think that they would extend it a few more days to make money, then again, if you can afford this, you probably dont have to go into work on wednesday. so moving on, you get a 12 course set dinner by chef julien royer, i'm assuming if you can afford this, you would probably know who he is because they say his name like his food is a selling point. more perks, two bottles of Dom Pérignon Champagne (thats a bottle a person), a bouquet of 99 roses, jewelry set consisting of a diamond necklace, a pair of earrings and a bracelet worth $5300, one-night's stay at the executive club room (so go get drunk, you dont have to go home tonight). you also get a 120 min couple spa treatment at willow stream spa (again, it is said like its supposed to be a selling point), and lastly, limousine transfer to and from the hotel. so i'm pretty sure that your eyes nearly pop out when you saw the price of the jewelry, and i'm sure all of you know what it cost to get 99 roses that you did not put together yourself, so you must be dying to know how much all this cost. a smashing $9999. look at that, at least it's less than $10000! (i'm actually rather surprised they didnt throw in a tiara somewhere, since it's all about making the woman feel like a princess. heh)&lt;br /&gt;but as the website says, fret not, if you feel its too much to spend on what night, or your date's just not worth all that, you can opt for a 9 course set dinner instead, cooked by an unknown chef apparently, at the restaurant itself, JAAN. its just a few floors below the glorious helipad, and you get a complimentary glass of champagne. thats it, just one glass. all that for $660.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;you could say that i'm cynical because i cant afford it, but i'll be damned with myself if this was my idea of a date if i could. money or no money, i stand by the law that watching movies at home and eating microwaved pizzas are the way to go. but dont let me stop all of you with the money for it, just remember to bring some of that champagne back and let me know how it went, without all the gruesome details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;finally, it's been 8 years since i last had a boyfriend on valentines day, and as much as society has overrated the occasion, i still very much feel for it and its beginnings, looking forward to giving bunny his present and spending the 18th with him, even if we just stand and stare at each other the whole day. (yes, we cant celebrate on the 14th because like i said, it's a freaking tuesday) sending love to all of you. whether you're a double or a single, you're allowed to celebrate as long as someone loves you. and if no one does, then i do, just so you don't feel too sad today. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-5914476661446877179?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/5914476661446877179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/5914476661446877179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/5914476661446877179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-2012.html' title='Valentines Day 2012'/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAmsC98vgY/Tzm_NzcuFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/wwNgxWnUeNU/s72-c/V-Day-Dinners-Swissotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-7945333740353045205</id><published>2012-01-09T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:50:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school, and surprise surprise, there's already so much that has to be done. pity, the only thing i really would like to do right now is to go back to sleep. but i'm up, surprisingly ahead of usual schedule, i have my coffee flask waiting on the table, oh so professional, and in about 15 mins i intend to charge out into this new week in a blaze of glory. hah! praying i do not fall on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the study room looks impressive, well, for most part. i stuck it out to the end, its roaring for a brand new start. i dont think i have ever thrown so many things away in my life. next thing to do is to move on to the fairly obstructed chest of drawers in the bedroom. that's going to be another week long affair, esp now that school has started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i think this year is finally beginning and its going to be great, i don't think i have ever stepped into another year where everything was going well from the start. it's not a year that involves revamping oneself and starting a new. i actually do not need a fresh start this year, i'm going into the year with a loving man, on great terms with the family, and no one in my class hates me yet; at least i don't think. so yea, i can actually say "life is good" and mean it for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got it, i'm just peachy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-7945333740353045205?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/7945333740353045205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school-and-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/7945333740353045205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/7945333740353045205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school-and-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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-5773183293705195563.post-6268759826666846395</id><published>2012-01-03T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:08:37.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and this is how life looks like on the otherside. the otherside of the new year that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realised that if i want to blog, i cant be so incredibly inconsistent with it. blogging requires commitment. blah blah blah. you know, i havent decided just yet if i really want to blog or not. whatever the case, ushering in the new year was perfect, watchnight service with the family, a late night/early morning date with the love after. the first 3 days of the new year have embarked onto a rocking start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel this is the year to settle down. no, i do not mean get married although, considering that finances are the only thing standing in our way, maybe we will get a big pre-wedding gift and actually get married. boy, that would be nice. i mean settling down in the sense as with myself. no, i am not marrying myself, not going to go all sue sylvester on anyone. learning the hard lesson of living within my means, not constantly taking advantage of the fact that i live under my parents roof. i'm 24 and studying, albeit all that, but it still doesnt warrant me to live like i'm 14. my parents pay for enough, i reckon. and i can do my part. determined to get my license by july, simply because my final theory test is one horror that i do not want to repeat. and that expires in july, and conveniently enough, so does my renewed PDL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i'm starting my own class with another studio. giving the chance to take control. and that will be one heck of a learning experience, i'm so grateful to have friends like miss tay and miss prawn to help me with a lot of the nitty gritty stuff. and of course the support for my wonderful family and the love of my life. its been a rocking start and i believe its going to be a rocking year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-6268759826666846395?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/6268759826666846395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-4638762432041014595</id><published>2011-12-02T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:34:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a good day in Nagaland. Had some interesting run-ins at the domestic airport in Kolkata. A lady officer tried speaking to me in 3 different languages but it meet occurred to her to try English. I always knew that the day will come when my lack of knowledge in being Indian will come back to bite me in the ass, today was the day. Apart from that, I had chicken tikka and papadum today, and just like every other cuisine, Indian food taste tens times better in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagaland is a beautiful place, definitely 3rd world but it doesn't bother you. Or it doesn't bother me anyway. The weather is beautiful and the people are nice. They look like they could be from china or Thailand or Korea or even the Philippines, very few actually look like what we perceive as Indian. The nagas have 18 major languages and the one I heard today, sounded very much like a cross between all the mandarin dialect groups with a hint of Korean punctuation. As you can tell, still lost in translation at times, but close to everyone speaks English here as well, so I'm very much grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we are at now is Aiers Enclave, it's really nice, and has free wifi, which is why I get to blog. However, there is absolutely no cell reception in Nagaland. Even the pastor who invited us only has cell reception as far as the rest of India. It's really like coming to a place where you cannot contact the outside world, hur hur. Never been so grateful for wifi or a phone that supports wifi. Also, the day ends really early here, which is not a bad thing because it feels like its going according to singapore time, and it goes pitch black really early. No one uses signals on the road and headlights are used at night to let pedestrians know that a car is coming because the pedestrians are walking in darkness. I've also seen many dogs, really cute and odd cross breeds as well as baby goats and cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my first day in Nagaland. Andrea is having a blast in Korea, apparently all they did today was walk and eat. And mum and her reiterate that it's incredibly cold, so much so that smoke comes out of their mouths when they talk. She also saw Kim soo hyun at the airport, Sam dong from dream high, they took the same plane. Pity his manager said he couldn't take a picture, and he was so apologetically cute about it too. Haha. Glad she's having a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend, miss my sister, miss my mummy, and having a great time here with my daddy. Time to go to sleep. See if my dad needs help with anything. Here's a picture of what love looks like from Nagaland. Night &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jgSihVIN-Sw/Tte6t3esM6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_E9vUjCvonE/s640/blogger-image--1272452150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jgSihVIN-Sw/Tte6t3esM6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_E9vUjCvonE/s640/blogger-image--1272452150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-4638762432041014595?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/4638762432041014595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-good-day-in-nagaland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/4638762432041014595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/4638762432041014595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-good-day-in-nagaland.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jgSihVIN-Sw/Tte6t3esM6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_E9vUjCvonE/s72-c/blogger-image--1272452150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-8006818420080552281</id><published>2011-12-01T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:47:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in India. Out of all my life of being half Indian, I never thought for one moment that I would actually be in india. It's interesting. Im currently at a little stop over inn in Kolkata. And fly off again tmr to another part of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with my dad, so this will also be the first time I'm travelling alone with him. It should be pretty fun I reckon. Gonna sleep now and keep this updated as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my Christmas shopping is not done, and neither have my sermons actually been structurally written out, talk about procrastination! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Love you bunny boy &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2v5mbQRGoH0/TtaIU-grU2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/lxSRWWUt9D8/s640/blogger-image-1952220408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2v5mbQRGoH0/TtaIU-grU2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/lxSRWWUt9D8/s640/blogger-image-1952220408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-8006818420080552281?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/8006818420080552281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-3043115688873848853</id><published>2011-11-29T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:13:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what?! i have readers. haha. thank you tina, you have inspired me to bring you more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to write sermon notes for my first two sermons that will ever be told. i'm getting sermon central help, but so not the point. then i'll be on to my packing list and tons of packing. and down to a little something special for the boyfriend before we part ways until the 10th of december. i love it when my holidays literally kick-off whilst on holiday, i.e overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the itinerary, Nagaland (in the himalayas, closer to india), then i come back then off to penang and seremban (malaysia). i reckon it's going to be a good 22 days, then i'm back in singapore for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not blogged for a while, and yes, i promise to be more efficient, esp now that i know this thing actually gets read. just some updates, i didn't win singtel casting call, or i would be very rich right now. hah! i have a potential teaching job currently in discussion, if that goes through, i will be set to teach for a long long time. really looking forward to that. i declared my holiday slightly earlier than when it actually happened (something i do not recommend). and my relationship is slightly hilly but all is still good. i'm in it for the long haul. been wrecking myself for sermons (when i say wrecking, i really mean procrastinating). i've finished all my back log shows (thus the procrastination), and i'm back on track, in time to end the year proper. gonna christmas shop tonight too, everything's online this year, again. so i'll post up pictures of what has been bought and do some website advertising later on. much love everyone, i'm aiming to sleep at 12am tonight because i'm having the sneezles again and i really deathly want to be in top form for the day out tmr and the flight. look out for my advertising post. cheers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-3043115688873848853?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/3043115688873848853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-what-i-have-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/3043115688873848853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/3043115688873848853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-what-i-have-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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-5773183293705195563.post-7807517353807164546</id><published>2011-11-05T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:14:18.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's the last showing of PICNIC and i have realized that technicians do not hold much regard for the productions that they are on, unless they had some immense stake in it. well, that's for me anyway. as a performer, having to experience the end of a running show was always slightly devastating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to think of theatre practitioners as butterflies. it takes an incredibly long time, and a lot of hard work to get to where we want to be on opening night, and then it finally happens, we birth out into a beautiful end-product. however, just like the life span of butterflies, the beautiful end-product shuts down after a short run (anything apart from forever is considered short). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's the same for the practitioners on-stage and the practitioners off-stage, i've come to realize that back-stage practitioners move on a lot quicker than on-stage practitioners. maybe it's because we have less of an emotional stake in the production, but i don't think that's right. sometimes, i feel we have more of a stake, because there are times we put our lives on the line to put a production together.&lt;br /&gt;another concept, every show is different for a performer, however, i reckon, unless your the designer of some section of the show, every show demands the same attention from the theatre technicians. here goes my new slogan (remember, it doesnt apply to you if you're a designer): different theatre, different show, same wonderful wonderful job. &lt;br /&gt;[boy do i love what i do!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-7807517353807164546?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/7807517353807164546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonights-last-showing-of-picnic-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/7807517353807164546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/7807517353807164546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonights-last-showing-of-picnic-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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-5773183293705195563.post-2115214282541371943</id><published>2011-11-04T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:40:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning felling, well, really sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;Onto another long, tiring, money-draining day. Lest my driving lesson be fruitful today, lest I not be told that I'm going to fail my test yet again. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this week to be over, then I go on to another hectic week, but that is really not the point. Things could be worse, I might actually need to go for classes at 9am everyday, oh wait, I still do. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Lost my student pass, need to get that replaced, lost the concession that I put in it, $50 worth, heh. Need passport size photos for my driving and for my new student pass. Need money to keep topping up my card, need money to survive, driving is sucking me dry. Sigh, I might actually need to resort to asking for more money. Lest it be granted and I do not need to have so much explaining to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to bathe I go, but first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ztTfNGRgslg/TrNClWfL0aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7aINX5sFvTo/s640/blogger-image-1667896691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ztTfNGRgslg/TrNClWfL0aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7aINX5sFvTo/s640/blogger-image-1667896691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F9r3D5r_frI/TrNCnNkRr5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/5HagyLfl42o/s640/blogger-image-2097662026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F9r3D5r_frI/TrNCnNkRr5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/5HagyLfl42o/s640/blogger-image-2097662026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-2115214282541371943?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/2115214282541371943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up-in-morning-felling-well-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/2115214282541371943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/2115214282541371943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up-in-morning-felling-well-really.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ztTfNGRgslg/TrNClWfL0aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7aINX5sFvTo/s72-c/blogger-image-1667896691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773183293705195563.post-346408431543083937</id><published>2011-11-02T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:34:11.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. blogger. haha. old school much. i haven't been on this since last year, i think. maybe it will be good for me, you know, to blog. i don't think anyone will actually read any of this, but like the tag line says, "because my thoughts have to go somewhere". &lt;br /&gt;so this blog is all cleared out and super renewed and recharged. ok, not entirely, but still, heh. i wonder what happened to blogging, it used to be such a big thing. blogger used to be blogspot and my gosh that was a big thing. if you didnt have a blogspot account, you were a loser. hah! gone are those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so some updates on my life to kick of this new-old blog of mine. i'm now 23, oh so old, and for the first time in my life, i am happily attached to a wonderful man. and for another first in my life, i love what i'm doing in school. studying technical theatre, being in an arts school, having a loving boyfriend, about to get my driver's license, i hope. life has not been better. however, it seems like it has hit some kind of lull, i dont get to dance very much, more like at all, because i just never have the time. and when i do have the time, i'm either too tired or broke. it's horrible. but once the driving is out of the way, i really pray i pass, things will lighten up, i hope. in the meantime, to take the lull away, i've decided to take part in competitions and try new things, possibly waitressing and actualy singing and learning the guitar. here's to taking the lull away, "cheers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm sitting in the control room and staring at the ligthting board wait to hear LX Q5-GO! and follow out my undying duty to press the GO button of the board. exciting huh?! ok, not really, but the teching was exciting, installing wall plugs from scratch, exhilarating. i hear the stand by. be back soon. much love xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5773183293705195563-346408431543083937?l=allison-menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/feeds/346408431543083937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/346408431543083937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5773183293705195563/posts/default/346408431543083937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allison-menon.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>allison (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03025776943537151409</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>
