<?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-505364395122464025</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:21:08.232-07:00</updated><category term='blogskins'/><category term='weird'/><category term='smart'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='The Dark Side'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='computer'/><title type='text'>It's me! Nivani!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-4003611627900360697</id><published>2009-12-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:19:48.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byee</title><content type='html'>I've moved. I got sick of this blog and the whole template and stuff is probably screwed up so I got a new one and the HTML and stuff there is simpler. and more Friends related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theonewithalltheblogging.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really long, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-4003611627900360697?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4003611627900360697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/12/byee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4003611627900360697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4003611627900360697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/12/byee.html' title='Byee'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-5844913521117431091</id><published>2009-10-16T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:12:51.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Side'/><title type='text'>Adding on to The Dark Side</title><content type='html'>Remember how I wrote a synopsis of my book "The Dark Side" ?&lt;br /&gt;There was a character called Daniel Myers...(The Second Protagonist) I didn't mention his age. Actually, his age is the most important thing. Daniel's 31, or is it 30? Somewhere in his thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...the lesser known man version of a cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm trying to avoid the actual name, which is Sugar Daddy. WTF invented that?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-5844913521117431091?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5844913521117431091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/adding-on-to-dark-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/5844913521117431091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/5844913521117431091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/adding-on-to-dark-side.html' title='Adding on to The Dark Side'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-4100891367343678305</id><published>2009-10-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:09:14.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali...Only Year I'm Excited</title><content type='html'>Today's the 16th...the 17th is coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The 17th is Deepavali. All Indians celebrate that. :)&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Little India tonight to do some last minute shopping and I can't wait. I mean, I don't really like Little India, but I swear, I love going out for the sake of going out. Today I left school at half-day. Haha, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Saranya's probably coming tomorrow too. Hallelujah!!! I mean, if Sam and Beatrice are going Malaysia (Beatrice is going horse riding with her Australia-migrated cousin) then I should probably get a backup...which was Saranya.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dream about Friends now. I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: I'm not like you guys...you guys have jobs, you guys have dreams...me? I don't have a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross: Ah, the lesser known "I Don't Have A Dream" Speech.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's kinda it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-4100891367343678305?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4100891367343678305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavalionly-year-im-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4100891367343678305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4100891367343678305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavalionly-year-im-excited.html' title='Deepavali...Only Year I&apos;m Excited'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-7143366908914539753</id><published>2009-10-10T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:57:41.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like HTMLs Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm getting pretty sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I kinda regret changing my HTML to a Friends blogskin. You can pick out all the mistakes here and there. I gotta go shower. I'm gonna melt to death if I keep this up. I've been using since 10:00am...with a &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt; break....It's 8:00pm. I have no life. That's all for now, folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-7143366908914539753?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7143366908914539753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-like-htmls-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/7143366908914539753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/7143366908914539753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-like-htmls-anymore.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like HTMLs Anymore'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-2429074771690481897</id><published>2009-10-10T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:15:46.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like I Died, Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gosh, how do you people keep up with blogs???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm speechless. I have &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh oh, I got one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a new story for no reason at all. It's called The Dark Side. Here's what it's about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Delilah Winthers is that freaked out loner kid, because her mom divorced her dad, and got a geek astrologer called Steven Greene (Yeah, I got it from Rachel Greene in Friends) . And her dad is this criminal who died on the run from the police. Her mom's back alley wedding with Greene clashed with Delilah's Dad's death and Delilah freaked out, killing two squirrels. Her first ever murder. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;And then she couldn't live with Greene anymore so she stabebd him, faking the accident to be a garage accident. She then goes on the run but not before stopping at her best friend Byron's house. (Byron's a guy) Byron doesn't want her to go, admitting that he loves her (although he has two girlfriends every 4 days). Delilah kisses him but still leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;While stealing from Evergreen Mansion (the mansion of NY's richest man) she meets Daniel Myers, another thief. They both become friends and as they both partner up in killing, stealing and robbing...their friendship accelerates to something else, and will it last as they juggle crime?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, wait till I finish until I'll let you guys read till the end. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, adios for now. I'll be back after I update my blogskin. I'm trying to get a Friends one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-2429074771690481897?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2429074771690481897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-i-died-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2429074771690481897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2429074771690481897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-i-died-huh.html' title='It&apos;s Like I Died, Huh?'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-7243819021769303057</id><published>2009-08-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:20:00.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay next episode which is The One With All The Resolutions. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One With All The Resolutions - &lt;br /&gt;As the New Year(2000) approaches, all the friends make New Year's resolutions. Phoebe's resolution is to pilot an airplane:&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: My resolution is to pilot a full airplane!&lt;br /&gt;Ross: Oh, good. Now all you need is a plane load of people whose resolution is to plummet to their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;And Phoebe has no resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Ross' resolution is to be happy(doing something new) in 1999 because he's been divorced twice. Uh. He dates a girl names Elizabeth Hornswaggle(her last name is from some show called The Fraggles)and wears hot leather pants to the date. Too hot. When he's in the bathroom trying to cool himself down, he finds that his pants contracted and can't come back up again. He resorts to calling Joey for help.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler's resolution is to not be funny for a whole week and he gets us$50 from Ross. Of course, being the sarcastic man he is, it doesn't keep up:&lt;br /&gt;Chandler:Alright, I give up! Ross, the cowboys from Texas just called, and they want their pants back! And, Ross? Why are you datign a character from The Fraggles?!&lt;br /&gt;Joey's resolution is to learn to play the guitar. It doesn't turn out too good when Phoebe, who taught herself to play the guitar, offers to teach Joey. She doesn't know the actual way to play it, so:&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Joey, you're questioning my methods.&lt;br /&gt;Joey:I'm not questioning it, Phoebe, I'm saying it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's resolution is to gossip less, but when she finds out that Chandler and Monica are dating, she struggles to keep it to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Monica's resolution is to take more pictures and she takes them at weird times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Ones - &lt;br /&gt;Erica, the mother of the child a married Monica and Chandler has adopted, goes into labor 3 weeks early. &lt;br /&gt;Erica: So she and I went to this nice place and - oooh- anyway, they had these great cheeseburgers.&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Are you alright, Erica?&lt;br /&gt;erica: Yeah, it's just these tummyaches that come and go every two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler:Relax!We'll just get her some aspirin!&lt;br /&gt;Monica: She's in labour!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's 3. I'll get the rest of the storyy soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-7243819021769303057?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7243819021769303057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-next-episode-which-is-one-with-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/7243819021769303057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/7243819021769303057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-next-episode-which-is-one-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-2393826369909809749</id><published>2009-08-21T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:13:47.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something happened. Stupid computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a proposition (if that's how you spell it. We don't talk about Day 2 or Day 3 of the camp - I'm still doing the movie Day 2 though - but instead, we talk about Friends. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I got bored one day and I got my top 6 Friends episodes:&lt;br /&gt;1)The One With The Rumor&lt;br /&gt;2)The One With The Flashback&lt;br /&gt;3)The One With All The Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;4)The Last One (Part 1 and 2)&lt;br /&gt;5)The One After Joey And Rachel Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know what each episode except The One With The Rumor is about. I shall explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One With The Flashback-&lt;br /&gt;Chandler's then girlfriend, Janice (who has a high-pitched voice), asks everyone if they have ever gotten close to doing it with someone else.We then go into a flashback three years before, hence the title. &lt;br /&gt;Ross is happy that Carol, his wife, has made friends with that girl Susan from the gym, but he can't help wondering if Carol's a lesbian. At the end of the episode, Phoebe comforts him and they almost do it. &lt;br /&gt;Monica's high school best friend, Rachel, bumps into them in the bar(before it became Central Perk). Rachel is then excited about marrying Barry, but it afraid that she'll become a wife who can't date. So she tells her friends that she'll do it with the first guy she meets. Chandler overhears that and become the first guy Rachel sees. But she isn't too interested. At the end of the episode, she fantasizes making out with him.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler is choosing a new roommate, the guy who is a model photographer or that Italian guy who's dumbheaded(Joey). Of course, he picks the photographer, who's Eric. Monica thinks that Italian guy looks real nice so she tries to coax Chandler into getting Joey. Chandler refuses. Their neighbour, Mr Heckles, an old man, somehow ends up making Eric leave and thus Chandler needs Joey as his roommate. Monica sees Joey and asks if he wants a cup of lemonade. Joey misintrepets and thinks Monica wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all just one episode. Next post will be next episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love Friends* *I (Heart) Friends*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-2393826369909809749?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2393826369909809749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2393826369909809749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2393826369909809749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-6615848612215314287</id><published>2009-08-11T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:55:50.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo, what up.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's been a while since my last post. Cuz' I think it has.&lt;br /&gt;Well, part of my reason is three days of torture (and fun) sucked me into life without internet and technology. How did I live...?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for the P5 Camp. In our school it's called Camp I Can. Huh. And now I'll go through the usual steps in blogging : word by word, sentence by sentence, blah by blah.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;Hi! In the rest of this post, I will dutifully describe my three days in the P5 Camp I Can:&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;We spent half the day in school. First we started off by being divided into two groups for each class, the odd numbered and even numbered. I was in the even number 5E group, aka Group 9.&lt;br /&gt;Our trainer was called Elaine. Elaine Cheong. And the other group's trainer was called Jia Hao. Well, anyway, the 17 groups in the school were divided into three sections, A B and C. I was in B. Then, we had to think of a group name starting with B. It had to be exciting. I thought of Barney. (Yes, I was the one of thought of Barney...) And we ended up with these choices: Blue, Barney, Bomb and Bond. Bond, as in "Bond, James Bond.". We chose that. Then, we had to make a flag. Time sped pretty quickly after that...We went straight to lunch: Mee goreng, two potato wedges and a piece of chicken...It wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. After lunch we left for our venue, Labrador MOE Adventure Centre. It was middle-class. We went and put our bags in the dormitory. My dorm partner was Yu Jun...and her christian name was Trisha. That's what I'll call her by. She was - no offence - damn freakin' irritating! Which brings us to point no 2 which comes before point no 3. We did abseiling. J.I.C. you don't know, abseiling is like...you have a safety rope attached to you and you have to slowly bring yourself down a wall. put your hand parallel to the wall and put the two fingers from your other hand on the palm. that's how we were standing...parallel to the ground. I did it once...some of our friends did the Flying Fox. Remember in Rush Hour 2, in China, Chan and Tucker were trying to escape and there was a string of lanterns going down like a slope and they held on the string and slid down. That's the flying fox. At night we were getting ready for the campfire &lt;em&gt;preparations. &lt;/em&gt;Back to Trisha. I was like, getting really homesick at night and tears kept coming bit by bit down my face. And I was really quiet. Trisha kept on going, " Ni-va-ni...&lt;em&gt;Nivani" &lt;/em&gt;Oh god she was real annoying. We showered then we had dinner, which I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;And then we slept, I think I slept well.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 will be tomorrow or like Saturday or something.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Day 2 is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;*Hey, that sounds like a good name for a movie. Now I just need a plot.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-6615848612215314287?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/6615848612215314287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-what-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/6615848612215314287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/6615848612215314287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-what-up.html' title=''/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-241847855323890758</id><published>2009-08-02T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:51:03.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just tried to upload a post and the whole computer got jammed. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I just wrote a song in the fastest time ever. 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Best quote of the day :&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha ha...And I thought &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; jokes were bad!" The Joker, Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;My brother made me do that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched MTV for a short while...And that made me gather my top 5 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1) Trainwreck - Demi Lovato - Don't Forget&lt;br /&gt;2) It's Alright, It's Ok - Ashley Tisdale - Guilty Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;     Don't Forget - Demi Lovato - Don't Forget&lt;br /&gt;3) You Belong With Me -Taylor Swift - Fearless&lt;br /&gt;4) New In Town - Little Boots - ?&lt;br /&gt;5) Funhouse - Pink - Funhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, if number 2 is a tie, I'm supposed to skip number 3...But I couldn't choose! I fell sick on Thursday because I had a slight flu the day before and also ran 1.6km...So I skipped school on Thursday and Friday. I'm SUPPOSED to be doing my school homwork (Damn people for inventing Maths!) but instead I'm writing this post. So I'm gonna end the post now by shouting at myself for forgetting a great tune I had in mind which lyrics went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop, don't roll,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out, ( uh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop, don't roll,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop, don't roll,&lt;br /&gt;How do I say I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out...(uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you....Crap, stop nagging, mom! I"ll do my homework alright? I'm thinking about skipping school tomorrow anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivani....but call me Alice. Bella's fine, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-241847855323890758?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/241847855323890758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-tried-to-upload-post-and-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/241847855323890758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/241847855323890758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-tried-to-upload-post-and-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-325490544305434345</id><published>2009-07-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:26:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight. Twilight. Twilight. Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;And a bit too crazy about it I am.&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably think, "Oh, what the heck, everyone's crazy about Twilight, aren't they? What's the big deal?" You are WRONG.I don't just like Twilight. I love it. And I wanna become a vampire too. And you'll think again,"That's a moo point." Like Joey said, in Friends, instead of a moot point.  He said it's called a moo point because it doesn't matter, it's a cow's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. You remember how Bella jumped off a cliff in New Moon and Esme jumped off a cliff? In school, I keep jumping off the first step off the staircase and once I've done that,  I say, " That's it, I'm a goner. I'm in hell." And my best friend, Beatrice, also wants to become a vampire so we race eachother and the person who wins is crowned The Next Edward. Or we just call the winner Edward. Sometimes I jump as far as I can, and I shout to Beatrice, "I'm A VAMPIRE!" I know. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, someone's coming. Bye....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-325490544305434345?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/325490544305434345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/325490544305434345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/325490544305434345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-2782844038944698464</id><published>2009-07-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:43:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long live the King Of Pop</title><content type='html'>Hey it's me again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found out about two weeks ago about the really serious thing. The ...death...of MJ. Really saddening. I watched the memorial and seeing little Paris Michael melt down like that gave me tears in my eyes. We're all gonna miss him. Bad, Billie Jean and Heal The World were my favourite songs. Blame It On The Boogie and ABC were my favourites from the Jackson 5. I decided to write a song about how although MJ's gone, he's still there in our hearts. I call it He will be He:&lt;br /&gt;There was great man but he's out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Michael was an entertainer and oh, did he strive...&lt;br /&gt;Starting from a group which we call Jackson Five!&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the man he was, c'mon, let us deprive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the first verse, and I had no idea about how Five ryhmed with Life and Strive until I sang the song. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New paragraph for new story. Friends, the best show in the whole wide world. Inappropriate for my age, but still, who the hell cares?! I love Friends. And I have a new favourite episode. It's called The One With The Rumour. It's when Monica and Chandler invite everyone for Thanksgiving and Monica also ivites a long time friend, Will. Will was really overweight in high school and Rachel, who was popular in high school, always treated him badly. Thus, he HATES Rach's gut. Or guts, doesn't matter. Anyway, Monica says she isn't serving turkey and Joey protests. Monica give's him the reasons.  6 of them won't eat turkey, so all that's left is Joey to eat the turkey, which is why Monica isn't serving turkey. Joey says that he can eat a whole turkey, and so, Monica cooks a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;During the Thanksgiving dinner, Rachel doesn't remember Will, and keeps wondering why Will is giving angry looks. Later, Joey leaves to wear a more, uh, flexible pants, for him to eat the otehr half of the turkey. Will had actually formed a I-hate-Rachel-Green club in High School and Will and ROSS were in the club. REachel gets angry upon hearing that and lashes out at Ross. And turns out, Ross had spread a rumour about Rachel having both the male and female reproductive organs. Rachel gets angry. Angrier. And Monica says that Rachel had spread a rumour about Ross making out with the 50-year-old librarian. Whoa. Instead of saying, "That's a lie!" Ross says, "How did you know that?" which makes everyone find out about how the rumour was actually true. I don't really remember much of the rest of the story...Except that at the end Joey returns wearing Rachel's stretchable maternity pants and Rachel says he can keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa I like blogging now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-2782844038944698464?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2782844038944698464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-live-king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2782844038944698464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/2782844038944698464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-live-king-of-pop.html' title='Long live the King Of Pop'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-1013692264428750749</id><published>2009-07-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:09:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a blogger.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that if you told me to become a big blogger, I'd jump off a cliff like in New Moon, or bungee(how d'ya spell it?) jump off a bridge like in Yes Man. Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in a while, so sue me. Sorry, just cranky. I like Twilight now. My dad bought the 4-book set for $78 at Borders and my brother downloaded the movie for me. I like the movie...and some person by the initials EC in the movie and RP in reality. Saranya's gonna rub it in my face, I'm like a rubber band. Someone says I should do it, I do it. She likes RP and after watching Twilight too. I didn't wanna follow the fad like everyone else, but I couldn't hold back. Reminds me of the time when I despised the Jonas Brothers, but after listening to Burning Up on The Ellen Degeneres Show, I told my sister and brother that I like them and they said the same thing: "We lost her." Don't worry I hate them now, or do I? Nope, still don't like them. Now I like Demi Lovato. She rocks. Also, thanks to Ellen, I like Demi Lovato's Don't Forget, Trainwreck and...let me think....Can't think of anything. I wrote a new song called The Day We Met, about post-breakup where she thinks about how she liked him on the day they met. Here's a bit of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I've always wanted to figure out your reason,&lt;br /&gt;Number One, it could've been that it wasn't your season&lt;br /&gt;Number Two, it could've been that we didn't have the friction..&lt;br /&gt;But I let it go, knowin our love story was just fiction...! (Oh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you like it. And our class got a class blog too. It's practically dead, except for the chat box where this guy called Billy Bob is saying that this show most of the pupils like ( One Piece) sucks. I know who Billy Bob is. H1N1 has 1055 cases in Singapore now! I hope they cancel school. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-1013692264428750749?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1013692264428750749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/1013692264428750749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/1013692264428750749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m not a blogger.'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-1987330731236505862</id><published>2009-05-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:39:30.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushingly, Nivani</title><content type='html'>Hey just wanna say that I changed everything in my blog so it's pretty new. Just gotta lot of things to fill up and just wanna take my time. I can't rush cuz' my brother wants to use. That's all, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-1987330731236505862?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1987330731236505862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/05/rushingly-nivani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/1987330731236505862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/1987330731236505862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/05/rushingly-nivani.html' title='Rushingly, Nivani'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-3744825363183902653</id><published>2009-03-27T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:38:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all like music, so do I!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Wanna tell y'all about my love for music. And my band. Its got Priya &lt;i-love-listening-to-music.blogspot.com&gt;and moi. It's called....Girls Beyond. We've written a LOT of songs. The latest one is written by me called: I thought I was Perfect - about these girls who are like high-up models when they make fools of themselves. That's when they notice that they're not that perfect and start being NORMAL. One verse is: When people look at me, they scrunch up their face/Instead of acting like a snob, I do something else/I choose to do the right thing, not look up high/I smile and give a huge friendly wave, that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-3744825363183902653?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/3744825363183902653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-all-like-music-so-do-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/3744825363183902653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/3744825363183902653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-all-like-music-so-do-i.html' title='We all like music, so do I!'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-4008670197289905080</id><published>2009-03-22T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:36:59.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Hey! First blog and loads of problems!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;This blog goes out to my tech- smart BFF, Priya. You know at the side of the blogskin there's all those poems and stuff. Well, since you have the same blogskin, you managed to change it to other stuff. Well, I need your help changing mine! Please help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/505364395122464025-4008670197289905080?l=nivanivalencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4008670197289905080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-firt-blog-and-loads-of-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4008670197289905080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/505364395122464025/posts/default/4008670197289905080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nivanivalencia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-firt-blog-and-loads-of-problems.html' title='Hey! First blog and loads of problems!'/><author><name>N.I.V.A.N.I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187351592975164979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEeTXlHhAFc/SxdQwPiPblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0sYKF7SSsgk/S220/friendsblacknwhite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505364395122464025.post-8148765908117521338</id><published>2009-03-22T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:18:41.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! 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