<?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-8250777685524779302</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:14:26.409+08:00</updated><category term='the end.'/><category term='being a team is great.'/><category term='please.'/><category term='I can feel the stress already.'/><category term='I&apos;m getting worked out.'/><category term='pretty odd.'/><category term='make me alive.'/><category term='It&apos;s not over yet.'/><category term='are dumbs that dumb?'/><category term='It&apos;s not a pleasure.'/><category term='I&apos;m doing what i ought to do.'/><category term='clowns yeahh.'/><category term='tell me it&apos;s a joke.'/><category term='I love sudoku.'/><category term='i&apos;m random. don&apos;t you think so?'/><category term='I believe I can fly.'/><category term='i want those.'/><category term='i want to be a rockstar.'/><category term='i think i&apos;m dead.'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='I desperately need it.'/><category term='Money isn&apos;t everything.'/><category term='I&apos;m back baybehh.'/><category term='I ran out of ideas.'/><category term='I&apos;m not prepared.'/><category term='Let&apos;s all mug.'/><category term='set this bird free'/><category term='there goes school.'/><category term='It&apos;s for real and for good.'/><category term='Let&apos;s just be optimistic.'/><category term='I desperately want it.'/><category term='a challenge is what i like'/><category term='I&apos;m loving it mann.'/><category term='do I rock Alyah&apos;s world.'/><category term='Let&apos;s make this happen.'/><category term='An idiot he is.'/><category term='it&apos;s a start of the new beginning.'/><category term='I can be random at times.'/><title type='text'>i want to be a rockstar.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8290681787167420299</id><published>2008-11-15T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:10:06.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s a start of the new beginning.'/><title type='text'>An ending or a beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SR7mOqW7NhI/AAAAAAAAALk/G4o9i9OBPoM/s1600-h/Jump_for_Joy_by_7th_Heaven_Creative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SR7mOqW7NhI/AAAAAAAAALk/G4o9i9OBPoM/s320/Jump_for_Joy_by_7th_Heaven_Creative.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268901753633060370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh mann! O'levels is done. I  can do anything I want besides studying. Those ugly eye bags will vanish soon enough. Anyway, prom night was pretty awesome. Took quite a lot of pictures despite me not having a camera. Can't post them now as I have yet to get them. I didn't bring my camera because at first I thought it's a useless camera. Then when I thought I should bring it, I didn't remember. I'm not senile. I just have a selective memory. The bad memory of the night is that we got chased out because it's late. O.K, I've been thinking(I do think a lot) whether I should close my blog. I just can't be bothered to tell about the my day. In addition, looking for a good blogskin is tough indeed. Alright then, I'll end here. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8290681787167420299?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8290681787167420299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8290681787167420299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8290681787167420299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8290681787167420299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/11/ending-or-beginning.html' title='An ending or a beginning?'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SR7mOqW7NhI/AAAAAAAAALk/G4o9i9OBPoM/s72-c/Jump_for_Joy_by_7th_Heaven_Creative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-4429976932505076404</id><published>2008-08-29T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:04:37.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the end.'/><title type='text'>Starwars - Clone Wars</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 476 890 years since I update this cyber diary of mine. Many interesting and not so interesting events have gone by. Guess what? O' levels is less than 2 months away! Get it?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LESS THAN 2 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. OMG! As the seconds tick, I'm losing brain cells. I hope it does not get completely eliminated by O'levels. It has to reproduce. Okayy enough of academic talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starwars - Clone Wars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Starwars, I have to say that... IT ROCKS! 4/7 rocks even more though. After the movie, we went to the 5th floor if I'm not wrong to camwhore. If only the whole class were there. we did many poses. There was one which I took and was not successful. Forgive me for that girls. Anyways, to mug for prelims/O'levels, we must. Let's overcome that class we know. Haha. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okayy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-4429976932505076404?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4429976932505076404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4429976932505076404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4429976932505076404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4429976932505076404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/08/starwars-clone-wars.html' title='Starwars - Clone Wars'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-5057321744240045313</id><published>2008-07-05T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set this bird free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please.'/><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SG8IVq1eVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zRsWrxqN5WE/s1600-h/Fairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399661514544930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SG8IVq1eVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zRsWrxqN5WE/s320/Fairytale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I meant two weeks since I update my blog. Nothing much happened unless you want me to describe what I've studied. You may die of boredom if I were to do so. I wouldn't want to make my blog a murderer. Anyways, I'm beginning to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;go according to plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's going well. My handbook has been the most important thing to me. I never realised how important it is until I didn't bring it to school one day. Cool ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I seriously have no idea on what to update about. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;life is a routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohh yes! I would really love my laptop back. I'm dying using my sister's laptop here. It sucks a lot! The annoying &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it makes are killing me. Nevertheless, it's better than using that old and isolated desktop. I've been studying on weekends even. Not at home though. However, it's still not possible for me to study in peace. Come on! My life seems to be behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mother Tongue Oral (O' level)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally thought of something to post. That is O' Level Mother Tongue oral. It wasn't difficult and I dare not say that it was easy. I shall say that it was merely fine. We were noisy while waiting. Of course I was as well since there were Shereen and Alyah. I didn't want to be nervous as it'll affect by performance. I misinterpreted the conversation question at first but went on the right track after the question was repeated. Best of all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my mum didn't know I had O' Level oral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And why? Because I refused to tell her. What's the point. She's not going to do anything. Oh ya she will. She will demoralise me. I had the written paper last May. My dad planned to visit Johor. My mum asked me to stay at home if I wish to. Some kind of support I get from my family. Thanks a lot. It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;does &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh wells. Looks like it's the end of the post for now. Till then, BYE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5057321744240045313?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5057321744240045313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5057321744240045313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5057321744240045313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5057321744240045313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/07/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SG8IVq1eVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zRsWrxqN5WE/s72-c/Fairytale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-3260942895598670638</id><published>2008-06-20T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe I can fly.'/><title type='text'>Soccer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFvBiz5R4lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PNDned6cN_g/s1600-h/Beach_Soccer_I_by_waiaung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213973797401649746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFvBiz5R4lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PNDned6cN_g/s320/Beach_Soccer_I_by_waiaung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the day reading a passage for a literature question. I didn't get a chance to do it as I was to be leaving for VivoCity that morning. We weren't shopping because as you know, we've already done so. My mum bought us a soccer ball though. It was a surprise really. She was looking at at bright red ball, considering whether it's worth buying. Sweet! I've pestered her to buy a new ball for don't know how long. Best of all, it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red Adidas ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My two cousins and two other siblings played soccer as soon as we reached home. Of course, we did change. We played three against two. I teamed up with my brother and won by a score of 5-3 before we changed the groupings. I wasn't bragging. I was just telling how my soccer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"talent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes once in a while. It does really comes and goes. I paired up with my sister the next "match". It didn't work out well as she wanted me to be the keeper. Sadly, I don't make a good keeper or even anything near good. Furthermore, there was no connection between us. We scored no goal. A moment later, an uncle came. He approached a group of boys to have their normal match I suppose since I see them there almost everyday. Then I saw or rather heard one of the boys requesting to have a match against us(mostly kids). Unfortunately, my brother accepted the offer. Some of them came over our team though. I objected because I know I won't be the "star player" anymore. In fact, I can hardly get the ball. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Those boys were amazed what small kids are capable of doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt: Don't play with skillful people because they'll ruin your chance to be the "star player". hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3260942895598670638?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3260942895598670638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3260942895598670638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3260942895598670638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3260942895598670638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/06/soccer.html' title='Soccer.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFvBiz5R4lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PNDned6cN_g/s72-c/Beach_Soccer_I_by_waiaung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7265300618182418973</id><published>2008-06-19T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back baybehh.'/><title type='text'>Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFoUe6F43UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZLlqkzwV5PY/s1600-h/skate_by_Benny_Danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213502039857356098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFoUe6F43UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZLlqkzwV5PY/s320/skate_by_Benny_Danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;em&gt;Hurley is skate wear yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back from Los Angeles. I wondered how my classmates enjoyed physics 'camp'. Frankly speaking, I wasn't jumping for joy for having the opportunity to skip those lessons I missed. Ohh well I shall not make my life sound so deprived (though I already did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip wasn't really fun. It was merely going where my dad wanted to go. Don't remind me about the journey to and from Los Angeles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was a NIGHTMARE. I never like that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nevertheless, I should say that shopping was the best. I never realised shopping could be so fun until I do so in LA. They have stuffs which cannot be found here. That's the coolest part. I'd be entering every boards shops I come across. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bought whole lot of items with a budget of US$150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I exceeded though and have to pay the extra amount. Not much really. It's approximately S$40. I purchased a bag, a pair of uniquely designed Converse shoes, Hurley T-shirt, trading pins, Crossword game for DS(which got everyone who played it hypnotised) and some souvenirs. I wanted to buy a pair of flip flops, new hoodie and a belt but I'd be exceeding by a huge margin. And oh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boy do I love the brand Hurley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I doubt it's common or even known here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my family and I went Universal Studious Hollywood and Sea world. Yes, Universal Studious is still open despite the fire. They even showed the remains. We didn't go to the Disney theme parks as we thought it's worth buying something else since we've been there twice. Hence, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dad got us an Ipod classic to share.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wooh! It's cheaper there really. He was considering to buy Ipod Touch as well but he only gave us false hope. He also planned to get an Iphone for my sister (intended before we even got there). However, they no longer sell them as the second generation is coming this July when Iphone is just recently launched here in Singapore. Two days of theme parks and six days of shopping. Cool eyy. Ohh yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't forget to bring along my Math homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I managed to complete three sets of exam papers only as two of them includes paper 1 and paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I miss school despite the fact that I have to start mugging as the term starts. No, I didn't miss school for lessons but friends of course. Friends like the Jackson 4 or rather Jackass 4. Haha. Alright then, this is it. I'll try to look for photos if there's any. I keep souvenirs and not photos. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7265300618182418973?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7265300618182418973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7265300618182418973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7265300618182418973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7265300618182418973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/06/los-angeles.html' title='Los Angeles'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SFoUe6F43UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZLlqkzwV5PY/s72-c/skate_by_Benny_Danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-940614384519381400</id><published>2008-06-01T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do I rock Alyah&apos;s world.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Finding Nebo lalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SEKibZAi2BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KAXtSkTYpxk/s1600-h/fun_by_Jennif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SEKibZAi2BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KAXtSkTYpxk/s320/fun_by_Jennif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902710647052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have something to update about. I've been doing schoolwork and practically nothing hence, I had to post based on random thoughts. I shall share my or rather our experience on The Quest '08. It was by the Nebo club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First Thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke at 3.30 in the morning just to catch the first train which arrives at 0528. Alyah's dad picked us all up from each of our homes. Wait, who are 'us'? Basically, my team mates are Zhen Qiang, Yi Xuan, Kuan Yong and Alyah of course. It was too early and we needed transport to get to Downtown macs. Fortuntely, Alyah's dad is a kind soul. I think he's cool and I'd be waiting for the sky to drop if I wish my dad was like hers. Anyways, we as we reached downtown, we finally knew that such night life exists. Like what Alyah said in her blog, there were big groups of people roaming around the place at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They get so much freedom and as you know, it isn't good, kids. You'll get wild.&lt;/span&gt; On the way to the MRT station, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Xuan did go hyper&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe he's not used to being up as early as that. Perhaps is ever so hyper. Sadly, we missed the first train. Oh wells, there was the second train still. The train was quite empty at first but it picked up more passengers as it went from a station to the other. Alyah went on saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh my god, all these people going the Nebo challenge"&lt;/span&gt; at each station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Cathay Open Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Quite a number of groups were there already. We were 2 hours early and so, we spent the time playing ZQ's DS. More groups came as the passed. Finally it was the time to register. We got the passport booklet and our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange The Quest '08(trademark) T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;. After changing, we worked out a strategy. One of us said that we have got to have plan B. I added that Plan C was necessary as well and that is to panic. Each of us was busy calling friends for help. Except for me though as I had very little contacts. Alyah even asked her 10 year old brother who had to spell out the answers instead of pronouncing the. It's alright though, at least he could do a little favor. Never did I thought of calling my sister because 1. She wasn't up yet. 2. She rarely do me favors. Those who brought laptops were labelled as smart. But we brought mobile phones. I think that's even more intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; The Start of The adventure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before The Quest had officially begun, some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiots&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just couldn't wait. They were idiots as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;they got disqualified&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see, it's rare that you get a disqualified participant before the event starts. Right after the starting horn(it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a whistle&lt;/span&gt;, Alyah) was sounded, everyone literally rushed to the MRT station. They were all screaming like some kind of a mob lynch. We headed to the first checkpoint which was the Lim Bo Seng War Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lim Bo Seng War Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The first thing I saw what they call chopsticks monument I thought it was the Lim Bo Seng war Memorial. My bad that it wasn't. It was the War Memorial. Yi Xuan saw a marshall in disguise as he had earpieces on each ear and he stared at us. I started labelling the Bangla who had earpieces on as one of the mashalls. hah. Sorry, I get distracted easily. We headed to the checkpoint then. Everyone except me had to perform a weird activity to get a stamp as only 4 members were required. We got a question wrong for that station. It was a true or false question. It asked whether NTUC had a base of 150 000 members while the answer wrote 155 000. Hey, I think it's actually correct that it's true. I didn't want to argue because all of my team mates thought the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Singapore Botanical Gardens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The task was a killer.&lt;/span&gt; Getting to the place itself was a tough challenge. Adding to the misery, we had a group stalking us. They were primary school kids I suppose. We managed to lose them though. We walked from the main gate to the eco-garden. Mind you, it's from one end of the Botanic Gardens and to the other end.  What made things worst was the task to be fulfilled. We had to look for three specific plants and there were millions of them. What's more, they all look the same. Approximately an hour later, we completed the task and went on to the next checkpoint. Youth Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Youth Park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to pour as we were heading towards the third checkpoint. As I find myself out of the MRT station there were groups of skaters looking homeless. They simply couldn't skate in the rain. There was a group of them who kind of stared at me as I walked pass them but I looked away trying to avoid the connection. haha. XD There weren't any groups crowding around the stations and I was surprised. It was kind of to really. The task was to guess the total price of 5 particular items. We came up with approximately $8 at first but our final answer got up to $9. Unfortunately, $8 was a better guess. As we all headed back to the MRT station, the same people stared at me. I seriously don't know what they want. Perhaps to distract me from the game. Next stop, Simei. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The beginning of our 'territory'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Simei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply hilarious that the checkpoint was at the void deck and that was where we saw Mr Singh along with his wife. Being intelligent, we went to Fairprice to search for 5 household products. We went to the checkpoint and guess what the task was. It was to run to Fairprice to get the name of the 5 products. We didn't have to as we went earlier. We trashed the earlier groups mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tampines Mall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where we had to perform a 2 minutes cheer. Since 4/8 was the majority in the group, their class cheer was being used just that words had to be changed of course. I didn't mind at all really. We had to look for 3 passer-by to listen to our cheer. The place being extremely crowded, the task was easy. Despite our enthusiasm, we achieved a score of 80%. On second thoughts, it's better than less than 5. Finally, we headed to the last checkpoint, Pasir Ris Park. The place where we know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pasir Ris Park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being residents of Pasir Ris, we know the buses well. I mean where they go and all that. We took bus no. 359 and walked to the next checkpoint from the Elias Mall bus stop. It was a really long walk I should say. We tried asking iris for assistance but it didn't help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm glad Alyah knows iris well now&lt;/span&gt;. Not only that she knows it's not a person, she knows what it's for as well. The task given was to piggy-back each other. Everyone has to do at least one lap and we had 25 laps to do. As the lightest, the smallest and the shortest, my team mates all requested to piggy-back me. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I managed to piggy-bag ZQ&lt;/span&gt;! woohoo! It's an accomplishment. I didn't let the team down. Despite praising us as being determined and whatnot, the person in charge only minus off 5 minutes from the total time. Minus off more lahh correct? We then walked briskly to the finishing line, SMS-ing iris as we come across each bus stop. We then took a bus ride to the bus stop near my home to get on to bus 3 which was behind the bus we were in. Fortunately, I thought fast. Heyy, it's our 'territory' remember? Someone from a different group heard me saying that it's possible for bus no.3 to reach downtown. Alyah quickly, told them that we were heading Tampines. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They got fooled and we were happy&lt;/span&gt;. That's a good thing about Alyah. She thinks of necessary lies fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Finishing Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know that we have to assemble at the place near D'Marquee. We could have ran through the shortcut. There we waited for the results. We were unlucky that we didn't win any prizes. We didn't go home empty handed either. However, it was a fun experience. The best thing of all was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pleasure I had from my team mates as we didn't quarrel at all&lt;/span&gt;. We trusted each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The End&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyah, Yi Xuan and I walked to a the bus stop with lesser crowd and headed towards Central while Yi Xuan went straight home. Alyah bought bubble tea and as per normal, she sent me off at the usual bus stop. I, too, wanted to stay and talk more. However, I had to get myself cleaned and changed to get travel all the way to Bukit Batok. In addition, I couldn't resist not hopping onto the new bus service no. 53. I can act like a child at times. I had to suffer aching and stiffed muscles. This is the longest post I've ever written. I wonder if I can obtain high marks if I were to write this as my English essay. And that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-940614384519381400?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/940614384519381400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=940614384519381400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/940614384519381400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/940614384519381400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/06/finding-nebo-lalalalala.html' title='Finding Nebo lalalalala'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SEKibZAi2BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KAXtSkTYpxk/s72-c/fun_by_Jennif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8545668091214397110</id><published>2008-05-29T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ran out of ideas.'/><title type='text'>No way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SD6uGcMSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fLCeliHYjik/s1600-h/Panic_At_the_disco_by_Wyel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SD6uGcMSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fLCeliHYjik/s320/Panic_At_the_disco_by_Wyel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789644957034434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's them, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright. Alright. A quick update. Eh Alyah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;thank me&lt;/span&gt;. I have to put my homework on hold just to entertain you. Haha. I'm bored of going online nowadays. Come on people, I have a dream to catch. The net doesn't entertain me much anyway. Unlike someone who is amused playing online golf when I told her to play online badminton. Oh yes! I have the Pretty Odd album! Little did I know that it has been published early this year. Ohh wells, thanks to myself for prolonging. Namira asked me to listen to the song titled "Nine In The Afternoon" and I did so like months later. Yeahh. I can't do experiments because then, my human reaction time would make a big difference. Wait, it wouldn't be called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; reaction time in the first place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; I seriously refuse to go for a vacation&lt;/span&gt;. Who cares if we're going Los Angeles? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to go for physics damn it!&lt;/span&gt; I'll get left behind. Oh my god. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This sucks&lt;/span&gt;. It's 'O' Levels for goodness sake. Not a freaking test. I'd rather go during the December break. I can stay if I choose to while the rest of my family proceed. The problem is, if I don't go now, I may not be able to visit that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; place ever again despite the fact that I've been there twice. In addition, I can't bear seeing them go without me. I will be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; green with envy&lt;/span&gt;. And so, this marks the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, so long. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8545668091214397110?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8545668091214397110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8545668091214397110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8545668091214397110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8545668091214397110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-way.html' title='No way!'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SD6uGcMSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fLCeliHYjik/s72-c/Panic_At_the_disco_by_Wyel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-310710165439391480</id><published>2008-05-12T18:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:16.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty odd.'/><title type='text'>Nine In The Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCglSb447kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/41oVgVUrl7k/s1600-h/Panic_At_The_Disco_by_eX_Perience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCglSb447kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/41oVgVUrl7k/s320/Panic_At_The_Disco_by_eX_Perience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199446768453480002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with Algebraic questions are way better than doing number theory. I wonder if I can get at least a bronze medal. How I wish I can do myself proud. The competition is 15 days from now which is a day after Mother Tongue 'O' Level Paper. Alyah, Cheryl and Hui Bin went slacking like no one's business after Math Olympiad class. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Alyah and Hui Bin were high on drugs&lt;/span&gt;. Everything seems funny to them. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm in love with my blog song. It's so good to be heard. I feel like buying the whole album now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nine In The Afternoon &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(pretty odd)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the streets where we began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as lovers can, you know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now we're feeling so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the end of history as we know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the street where we began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as love, you could, you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Into a place, where thoughts can bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And we know that it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And we know that it should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And you know that you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause it's nine in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;just the way that we do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the street&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to our feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Losing the feeling of feeling unique&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Where we used to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it feels good to feel this way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the street, back to the place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the room where it all began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street, back to the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back to the room where it all began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just the way that we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-310710165439391480?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/310710165439391480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=310710165439391480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/310710165439391480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/310710165439391480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/05/nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Nine In The Afternoon'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCglSb447kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/41oVgVUrl7k/s72-c/Panic_At_The_Disco_by_eX_Perience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-6100828410640800035</id><published>2008-05-11T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:17.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a challenge is what i like'/><title type='text'>THE Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCa-0b447jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u3zdDurW9gc/s1600-h/Fairytale_by_The_Split.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199052627894660658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCa-0b447jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u3zdDurW9gc/s320/Fairytale_by_The_Split.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dying brain cells for sure. I didn't remember to bring my mobile phone yesterday. It doesn't make a difference anyway. I still have my MP4 though. I went to my phone straight after I entered the house which was around 11.30pm. I continued playing my sister's PSP till 1 in the morning when everyone else was sleeping soundly. Hey, I get to do that only once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Scream Ice-Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with my family to eat ice-cream at Swensen's on Sunday(which is today). Yeah mann. It's been long since I had ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Knock Knock!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Who's there"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I scream"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I scream who?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I scream ice-cream"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came from Hadi and Faris who had a sudden crave for ice-cream the other day. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy. I have Math Olympiad tomorrow. It was supposed to be a marking day for Crestians. Oh wells, &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; people have to come back school often. I have yet to complete the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brain-cracking sums&lt;/span&gt;. Till then, toodles. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6100828410640800035?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6100828410640800035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6100828410640800035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6100828410640800035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6100828410640800035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend.html' title='&lt;s&gt;THE&lt;/s&gt; Weekend.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCa-0b447jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u3zdDurW9gc/s72-c/Fairytale_by_The_Split.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8622588246336387243</id><published>2008-05-09T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:17.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s not over yet.'/><title type='text'>Mugging now, not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCVSfYWndTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fwsLHvnqbZI/s1600-h/Fairytale_by_evilslair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCVSfYWndTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fwsLHvnqbZI/s320/Fairytale_by_evilslair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198652043935839538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ROCK THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already! As what Mrs Low or rather her son says it. Mid-Year is over people. I'm not confident with the results though with an exception of mathematics papers. I'm not celebrating victory or something but I'm just relieved. I can finally I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHORT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;break from mugging. I absolutely hope that the nights of mugging are paid off. I'm not surprised to achieve unsatisfying marks though because I didn't start an early revision except for mathematics (again). Let's drop the idea of talking about school. The papers are all done and I can't change anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Total Eclipse of the DUCK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apart from examination fever, this week has been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ducky week as endless duck jokes were made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry Hui Bin. I just can't help it. Don't get emotional and kill yourself. Stone if you may because I understand, you lack brain cells. Let me prove it people. She said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'bread dain cells' instead of dead brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She's not the one only one that has got dead brain cells. Mine is partially dead. The remaining are enough to make more of duck jokes and even to say and spell 'dead brain cells'! Math Olympiad was so difficult that I can't do the easy ones. I thought so deep even though the answer is obvious. It's okay. I can practice and get used to the sums. Practice makes perfect you know. I'll regain my brain cells by Monday I hope. I have to get a medal and bring glory for Mrs Low (not Mr Ong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with updating for now. I shall go link people in my blog and visit Hui Bin's blog so see if there's anymore&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting pictorial sources&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8622588246336387243?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8622588246336387243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8622588246336387243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8622588246336387243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8622588246336387243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/05/mugging-now-not.html' title='Mugging now, not.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SCVSfYWndTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fwsLHvnqbZI/s72-c/Fairytale_by_evilslair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-2085835601470932800</id><published>2008-04-29T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:17.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s all mug.'/><title type='text'>Holiday, not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa3NPP5oTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrgOaERCHfI/s1600-h/cOlouRs_by_dementedme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa3NPP5oTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrgOaERCHfI/s320/cOlouRs_by_dementedme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540658277851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. Yeahh mann. I kind of love it. Alyah told me that 12 people from 4/8 are absent from school today. Everybody is doing last minute revision at home. If I was to go to school, there wouldn't be enough time for revision. Oh yes, I decided to update again because I feel like it.  Cheryl is not at school now I think. The reason is we planned last week already. I wonder how the Literature presentation go. I'm sorry mates. No, I'm not having fun now. I bet Mother Tongue was rather quiet because people who usually contribute to the noise didn't come as well. I'm one of them as you can see. So, it's a good thing I didn't come because I'd be talking to myself then. Even Alyah's at home. I mean we planned it all beforehand. The first thing I did when I woke this morning was to search for Source based formulas and memorizing them. 7 points here we come baybehh! It may seem difficult for me now but it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;possible.&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/8250777685524779302-2085835601470932800?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/2085835601470932800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=2085835601470932800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2085835601470932800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2085835601470932800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/holiday-not.html' title='Holiday, not.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa3NPP5oTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrgOaERCHfI/s72-c/cOlouRs_by_dementedme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-9204507027979434675</id><published>2008-04-27T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:17.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s just be optimistic.'/><title type='text'>'O' Levels is a killer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa1bvP5oSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IsYRWrc305I/s1600-h/Fairytale_by_RobHM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa1bvP5oSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IsYRWrc305I/s320/Fairytale_by_RobHM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194538708362699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the last update till Mid-year end. Get it? Or should I say till the 'O's. Oh my god! I'm not ready for mid-year. So much things to be revised and done. Mrs Low can't quit giving AE math practice papers. Like I'm only going to sit for A and E math papers. Despite many practices for both math, I'm still not confident of getting As. Mind you, I goal for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1s and only A1s.&lt;/span&gt; Ahh! I'm not even half way through memorising Biology even. I have yet to start on Social Studies, Chemistry and Physics. As for Chemistry and Physics, this year's topics may somewhat be easy but last year's topics are killers. Burning the midnight oil is the only way perhaps. I know it may only be Mid-year Examinations but it helps in boosting confidence you know. Also, you will only have to do minimum revision then. If you've gone far above your target that is. Come to think of it, I don't think I've managed my time well. Nevertheless, let's just hope this, what I call&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard work, will be paid off.&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/8250777685524779302-9204507027979434675?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/9204507027979434675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=9204507027979434675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/9204507027979434675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/9204507027979434675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-levels-is-killer.html' title='&apos;O&apos; Levels is a killer.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SBa1bvP5oSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IsYRWrc305I/s72-c/Fairytale_by_RobHM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-5667758093109117441</id><published>2008-04-16T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:18.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe I can fly.'/><title type='text'>Step Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#ff9900;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAXqp7p7juI/AAAAAAAAAGk/T5ofWhB6Ojs/s1600-h/Where__s_MY_Fairytale__by_withering_lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189812151723462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAXqp7p7juI/AAAAAAAAAGk/T5ofWhB6Ojs/s320/Where__s_MY_Fairytale__by_withering_lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAXpA7p7jtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gKGy3QwneTQ/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189810347837198034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAXpA7p7jtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gKGy3QwneTQ/s320/DSC00218.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stepping down from NCC can be a joy but at the same time, it's a sad thing. I still love to wear my uniform. Oh my god I can't believe that there's no way I can put on those smart uniforms I've got. I want to be a secondary 3 cadet once more. Secondary 3 is the best moment of my NCC life. I never would want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget. I love NCC more now which I don't know why. Oh wells, it's up to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current specialists now. May they succeed in managing the company. Hope that they don't be a slacker and too kind-hearted just like me. haha. kind-hearted as in not to scold the cadets much. I don't scold much because I simply don't command much. The pavilion is where I would go to let the time fly so slowly. Whatever it is, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love my Part B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh yes, the little military tank or what Hui Bin calls, Hot wheels, given by the ma'ams, is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's all for now. The End. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5667758093109117441?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5667758093109117441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5667758093109117441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5667758093109117441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5667758093109117441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/step-down.html' title='Step Down.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAXqp7p7juI/AAAAAAAAAGk/T5ofWhB6Ojs/s72-c/Where__s_MY_Fairytale__by_withering_lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-6497080173287013628</id><published>2008-04-13T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:18.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can feel the stress already.'/><title type='text'>Let's get physical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGkPbp7jqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TVqmTKLciUM/s1600-h/Fairytale_2__by_hannaelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188608830736141986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGkPbp7jqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TVqmTKLciUM/s320/Fairytale_2__by_hannaelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8am this morning to do some exercising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh my god lahh. I slept for only 7hrs 30 minutes last night and 4hrs 45minutes the previous night. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hate weekends at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you know. Why must I go out everyday. Hello? Mid year is approximately two weeks from now. I doubt my mum knows even though she signed the consent form. She never know anything that happens in school. No use for consent forms. She'll always forget and I hate to repeat myself. Ohh wells, I hate her having the mind set of weekends being family day. So what? Does that mean I have to stop studying on weekends? That does not make any sense. I have weekend homework. Staying alone at home in the day may sound cool but please not at night. Anyway, my family(minus my dad), and my cousins's family went to Pasir Ris Park to play soccer. I couldn't play well enough because I was hungry. I can't do a single thing with an empty stomach as you can see. We headed to Elias Mall for breakfast. Now, I'm here blogging and also considering whether I should go to Plaza Singapura with them which I shouldn't even be thinking about it as my mum doesn't allow me to go that far. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I still have homework awaiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The End. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6497080173287013628?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6497080173287013628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6497080173287013628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6497080173287013628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6497080173287013628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s get physical.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGkPbp7jqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TVqmTKLciUM/s72-c/Fairytale_2__by_hannaelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7161542949396122041</id><published>2008-04-13T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:18.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love sudoku.'/><title type='text'>Saturday: Speech day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGbSrp7joI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ckf9IMNKYUc/s1600-h/Fairytale_Gone_Bad__by_korny_pnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188598990966066818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGbSrp7joI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ckf9IMNKYUc/s320/Fairytale_Gone_Bad__by_korny_pnk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing special about this year's speech day. The parade wasn't a good one. It's unique I have to say but it sucks really. I'm so grateful not to be in the parade. I did road Marshall duty (and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not ushering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Even though I didn't do it on the road but it's still called Marshall duty. The good thing was there wasn't any rude parents who passed me. They passed the front gate though. In their cars that is. The weird part was that there were a couple who carried they're bicycles into the school. As a crestian, you should know that we have to climb a flight of stairs to get through the back gate. Mind you, they have big bicycles. Many parents wondered why I was standing in the hot sun when I could find a shade. The problem was I had to be in the sun so that parents don't lost they're way which is quite impossible as the school isn't big. I don't mind the sun really. I'm used to it already which explains why I'm not only tanned but dark. The finale was the best I have to say. Raudhah, Alyah and I headed to Century Square for breakfast. I didn't eat breakfast though. I headed to the ladies' to get myself changed to home clothes. Oh yes, I did travel to Century Square in Number 3 uniform. We got separated before I even changed because they were hungry. I went to Popular at Tampines Mall to get myself a sudoku book. However, it was nowhere to be seen as it is in the process of renovation. Due to the strong crave of playing Sudoku, I went back to Pasir Ris to look for the Sudoku book at White Sands' Popular. At last, I got it mann. I &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got engrossed playing Sudoku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the way to Boon Lay, the other end of the East West Line. I managed to solve a couple of puzzles. I got myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vanilla Milk Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after I've reached the station. Sadly, I walked the long way. Nyehhs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7161542949396122041?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7161542949396122041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7161542949396122041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7161542949396122041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7161542949396122041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-speech-day.html' title='Saturday: Speech day'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/SAGbSrp7joI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ckf9IMNKYUc/s72-c/Fairytale_Gone_Bad__by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-2910908769512728199</id><published>2008-04-11T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:18.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not prepared.'/><title type='text'>Those Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_-CRXXxMeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/COauY9gC90o/s1600-h/7f0179cf524a9e19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188008530597196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_-CRXXxMeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/COauY9gC90o/s320/7f0179cf524a9e19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee Hui Bee. She just couldn't stop pestering me to stop playing online sudoku and update my blog. Well, I have to agree that it's been long since I last update. But hey, relax lahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is a very busy one. Why? There's an upcoming event known as Speech Day held on Saturday, 12th April 2008. Fortunately for some of the secondary 4s, we were not required to be on the parade. I was really grateful indeed. You would understand if you know what's going on. Oh yes, I'm now an official member of Jackson 5. No more Jackson 4. I am so honoured you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Sad Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now a certified NYAA Silver dropout. The reason was because I couldn't finish my skills. Thanks to my mum who prolonged it. I want to take NYAA Gold! Let's just hope the JC that I can go to (if I can go JC that is) offers NYAA Silver. Well, I don't feel that I've wasted money because I really love going for OBS. If not for NYAA Silver, I wouldn't have got that much experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NAPFA Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I; more capable this year. Yeahh mann. I have people calling me inhumane and sick due to the number of sit-ups I can do per minute. However, I think it's my capability. Haha. Pardon if i sound arrogant. I mean it's my favourite part of NAPFA test. In fact, I do it everyday. So, no big deal. I not only want to be fit but I want visible abs and muscles as well. I like to do things that typical girls can't. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that there are little homework this week. Perhaps due to speech day. Teachers do have mercy on students after all. I spent the afternoons waiting for Tan Hui Bin or should I say Lee Hui Bee. While I was waiting, I did homework along with Cheryl. Mid Year is less than a month from today and I'm not prepared at all. I aim to study during this weekend. The End. =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Are you satisfied now, Hui Bin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-2910908769512728199?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/2910908769512728199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=2910908769512728199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2910908769512728199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2910908769512728199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/04/those-days.html' title='Those Days.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_-CRXXxMeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/COauY9gC90o/s72-c/7f0179cf524a9e19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1824030181402739339</id><published>2008-03-31T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:18.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can be random at times.'/><title type='text'>Monday is not a Funday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_Dc350zQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/rAeB44OwTYY/s1600-h/Dreaming_Out_Loud_by_XSugarfreeX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183886024076641090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_Dc350zQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/rAeB44OwTYY/s320/Dreaming_Out_Loud_by_XSugarfreeX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the school library and am updating for no reason at all. I'm not suppose to even be online today because I'm suppose to do revision. Since I've got the opportunity to update, why not? Alright. School was boring today and the worst has yet to come. I have Sashimi's lesson later on and I can guarantee you that he will call upon my name just to get me to the front seat. One word, pathetic. As I was ranting, the day was a really dull one. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing bold, nothing exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And what did I do? I don't remember. Alyah is right behind my back and she seems to have a lot to speak on her blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I'm at home now and so, I can talk about what happened after lunch break. I was darn right people. He got me to the front seat. This time, Alyah came along. Yeahh mann. The bastard was being stupid &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; He did something behind my back. What made him a nincompoop was that he did it in front of Alyah's eyes. Intentionally that is. Ohh wells, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;an idiot is an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Till I update again on Friday or Saturday or Sunday or never. The End. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1824030181402739339?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1824030181402739339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1824030181402739339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1824030181402739339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1824030181402739339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-is-not-funday.html' title='Monday is not a Funday.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R_Dc350zQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/rAeB44OwTYY/s72-c/Dreaming_Out_Loud_by_XSugarfreeX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1825688087021554720</id><published>2008-03-30T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:19.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I desperately want it.'/><title type='text'>Oh crappy patty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R--iEp0zQzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hx-F8TQhtjc/s1600-h/Colours_For_You_Life__by_AnaKidd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183539896957223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R--iEp0zQzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hx-F8TQhtjc/s320/Colours_For_You_Life__by_AnaKidd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap! I have problem changing my blog skin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any kind soul in favour of helping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think there's something wrong with the codes. I desperately need help because I desperately want to use the oh-so-hot skin. Get that? Alright. I am not doing Social Studies homework these days. What's happening to me? I have no time to slack as you can see. Perhaps Sashimi's demoralising me as well as giving multiple amount of assignments each week. Out of four given, I've only done one an mind you, each assignments come with a few source based questions plus. One of them is a sample examination paper and hence, it comes with essay questions. Like it would make a difference if I do because his explanations won't help me the least bit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He S.U.C.K to the ultimate core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I would appreciate if he stop calling my name just to get me to the front seat. I have tried to pay attention. I couldn't understand what he was talking about, literally. He speaks alien language. I'm seating for 'O' Levels for goodness sake and not PSLE. You'd be wondering if Combined Humanities exists in primary school. Well, that is precisely my point. His teaching is like not having SS/history lessons at all. Mid-year includes History. Does he even revise through history with us? Of course not. That is why he sucks A LOT. Piece of shit I should say. Sashimi is boring laa deyy. So I shall not blog about him further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry to people like Umairah for not updating much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The reason was because I took a lot of time looking for the right blog skin. Tomorrow is yet another beginning for school. Oh no! We have to sing the school song. No, I'm not going to sing(as usual) because &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's nothing special, nothing so unique&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about the school.&lt;/span&gt; Wait. Why am I talking about the future? Last week was not a usual one as there isn't much homework. The nights were empty for there were little mathematics assignments. Even the days spent in school weren't exciting. Most of the teachers had to go for courses and most of Mrs Low's lessons were spent filing and tests. Yeahh mann. I love filing but not doing corrections though. The most appropriate lesson we had was Literature. Don't ask about Mother tongue. My teacher talks a lot even if he said he won't or couldn't. I'm not prepared for the coming week. I still have SS assignments on hold. I have Mid- Year and future major examinations to worry. I'm not ready. I need time. Ohh yeah, I love the crazy moments spent with my twin, Raudhah and grandmama, Alyah last Thursday. Too bad Umairah had to leave earlier. Till I update again on Friday or Saturday or Sunday or never. The End. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1825688087021554720?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1825688087021554720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1825688087021554720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1825688087021554720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1825688087021554720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-crappy-patty.html' title='Oh crappy patty.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R--iEp0zQzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hx-F8TQhtjc/s72-c/Colours_For_You_Life__by_AnaKidd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7048221962464545544</id><published>2008-03-21T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:19.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An idiot he is.'/><title type='text'>The days that had gone by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R-PAYp0zQyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPyjVHcWrAI/s1600-h/Happy_Pills_by_Keizie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180195526182912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R-PAYp0zQyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPyjVHcWrAI/s320/Happy_Pills_by_Keizie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Day(s) Before Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually failed my Social Studies common test. How dumb can I get? Piece of crap lahh. I didn't expect that kind of marks really. I was emotionally disturbed the moment I got my paper in my hands. I managed to control myself because if I don't, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bastard and bitch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in my class will make fun of me like they're so inhumanely perfect. They think that they're so good lahh you know especially the bastard who likes to wreck people's relationship. Due to the failure of passing, I was sent to the seat right at the front of the class. What the F.U.C.K was Sashimi thinking? It won't make a difference dumb ass. He actually thinks that I would pay more attention for real if I'm at the front of the class. In my opinion. I think he wants me to have more friends during his lesson because I get to talk to Arjunan and they all when I sit there. I get to see their stupid but entertaining acts. In addition, I have Social Studies remedial. Was he out of his mind? Like it would make a difference. I doubt I will attend. I'd be wasting my precious time if I do because I won't pay attention. I think I can do better by having Alyah teaching me a little. My problem is that I didn't state and elaborate the other factors. That is all. Do I have to learn information not included in the book because I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/span&gt; memorised the whole chapter and he commented "study more". What the hell was that for? To demoralise me? Inspiration counts in order to succeed even though it's only one percent. He can't even teach well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Get a life, Sashimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went out with Alyah, Hui Bin, Hao Shan, Meera , ZQ, Tat Cheong(who left earlier) and unexpectedly, Tricia to study. Even though it's a holiday, does not mean studyin stops right? Being with these people rocks you know. We planned to study at Terminal 3 but ended up studying at Terminal 2's Burger King. After eating at the food court, we decided to continue studying at a place where there's a power point. Not being able to do so, we headed to Downtown East to continue our revision. On the way, everyone except for Alyah and I, decided to go to Leon's house to play mahjong. As you can see, they're the mahjong freaks. We alighted at the same bus stop though. Hence, Alyah and I continued our journey by boarding bus service number 17. Since we felt a little lonely, Alyah called Raudhah. Unfortunately, Alyah has to be home by six. Raudhah and I loitered around White Sands to kill time. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still have a million homework left. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; 4/8 rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(mind you people I'm a 4/7-er).=D&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/8250777685524779302-7048221962464545544?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7048221962464545544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7048221962464545544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7048221962464545544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7048221962464545544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-that-had-gone-by.html' title='The days that had gone by.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R-PAYp0zQyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPyjVHcWrAI/s72-c/Happy_Pills_by_Keizie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-2324940574093554135</id><published>2008-03-10T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:19.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s not a pleasure.'/><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R9SblUQRnyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2nZ0GLtd6cc/s1600-h/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175932937149980450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R9SblUQRnyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2nZ0GLtd6cc/s320/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NCC CAMP 2008 suck to the ultimate core. It's a torture camp for prisoners. OMG larhh. Hui Bin and I were separated on many different occasions. We could not even eat together when we were supposed to eat dinner outside. We were supposed to meet Alyah. What the hell lahh &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Alyah you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I ended up eating dinner with the Part Bs and a few other secondary 3 and 4 seniors at KFC. The problem is not that I have to eat with them. It's because I can't be with Alyah and Hui Bin. I was longing for that time to come okayy. The night hunt was as if we walked in a graveyard. Even though my group hunted with another group, we were extremely silent. The first day was even worst. I had to train the Part Bs. Haryani didn't even come. She's lazy to go to her soccer competition because her great-grandfather in Johor passed away. Well, that wasn't her precise reason. She told three different people three different reasons and so BM combined it all up. As I was saying, with Siska assisting me, I trained the Part Bs. However so, Hui Bin ended up assisting me instead because I dragged her in. The best part of the day was the forty minutes conference with Alyah. We walked around the other end of the classroom block (near the water cooler). We talked about random stuffs. We even send messages to people saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hi I am at camp and I am bored. This is brought to you free by Singtel. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was Hui Bin's idea. haha. I slept for only three hours the first night. Cool eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sandcastle Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we were suppose to do some outdoor activity. It rained and we watched a movie, with no logical sense, instead. When it was dry enough, we headed to Pasir Ris park to build sandcastles. It's one of the events that I had to be without Hui Bin. As we reached the park, rain started pouring. Not a heavy one though. Hui Bin and I tried to look for Alyah but there was not to be a sign of her. Alyah actually gave a message to Hui bin telling that she's cycling in the park. Hui Bin only read the message when we reached school. Nicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE best part of camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to be in for Speech day training. Fortunately, I was taken out because the positions are final and that I didn't come for a few practices. I am going to be doing road marshal duty. Yeahh mann. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No way will I do the Irish dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sadly, Hui Bin has to do it. What THE hell. The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-2324940574093554135?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/2324940574093554135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=2324940574093554135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2324940574093554135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2324940574093554135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R9SblUQRnyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2nZ0GLtd6cc/s72-c/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-258645754738481947</id><published>2008-02-29T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:19.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe I can fly.'/><title type='text'>The leap years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R8gfB1ZoyTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MTKSbXfmsUI/s1600-h/fly_by_loveintheplaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172418288409954610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R8gfB1ZoyTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MTKSbXfmsUI/s320/fly_by_loveintheplaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the day Nadrah turns four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mentally that is. Her birthday falls on the 29th of February and I think it's cool. It only happens once in every four years and this year is the leap year. So basically, Nadrah had celebrated her birthday on the actual day itself four times including today. That is why she is four years old. Get it? After CCA, Syafikah, Raudhah , Nadrah and I went to Central. We met the Loyang Secondary peeps there. I met two of my primary school friend by accident. Haha. Z(h)afir mistook me as Syazwani. Well that's my sister's name (with H instead of Y) and a girl who was her primary six classmate whom I know because she's in PRCS. Roem was there to and it seems that he didn't recognise me maybe because I grew taller =D. Syafikah, Raudhah and I birthday bashed by wetting her. It looks like she has been wet by the rain which was due to Ali's singing but no, it didn't rain at all. Pheww. And then, the sky is green. Tomorrow I have so many plans. Fortunately, my mum cancelled the visit to my cousin's house. Woohoo. I have class cheer, guitar class, CIP and some event. I'm going to bring my guitar along to school tomorrow. Haha. I wouldn't want to use the school's guitars which are old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Common test results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck real bad in English. I think I'm going to get an F9 for my CA1.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to secure my place in Victoria JC like this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How do I do well in English? Anyone has any idea? For chemistry, I could have scored A1. I lost FIVE marks due to careless mistakes. This blunders are going to end sooner or later mann. One grade makes a BIG difference. Elementary Mathematics paper was easy I have to say. With that, I achieved a high score. Not the highest in the level though. I did Social Studies common test this afternoon. I could answer the first part of the question with little difficulty. I couldn't manage to finish the paper. Ohh god. I want to ace Combine Humanities. Last common test for the term or rather the year, will be Amath common test which will be held next Wednesday. THE END. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think one day I'll have to tell her that she's a bitch stright into her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-258645754738481947?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/258645754738481947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=258645754738481947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/258645754738481947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/258645754738481947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-years.html' title='The leap years.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R8gfB1ZoyTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MTKSbXfmsUI/s72-c/fly_by_loveintheplaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1863411205633708811</id><published>2008-02-17T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:20.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos after THE jog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gFnw4DHxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WHR3edy52k4/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167886753100668690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gFnw4DHxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WHR3edy52k4/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Raudhah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gD4w4DHwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wU1Xn8gNf6Q/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167884846135189250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gD4w4DHwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wU1Xn8gNf6Q/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE twins. Being innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gDQw4DHvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bAFIMMMltdc/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167884158940421874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gDQw4DHvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bAFIMMMltdc/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; There's a kid in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7f_sA4DHuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OVUb1VU_Lpo/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167880229045346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7f_sA4DHuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OVUb1VU_Lpo/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; While I blend in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1863411205633708811?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1863411205633708811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1863411205633708811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1863411205633708811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1863411205633708811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/02/photos-after-jog.html' title='Photos after THE jog.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gFnw4DHxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WHR3edy52k4/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7734350638265800782</id><published>2008-02-17T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:20.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m getting worked out.'/><title type='text'>The capable womann.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gNlQ4DHzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fGtQ3_n_4sA/s1600-h/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167895506244017970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gNlQ4DHzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fGtQ3_n_4sA/s320/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO world. I'm not going to update from A-Z. Get it? It's not necessary. Well, the weekdays have been and will always be very long since I'm a secondary for student. I don't complain much unless the extra lessons eat into my guitar class which is every Saturday. Hey, I need it for NYAA Silver. This is the first week is the beginning for Math Saturday class as well as jogging with Alyah and Raudhah. Umairah and Nadrah didn't come along because they simply couldn't. Poeple, help me. Extra Math lessons on Saturday starts at 7.30 am and ends 2 hours later. I have guitar class at 10am and I can't change the time as I was too late to do so. I can't even think about changing it to weekdays. OMG! I can't be going to class without my own guitar (I meant my sister's guitar) and use the school's guitar everytime. No way that'll happen. If it takes me to bring the guitar to Math class, well I think it's the only solution. Don't you think so? Never mind, I'll ask Mrs Low about it. Now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll have to wake up at 6 in the moring everyday including weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is. Waking up early in the morning is healthy you know. The run/walk/brisk walking/jogging+talking/laughing this morning was a good one. I really hope my mum permits me to go with them every Sundays. I'm going to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fit and muscular capable woman soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7734350638265800782?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7734350638265800782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7734350638265800782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7734350638265800782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7734350638265800782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/02/capable-womann.html' title='The capable womann.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R7gNlQ4DHzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fGtQ3_n_4sA/s72-c/I_m_tired_by_Tigru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7616747288001478928</id><published>2008-02-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:21.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are dumbs that dumb?'/><title type='text'>No School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vky0bUsMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nubXSUWGCDE/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164472959428243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vky0bUsMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nubXSUWGCDE/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;      I'm discovering the freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkqEbUsLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fql8x_JlzJg/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164472809104388274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkqEbUsLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fql8x_JlzJg/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The D.V, Desperate Victorians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkVkbUsKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yMuxchdMcZc/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164472456917069986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkVkbUsKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yMuxchdMcZc/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;May I rock your socks off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkNEbUsJI/AAAAAAAAADs/HVMzEExSZK4/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164472310888181906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vkNEbUsJI/AAAAAAAAADs/HVMzEExSZK4/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There's a kid in Alyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyy, Hello! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pasir Ris Crest Secondary School students or rather Crestians need not go to school on wednesday, the eve of Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Alyah and I went to Tampines Regional Library for none other than CIP. We met at 9am when the library only opens at 10pm. We literally walked on the perimeter of the library while we waited for time to past. We only saw old people or rather adults because people like us had to go to school. As the majority of people have finished school, Alyah and I were laughing at them. They have school while we didn't! Get it? Haha. A bit childish really. It's kind of fun to have that privilege though. I mean the privilege of not going to school and not laughing at people. Wait, actually both. Well, our first assignment was by Kak Siti, our most preferred staff there, as she would give us tasks which does not at all include handling the books on the shelves. We spent the first 45 minutes searching for maps for the right books. Then, we had no choice but to go out there to shelf books and whatnot. When we were left with an hour of CIP, we decided to venture around the third floor. We took pictures and all. Alyah even wanted to enter the theatrette through the opened back door but I objected because I was afraid. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry Alyah, I wish I was as brave as you are. Wait, I'd rather be as smart as you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed for Bukit Batok, my cousin's house, while Alyah went to catch a movie. I was so busy reading while listening to my Mp4 that I didn't know where I was when Alyah asked. That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Je commence à penser qu'elle suce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7616747288001478928?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7616747288001478928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7616747288001478928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7616747288001478928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7616747288001478928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-eve.html' title='No School.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6vky0bUsMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nubXSUWGCDE/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-5137216485878348087</id><published>2008-02-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:21.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe I can fly.'/><title type='text'>Doom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6M1HkbUsII/AAAAAAAAADk/xTJvp7AT1i0/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162028002050355330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6M1HkbUsII/AAAAAAAAADk/xTJvp7AT1i0/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6M0_kbUsHI/AAAAAAAAADc/UeQYPQj5HSM/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027864611401842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6M0_kbUsHI/AAAAAAAAADc/UeQYPQj5HSM/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm being hardworking you know.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many things have happened this week. Well not that much though. Everyday, I work on a daily routine basis. I didn't actually plan it out in my schedule. It just happens somehow. Today is Friday, 1st of February. I was supposed to be on the study table learning at least something. Since I was unbearably tired, I have decided to have a rest from my night studies (as I do most of my homework at night) and go online today instead of tomorrow. I made a vow to myself to work hard and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; give myself a chance to slack. I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperately want 6 points for my L1R5, 7 the most, and secure my place in Victoria Junior College.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alyah and I planned this out. I actually wanted to continue my studies in Temasek JC, however so, the person whom I hated most shared the same goal. Eventually, Alyah told me that she wanted to go VJC. I realised that it isn't so bad and without any peer pressure from Alyah, I decided to aim for VJC instead not for any hot guys(as the way Alyah thinks) but to study.  I have a dream to catch. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperate Victorians (D.V) we are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to you (whoever thinks the message is meant for him/her):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Je ne sais pas pourquoi vous me détestez mais j'espère c'est un malentendu. Même si c'est le plus bête, je ne soigne pas. C'est mieux que quelque chose sérieux. Je veux ceci s'achever. Détester et éviter isnt la meilleure solution. En fait ce n'est pas une solution à tout. Bien je l'ai fait beaucoup fois parce que cela est mes émotions. Personne n'est parfait. Cela m'inclut, évidemment. Je ne veux pas mettre Andrea dans le dilemme. Il ne serait pas bon à elle, n'est-ce pas ? Je suis comme parler de Feench maintenant grâce à Alyah, mon cher copain de D.V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks ah Alyah. For making me express in French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5137216485878348087?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5137216485878348087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5137216485878348087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5137216485878348087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5137216485878348087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/02/doom.html' title='Doom.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R6M1HkbUsII/AAAAAAAAADk/xTJvp7AT1i0/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-6473234662871346188</id><published>2008-01-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:21.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s make this happen.'/><title type='text'>I'm Inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5s4lUbUsGI/AAAAAAAAADU/jB-J4X93pNU/s1600-h/the_story_of_flight_by_curlytops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159780011872661602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5s4lUbUsGI/AAAAAAAAADU/jB-J4X93pNU/s320/the_story_of_flight_by_curlytops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I' m not really going to update like I did for the recent posts. This is simply because I'm lazy and there's nothing much to share. Get it? It's a rhetorical question, you answer it neither in your mind nor aloud. Let me start with NCC on Tuesday, 220108. I was glad I came because we (Ain, Amirah, Zarifah, Swee Min, Hui Bin, Suhailah and I) played street soccer. Eyy, girls can play soccer too OK. I'm done about NCC. Moving on to ''O" Level results. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW, our school (sec 4e) did extremely well this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The pressure is on us(the current sec 4e) since we have to be better than them. 100% passes are what being achieved for almost all of the subjects. The top scorers earned 7 points for their L1R5 minus CCA points of course and Umar is one of the two. Seriously, I'm impressed. I'm inspired by him, as well as the others who did well, to be the next top scorer or at least have my name on the screen when the reults are released in 2009. Since the "O" level results are being released, I kept dreaming of myself being one of the top. Well, dreams do come true. I'm going to make it happen people. If it doesn't, at least I tried. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK Alyah, Victoria JC here we come! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6473234662871346188?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6473234662871346188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6473234662871346188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6473234662871346188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6473234662871346188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-inspired.html' title='I&apos;m Inspired.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5s4lUbUsGI/AAAAAAAAADU/jB-J4X93pNU/s72-c/the_story_of_flight_by_curlytops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-3129700563109239800</id><published>2008-01-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:21.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe I can fly.'/><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5NQLMT74CI/AAAAAAAAADM/agTDBrotawc/s1600-h/You_Are_Here__by_IMustBeDead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157554151482974242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5NQLMT74CI/AAAAAAAAADM/agTDBrotawc/s320/You_Are_Here__by_IMustBeDead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am here to do my weekly update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The week has been a more interesting one. PRCS have level camps on this week. The secondary ones, twos and threes have their usual camps. You know, sleeping over and outdoor activities that kind of stuff. Secondary fours and fives have different type of camp. We didn't do outdoor activities. I don't know what the secondary fives did in the dance studio , probably dancing. You never know. All I know is the secondary four students had to attend some sort of a motivational/etiquette talk whereby lunch at Swensen's is involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MONDAY 140108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What actually happened on Monday? OH ya. It was the first day of level camp. Fortunately for Andrea, Liyana and I, 4/7 were with 4/8. Alyah was with us! Oh well, we were labelled as the best two classes by the instructors. First talk was from Mdm Hani. Compared from the other instructors, she's one of the boring ones. She talked something which I can't really recall. However, talking about remebering things was part of it. We had to remember words. When you manage to recall them back, you get Mentos and I got them. Mind you, I got two. I actually shared with people who don't deserve it (notAlyah, Andrea or Liyana). They fought for it and didn't say thank you until being reminded. I mean it's basic manners. After break was a talk at AVA room whereby i can't remember the name of the speaker. He talked about how to know yourself better by knowing your own personality. He showed pictures of the seniors attending the same course while they were secondary fours and Alyah was happy. We four headed to Pasir Ris library after lunch at KFC to do CIP for three hours. Andrea was frustrated to see Liyana and Alyah complete their shelving in double time. Andrea anI were at on our first trolley whilst they were on their third trolley. Thanks to Andrea for being too meticulous. It's good in a way but not for that period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUESDAY 150108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before 4/5, 4/6, 4/7. and 4/8 headed for Swensen's at Suntec City, we had a talk on eating etiquette by a lady whom I can't recall the name. She was absolutely hilarious you know. What made her funny was her expressions when explaining . Alyah thinks she behaves like Raven and I think so too. After recess, we left for Swensen's and had lunch plus exercising the proper eating etiquette. Someone desperately wanted to change his place because he hates Andrea when I actually think that he hates me. That big loser, shall not name who, got his seat changed in the end. As usual I was last to finish my meal out of the six people which are Andrea, Liyana, Faris, Yong Xing, Arjunan and I. Accompanied Liyana and Andrea to do their CIP. I hanged around in the library while waiting for them since I've got nothing to do. I didn't do CIP because I don't want Alyah to do her remaining 1hr of CIP alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Alyah, remember me whenever you want to complete that last hour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WEDNESDAY 160108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last day of camp. 4/7 and 4/8 were separated for the first half of the day, sadly. The first talk was about careers. Yong Xing and Arjunan wanted to be a serial killer and serial rapist respectively. Nothing much to say about this because it's simply boring. Next talk was done by Mr. Aziz. He has good sense of humour although he's weird. After break was a talk about interviewing skills by that Raven-like teacher. Still can't recall her name. 4/7 and 4/8 were combined this time. Last part of the day was spent in the AVA room doing a personality test and more talk about the D.I.S.C personalities. I'm a D. I was a C though. Since it was the last day, he was kind enough to give out chocolates and other junk food like Pringles which isn't halal hence my eyes wasn't on that prize. The Ferrero Roche, mind you I have difficulty spelling that one, was tempting me. Fortunately for me, that was mine. I was one of the few people who won the lucky draw. I wanted to share with Andrea but there were only three. I can't possibly give my share because I simply can't resist it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sorry Andrea but I will still cry for you after you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THURSDAY and FRIDAY 170108/180108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH no, back to normal lessons. There were quite a number of absentees on Thursday for students as well as teachers. Sadly (or maybe fortunately) for me, all of my subject teachers came. My mind wasn't at the study mode neither was it at camp mode. My mind went blank and all I want to do was to sleep, especially during lessons like AE mathematics, Literature and perhaps Physics. Finally Friday came. I could blog and do whatever I want/have to do online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I hate you too. (to some sucky arsehole who could bounce online)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SATURDAY and SUNDAY 190108/200108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I left for guitar class as early as 9.30am then headed to Pasir Ris MRT to meet my family to leave for Jurong where my cousin's house is. I had to bring my guitar along and I find it heavy. Slept over reluctantly because my mum was tired to go home at that late hour. Oh wells, now I am stuck with Amath (Further trigonometric ). I wonder if I can get an A1 when I actually don't understand much about that topic. Nevertheless, no harm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3129700563109239800?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3129700563109239800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3129700563109239800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3129700563109239800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3129700563109239800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R5NQLMT74CI/AAAAAAAAADM/agTDBrotawc/s72-c/You_Are_Here__by_IMustBeDead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1868523011925790608</id><published>2008-01-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:21.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m doing what i ought to do.'/><title type='text'>A great accompishment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R4og48T74BI/AAAAAAAAADE/CSjIJ508MFs/s1600-h/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154968886113460242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R4og48T74BI/AAAAAAAAADE/CSjIJ508MFs/s320/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually glad I didn't update much because it means that I've managed to set my prorities right. I prove everyone that I can not go online for the whole week which i couldn't when I was in Secondary 3. I was forced to update by some people who is keen to know what's in my boring life. okayy. Let's put the enthusiasm-of pursuing-my-goals aside. Many things have been happening for the recent week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I can't recall what happened. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think we had the RBC Swensen's treat on this day. See, I'm beginning to forget things easily. And ohh yes, thanks Alyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4/7 went home a little late because we had and will always have physics remedial. I wasn't myself since I was called many times by Mr. Collin for literally doing nothing(not even paying attention). I was dead tired mann. We finished at around 5.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4/7 were supposed to go Nanyang Polytechnic with 4/8. However Mrs Low didn't want us to miss math lesson and so we had to go on the next day. We finished school at 4.50 because we had Biology. Went to get a new Sim card to replace the blocked one. Haven't get the chance to use my cell phone for 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day when we finally get to go to Nanyang Polytechnic. It wasn't a pleasant tour around the place. Frankly speaking, there's nothing to see and I've made my choice to get into a JC instead of a polytechnic. Before the journey starts, there's a boy from don't know what river school. I was climbing the staircase and he told me his full name(he has 3 names altogether. I was wondering whether it's inclusive of his father's name and maybe his granddad's name) then asked for my name. I was like sheesh then walked forward. These kind of people seemed to have lost their nerve systems since they're not embarrassed to do this kind of stuff. &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/8250777685524779302-1868523011925790608?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1868523011925790608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1868523011925790608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1868523011925790608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1868523011925790608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-accompishment.html' title='A great accompishment.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R4og48T74BI/AAAAAAAAADE/CSjIJ508MFs/s72-c/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-5857909752041212379</id><published>2008-01-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s for real and for good.'/><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R35KQsT74AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ekeqd34asKM/s1600-h/Where_Is_My_r_EVOL_ution__by_IMustBeDead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151636674391564290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R35KQsT74AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ekeqd34asKM/s320/Where_Is_My_r_EVOL_ution__by_IMustBeDead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that I didn't do well end of Secondary 3 and I have to start bucking up already. I have to start like now? I even planned a schedule and I must force myself to do what I've planned for myself. It's now or never people. I don't care if I have a life now because if I succeed, I definitely will have a good one. Trust me. Here is what I've planned. This are the stuffs to be done after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday: Do homework. Revise. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Do homework. Revise. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Do homework. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Revise&lt;/span&gt; . Read/online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Do homework. Revise. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Do homework. Revise. Read/online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: A do-nothing day. Read when bored. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday: Just do anything I have to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a rule I have set for myself and that is not to do homework on weekends. It's time i work my ass off for real and for good. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Paying attention in class is a must. Except for math lessons whereby some explanations aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;(she explains every single thing and it makes me bored).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5857909752041212379?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5857909752041212379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5857909752041212379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5857909752041212379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5857909752041212379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/iits-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R35KQsT74AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ekeqd34asKM/s72-c/Where_Is_My_r_EVOL_ution__by_IMustBeDead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1521428646013409553</id><published>2008-01-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can feel the stress already.'/><title type='text'>Yet another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3zp0MT73_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ikKozcmHv6I/s1600-h/_Lost_In_A_World_Of_Colours__by_Narikia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151249156672315378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3zp0MT73_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ikKozcmHv6I/s320/_Lost_In_A_World_Of_Colours__by_Narikia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3znCMT73-I/AAAAAAAAACs/ibaOn1QJhsU/s1600-h/Stressed_No_Longer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me talk about today. It is a full day of course unlike yesterday whereby there were administration matters to manage and also a Principal's address. It was Homeroom period instead of writing or reading. As usual, we did a little of mathematics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SSHG&lt;/span&gt; was the first lesson of the day. By the way, those letters stand for social studies/history or geography. Sadly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt; wasn't there to attend class as she need to orientate the Secondary one students. They are rather short actually. I mean I'm not saying I'm not. Well it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter. Let me go on. Hence, it was a little boring because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt; is the noisy one. However, I paid attention more than I have had last year. I mean I have to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;O'Levels&lt;/span&gt; is a crucial thing. It's a matter of life and not death. I was chosen as a SS/History representative for no reason. I can't be bothered to do all those stuff I've got to do. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suhaimi&lt;/span&gt; was the one who picked me. I've got better things to do such as doing nothing. Well, after a thought, I realised there isn't really much to be done as a representative anyways. Mr Collin thought us Physics and it was not to be a problem at all. As for Mother Tongue, we had a bad news. 4/7 has to combine with the Secondary 5 students. Trust me, the class is noisy with them around. I thought we'd be with the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NAs&lt;/span&gt;. I like it more that way. They know when to study and when to fool around. They combined with 4/6 and 4/8 instead. They didn't like it though. I think those 4NA are good people. When they're in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; class I meant. It's none of my business to know how they're doing outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; classes. Well, iIreally hope those 5NA students will shut themselves up when it's time to do serious work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1521428646013409553?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1521428646013409553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1521428646013409553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1521428646013409553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1521428646013409553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3zp0MT73_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ikKozcmHv6I/s72-c/_Lost_In_A_World_Of_Colours__by_Narikia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-4688827490640141021</id><published>2008-01-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there goes school.'/><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3uT3cT739I/AAAAAAAAACk/bxjqBDPuR-0/s1600-h/Bored_by_Soharis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150873179530190802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3uT3cT739I/AAAAAAAAACk/bxjqBDPuR-0/s320/Bored_by_Soharis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that I have not been updating much. Well I have to update because people like Nabilah is &lt;em&gt;sick and tired&lt;/em&gt; in looking at the sameold contents of my blog. Today is the first day of school in the year of 2008. The first few periods were supposed to be spent on administration matters. If you have a teacher like Mrs Low, time mustn't be wasted and so she let us do Emath worksheet while she groomed us. It's kind of easy and fun to do you know. The class of 4/7 had to learn a new topic for Amath. Before I move on, I'd like to say that us being called 4/7 instead of 3/7 is a little weird. I am so used to being called 3/7. Well, it doesn't matter. I'll get used to it soon. As Iwas saying, after we had learned the new topic, we were given homework. I wasn't surprised really. I had expected it. I know Mrs Low well enough i think. Homework on the first day of school is cool okayy. The class was given out the time table today as well and it looked like the periodic table except that there's an ion there, Ma+ which stands for math and Amath period. NCC training started at 3pm. Seriously, I was reluctant to go. In the end, i couldn't attend the open house on Saturday because I have something going on. That's all for now folks. I almost forgot, the the principal's address doesn't inspire me in any way. I have my own way of making myself successful and work towards my goals. The speech was a draggy and a dead boring one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-4688827490640141021?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4688827490640141021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4688827490640141021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4688827490640141021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4688827490640141021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R3uT3cT739I/AAAAAAAAACk/bxjqBDPuR-0/s72-c/Bored_by_Soharis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-4561420039567601152</id><published>2007-12-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:15:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The survey which took a million years for me to get it done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAME 20 PEOPLE IN UR MIND RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alyah&lt;br /&gt;2.Raudhah&lt;br /&gt;3.Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;4.Liyana&lt;br /&gt;5.Fateha&lt;br /&gt;6.Hui Bin&lt;br /&gt;7.Andrea&lt;br /&gt;8.Fifi Haneem&lt;br /&gt;9.Zulfadli(BNSS)&lt;br /&gt;10.Susan&lt;br /&gt;11.Umairah&lt;br /&gt;12. Shazni&lt;br /&gt;13. Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;14.Duane&lt;br /&gt;15.Shereen&lt;br /&gt;16.Md Hilmi&lt;br /&gt;17.Nadrah&lt;br /&gt;18.Razzan&lt;br /&gt;19.Safiah&lt;br /&gt;20.Shabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*HOW DO YOU MEET 14:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's my classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU EVER MET 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd say Hi! you again. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT WOULD BE YOUR REACTION IF 20 AND 9 DATED:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd be like WHAT?! then i'll be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DID YOU OR WILL YOU EVER LIKE 19:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well of course! she's my friend.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WOULD 18 AND 17 MAKE A GOOD COUPLE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why not? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DESCRIBE 1, 3, 6, 9, 12, 15 AND 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1:-the old lady who reads "Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;3:-she can be funny and sometimes weird&lt;br /&gt;6:-hilarious. she keeps me company during NCC together with Swee Min.&lt;br /&gt;9:-He's emo and he's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;12:-clowny. that's what he calls himself&lt;br /&gt;15:- my so not capable friend who is actually capable. haha&lt;br /&gt;8:- he'd wave excited when he sees his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DO YOU THINK 8 IS ATTRACTIVE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF 11 CONFESS THAT HE/SHE LIKE YOU:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd say "i like you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT LANGUAGE DO 5 SPEAK:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English, Malay and the Fateha language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*HOW OLD IS 16 THIS YEAR&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW 13:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since school closes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHO'S FAVOURITE 2 SINGERS/BAND/MUSICIAN&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonas Brothers? i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WOULD YOU EVER DATE 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she asks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*AND HOW ABOUT 6:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a wise thing to do. We'd be creating havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*IS 15 SINGLE/TAKEN:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's single. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT IS 1'S FULL NAME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuralyah Bte Razali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WOULD YOU EVER BE IN A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH 12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. We have the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT SCHOOL IS 3 IN:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAT WOULD YOUI DO IF 7 DIE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CRY.&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/8250777685524779302-4561420039567601152?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4561420039567601152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4561420039567601152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4561420039567601152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4561420039567601152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/survey-which-took-million-years-for-me.html' title='The survey which took a million years for me to get it done.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4492936951855045966</id><published>2007-12-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I desperately need it.'/><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2-2L8T738I/AAAAAAAAACc/SNoUdJ_jbOc/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147533215392325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2-2L8T738I/AAAAAAAAACc/SNoUdJ_jbOc/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyah, cutting with elegance.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(alyah has 3 pictures of me while I only have a picture of her. How sad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is another day of CIP. We did 7 hours of it(from the library opens till it closes). We wanted to do until 6pm. Due to the eve of Christmas, the library closes at 5pm. This time, time flies even faster. The reason is because we had to manage the store rather than managing the books out there. It was much more fun doing store work you know. We also had to fold a whole lot of pamphlets. Our break was at one and we actually took 1hr and so to eat our lunch at Century Square. We continued folding those pamphlets left undone. While we were doing our given assignment, we heard a Malay lady singing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;karaoke. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trust me people, she sounded unpleasant. It happened in the third floor though. Nevertheless, no one karaokes in a library. Hilarious, I should say. Alyah and I were laughing while we were in the elevator where we can laugh all we want. We signed out at 5pm, headed to White Sands than left for home. I managed to complete some of my work after that. &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/8250777685524779302-4492936951855045966?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4492936951855045966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4492936951855045966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4492936951855045966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4492936951855045966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2-2L8T738I/AAAAAAAAACc/SNoUdJ_jbOc/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8435178624491761004</id><published>2007-12-23T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to be a rockstar.'/><title type='text'>CIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R24orMT737I/AAAAAAAAACU/CF9Ih44Dixw/s1600-h/Tired_of_everything_by_BloodyMinxie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147096146635382706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R24orMT737I/AAAAAAAAACU/CF9Ih44Dixw/s320/Tired_of_everything_by_BloodyMinxie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did CIP the past two days, which is on December the 21st. I didn't update early because I was too tired to do so. I mean it's four hours of library duty. Who's not tired? Well, we planned 10 hours a day at first but Alyah thought that as a start, it's best if we do at a shorter duration. Our CIP was and will still be (till we complete another 21hrs) at Tampines Regional Library. We wanted to do at Pasir Ris library but the lady asked us to register online unlike the Tampines Regional Library. It's tedious that way you know. As I was saying, we were assigned to straighten books, arrange them in order of alphabets and also shelf them. That task kind of made me giddy as I had to look for the specific alphabets. As time went by, Alyah and I got tired and hungry. Hence, we slacked for a while. Hey, we're humans. Humans like us need more rest than work. We started from 2pm till 6pm. After all the library duty, we headed for white sands to get dinner for I'd be all alone at home whereby the computer is my only company. Alyah, again, was craving for fish balls since she came back from LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is yesterday, I was forced to wake up as early as 5 am to leave for Johor. I hate to go there you know. I've been there too often and so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm sick and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of it. I was in a bad mood for almost the entire day. My family and I watched &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a great movie I have to say. We shopped for clothes and all the essential stuffs. I reached home at around 11pm and that's all I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8435178624491761004?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8435178624491761004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8435178624491761004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8435178624491761004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8435178624491761004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/cip.html' title='CIP'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R24orMT737I/AAAAAAAAACU/CF9Ih44Dixw/s72-c/Tired_of_everything_by_BloodyMinxie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8748186217353724758</id><published>2007-12-17T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think i&apos;m dead.'/><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2Z8GMT736I/AAAAAAAAACM/4JhY1g_rsrY/s1600-h/HANDS___Dead_Hand_by_onewordphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144936070143270818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2Z8GMT736I/AAAAAAAAACM/4JhY1g_rsrY/s320/HANDS___Dead_Hand_by_onewordphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am left with around two weeks of holiday. My mind is always about homework. Although i hate to be reminded that I've got homework to do, i still have to get it done somehow. 2007 is coming to an end and 2008 is drawing near. That means hell for me because it's the year of my O'levels and teachers won't spare us. I myself have to work hard too you know. I have yet completed my CIP and also skill. Maybe I'm going to start on the skill next week. Just hope MR San won't scold me for the late entry. I already had a hard time to convince my mum you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8748186217353724758?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8748186217353724758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8748186217353724758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8748186217353724758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8748186217353724758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R2Z8GMT736I/AAAAAAAAACM/4JhY1g_rsrY/s72-c/HANDS___Dead_Hand_by_onewordphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-6138166075106081600</id><published>2007-12-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:23.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money isn&apos;t everything.'/><title type='text'>It's a dream come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R14SzbL--xI/AAAAAAAAACE/qChDeroU980/s1600-h/A_A_II_by_chandra7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142568499184335634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R14SzbL--xI/AAAAAAAAACE/qChDeroU980/s320/A_A_II_by_chandra7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was one of the days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been waiting for. Finally i will have my phone soon. I went to shop for my phone yesterday with the rest of my family (except for dad). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; wells, he doesn't want to come so be it. I don't care much anyways. I chose the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ericsson's&lt;/span&gt; w580i&lt;/span&gt;. It's shakeable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;huhhs&lt;/span&gt;. My mum told me that it's not time for me to get a line. So i had to use prepaid cards. However, that was not to be for without contract, the phone is darn expensive. So my mum decided to allow me to use student plan. My dad asked me to get the $10++ student plan but that's rubbish. It don't exist. Money minded old man. I don't think he even care about the family anymore. ohh there's only one thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;he cares&lt;/span&gt; about the family. That is the family's finance. Money is the cause of all problems here you know. I never love money that much like most people do. Money ruins my family. I mean when my dad's around. But when dad's not around, money's out of the idea and we're off having fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okayy&lt;/span&gt; let's drop the money talk. It sucks really. The plan price is around $25.65 per month and he calls that expensive. He said he's plan is much cheaper and i don't see it worth the money though. You go take a look at what his plan offers.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's quite stupid for people to take that plan, seriously. Unless they don't use the phone often. Well i don't care about that. All i want is the phone and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got what i want. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me, you can't take money along with you when you're dead and keep it next to you in your grave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To me, money isn't everything. It means nothing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not got the phone yet though. There wasn't any stock yesterday morning and i had to wait till evening when the phone comes. I didn't collect the phone straight away. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eman&lt;/span&gt; we were just there that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; and we're all tired after all the walking. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;geting&lt;/span&gt; it today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt; man. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Umairah&lt;/span&gt; first. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hey're like my close friends. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Atiqah&lt;/span&gt;? why not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; They asked me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; them first thing i get the phone. Actually only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt; did but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;okayy&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a good friend you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt; =P. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yaa&lt;/span&gt; Ally did to but she's in LA. Life has to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt;. (i don't want to pay the extra cost of sending messages overseas. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6138166075106081600?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6138166075106081600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6138166075106081600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6138166075106081600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6138166075106081600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-dream-come-true.html' title='It&apos;s a dream come true.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R14SzbL--xI/AAAAAAAAACE/qChDeroU980/s72-c/A_A_II_by_chandra7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1079763959405784281</id><published>2007-12-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:23.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to be a rockstar.'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R1jRIbW8TSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NWo-QVj3hZ4/s1600-h/the_drummer_pt_2_by_fxcreatography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141088917356563746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="334" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R1jRIbW8TSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NWo-QVj3hZ4/s320/the_drummer_pt_2_by_fxcreatography.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like finally I'm back from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was on holiday for 5 days only and that's enough. I mean it's Malaysia how long do you want me to be there? Unless it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Los Angeles or Australia&lt;/span&gt; where i can last for two weeks or so. Nothing much happened there. I objected on going for holiday at first but I've got no choice. It was not up to me to decide. I prefer staying at home and finishing up my homework and then revise what there is to revise. The best part was bowling on the 5th day of the trip. I had &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strike twice in a row&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. pro huh? ahaha. but i got zero twice consecutively before that. haha. i suppose it's luck. Don't you think so? Well Alyah's in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;. arggh. I'm jealous of her even though I've been there like twice. I forgot to tell her something. but it's okay she'll know what to do when she's there. I so love the atmosphere in the morning as well as at night. It's so cooling. alright i guess I'm done here. I'm going to finish up my homework as soon as i got the mood to do so. I mean who has the mood to do homework in the holidays. Now, i'm hoping if i can get drumming lessons as a skill for my NYAA silver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1079763959405784281?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1079763959405784281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1079763959405784281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1079763959405784281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1079763959405784281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R1jRIbW8TSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NWo-QVj3hZ4/s72-c/the_drummer_pt_2_by_fxcreatography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7622262012697424092</id><published>2007-11-29T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:23.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want those.'/><title type='text'>They are MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R05oG0kWgLI/AAAAAAAAABs/fALz2j1ETWA/s1600-h/Happy_Now__by_katherineisart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138158691275931826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R05oG0kWgLI/AAAAAAAAABs/fALz2j1ETWA/s320/Happy_Now__by_katherineisart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so unlike me to go shopping. As you can see, i hate shopping. I only shop when i have things to buyy. i don't shop for no reason. Yesterday, i went Queensway to shop for skinny jeans. I wanted to buy red and black but i got white instead of red. There was no size as for the red one. I'll be shopping for skinny jeans once more mann. Skinny jeans are cool. Later on, went to Audio House to get Mp4s. In the end, didn't get any because we will only be entitled to the 60% off when we guess the correct number. Sick mann those people why can't they just give us that discount. Ohh wells, i thought i can't buy the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;latest Samsung Mp4 with bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; (4gb) for just $99. But then, went on to Tampines Mall and saw that same Mp4. The 2GB price is $199. Yeahh mann my hari raya money is still enough to be spent on that. I can then give my Ipod to my 10 year old sister. Ok good. Today, maybe i'll be shopping for my phone. I want the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sony ericsson w580i&lt;/span&gt; mann. It's shakeable. =D. hehs. At last, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's going to be mine, mine, mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7622262012697424092?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7622262012697424092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7622262012697424092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7622262012697424092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7622262012697424092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-are-mine.html' title='They are MINE'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R05oG0kWgLI/AAAAAAAAABs/fALz2j1ETWA/s72-c/Happy_Now__by_katherineisart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1776271510936689268</id><published>2007-11-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:23.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me it&apos;s a joke.'/><title type='text'>Camp Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0qidkkWgKI/AAAAAAAAABk/MA-rA0TlduY/s1600-h/Did_You_Hear_the_One_About_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137096953885524130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="347" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0qidkkWgKI/AAAAAAAAABk/MA-rA0TlduY/s320/Did_You_Hear_the_One_About_by_gilad.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okayy. I'm here to update about NCC camp dated 171107-191107 which i didn't really talk much about on the previous post. Actually, i quite of didn't mention about it. Did I? I can't recall. So, here it goes. First day was training. What camp other than specialist courses have trainings? You tell me. Poor part A and B. They had to do a few tests. I can see from their faces that they have yet to enjoy the camp. I understood. There's nothing enjoyable about trainings unless they adore NCC so much. The night was not a good one for me. The seniors slept on the canteen benches. I guess you'll have to sacrifice as a senior just like a parent sacrifice for a child. There is something else which disturbed my night rest. I'm not going to tell you now as in here. The next morning, there was no training. sigh. The NCC girls and GG left for dragon boating. It was fun but of course kayaking back in OBS is more adventurous. You should have attend the camp fire night or what Hadi calls camp flame. It was raining and hence a proper camp fire is impossible. Guess what? Candles were used as a substitution. How nice. When i described the so called camp fire to Hadi, he claimed it to be clamp flame and not camp fire. Well, i strongly agree. It's THE joke mann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1776271510936689268?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1776271510936689268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1776271510936689268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1776271510936689268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1776271510936689268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/camp-flame.html' title='Camp Flame'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0qidkkWgKI/AAAAAAAAABk/MA-rA0TlduY/s72-c/Did_You_Hear_the_One_About_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-3274942310772904345</id><published>2007-11-23T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:23.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a team is great.'/><title type='text'>i'm capable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0a1CkkWgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/8sdaXvjY25U/s1600-h/Teamwork_by_ombraillum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135991480843141266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0a1CkkWgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/8sdaXvjY25U/s320/Teamwork_by_ombraillum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally i am back from camp!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. 7 days feels like 7 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. firstly, i had to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NCC &lt;/span&gt;camp dated 171107-191107. Since &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fell on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of November, i went earlier for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; camp. even though i was so damn tired and giddy, i had no choice but to keep on packing my stuff. At the beginning of the first day, I've always thought that i should get it done and over with. However, I've realised that i gained some new experience and also knowledge. I've also learnt to appreciate things well for there's no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MONDAY 191107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first day was nothing much. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PRCS &lt;/span&gt;student were separated into three groups named &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Gama&lt;/strong&gt;, Raffles and Raleigh&lt;/span&gt;. I was separated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt; and that was sad. boohoo. However, i was good without her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;. Life has to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt;. My group name was &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Gama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The surname of some ancient man whom i don't know. The morning was spent on handling administrative hours. It was very draggy. We did the first activity of the course which to fall backwards freely with support of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TUESDAY 201107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We learnt to kayak and also capsize on this day. Capsizing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt; just the sea water entering my mouth was too salty. I mean it's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEA&lt;/span&gt; water. After the kayaking lesson, we kayaked to campsite 1 which is 500m apart from where we were at first. The sense of exhaustion has yet to come and hence it was fun. The night was a little different from other nights because we actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt; in the hall where the climbing obstacles are. This is due to the storm and our tents were absolutely wet. There was a puddle of water in like every tent and perhaps you can take a swim in it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahs&lt;/span&gt;. Though that is nothing near possible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WEDNESDAY 211107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when i realised that kayaking isn't fun. We woke up around 5am to catch the high tide. Being &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Gama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we were late. However, the rest were late as well. The leaders thought we can't make it. I went against then and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that we have to make it. Frankly speaking, overnight in the muddy swamp is a complete nightmare which will happen when we kayak in the swamp when it's low tide. In the end, we were successful. We actually kayaked half of the perimeter of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The expedition is described as extremely tiring. At first, i was in the same boat with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shaun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aqil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was good with them. I was sent to rescue the incapable couple, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tricia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;THen&lt;/span&gt; i realised, why they were slow. Their paddling was as good as not paddling at all. No offence but it's the truth. It was like i was being sent there to die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. Simply said, i was the only one paddling. Later on, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;switched with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It did a little help until Tricia got weaker. Nothing gets worst when i got seasick. I really thought that it was the end of me. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; insisted on paddling on his own but no way i have got to help him no matter what. Then, I grabbed my arm muscles and it was hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. i meant it's still hard now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hahhaah&lt;/span&gt;. It was never my intention to brag. My kayak was the last one to reach. Sorry &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hanisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to keep you waiting for the slow and incapable (for that time) me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same day, we had to walk to the next campsite which is not that far from camp 1. That was when &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Shereen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my so not &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPABLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend (joking only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;), and i had to carry our bag which i think contained gold. It was where no proper toilet was available and so i didn't do any business. I was capable enough to control my sphincter muscle until i get to a proper restroom near "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kampong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THURSDAY 221107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The fourth day. The day when we actually walked the through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;. We had to carry those 100 kg bags. i know i was exaggerating but it was very heavy. That bag of ours which contained probably gold was carried by the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mighty Shaun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i didn't say the rest weren't)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I think if i carried that bag i would be flattened or even get shorter. We were motivated by the fact that we could go home the following day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. i miss my mama. The night was sort of a unforgettable one. We ate overcooked spaghetti. How nice. Nevertheless, we have to appreciate those who actually helped to cook. Like me... NOT. When the later part of the night came, we have people quarrelling about their mothers and fathers in a way that it becomes vulgar. How spastic they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY 231107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lastly, the best day of all, the last day. The day when we can get over to the other side of the sea and hug our mums. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;. Before that, we had to share and speak our last words to our group called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Gama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I've gained new experience and become more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAPABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We did our last activity for the course which was to jump forward and touch the bell ahead. Before that, we had to say put commitment(s) aloud. I was a little extra because i have more than one. My commitments are to be a swimmer, a drummer and a chemist. I believe i can achieve them all. Now, i don't really miss OBS that much but i miss the spirit of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Gama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whereby each and everyone of us is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAPABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in their own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3274942310772904345?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3274942310772904345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3274942310772904345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3274942310772904345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3274942310772904345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-capable.html' title='i&apos;m capable'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/R0a1CkkWgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/8sdaXvjY25U/s72-c/Teamwork_by_ombraillum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-3390979163725027611</id><published>2007-11-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are dumbs that dumb?'/><title type='text'>Mrs Quek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rz1nc0kWgII/AAAAAAAAABU/bfOybd_clY8/s1600-h/___DUMB____by_SilverMercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133372895117344898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rz1nc0kWgII/AAAAAAAAABU/bfOybd_clY8/s320/___DUMB____by_SilverMercury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the last day of foundation programme i should say that it was the best day of all mann. It was the day when the 3/7 students have their last physics lesson with Ms Lim. We had to greet her multiple times because we greeted her as her husband's surname. We greeted even louder as she greeted us again and again until she threatened us that we can't watch the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seven Wonders of The Industrial World"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we greeted her as Ms Lim. It was hilarious i shall say. We watched about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Bell Rock Lighthouse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During math, Mrs LOw asked us to list our orders for we are having McDonald's for lunch before we take the A math test which is absolutely difficult. I ordered a PLAIN cheesebrger like i've always when I'm with my family. What a shame some idiots from my class don't understand what it is and they claimed that there isn't such a thing. They said is it the one without cheese or the one withourt patty. It's a burger with patty and cheese but without sauce and all the vegetables dumb! How stupid of them to think that way. I've ordered that a thousand time people. Trust me, the McDonald workers know what it is. And so, i had to order the one without sauce but with pickles in it. What the hell, thanks people. It doesn't taste nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3390979163725027611?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3390979163725027611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3390979163725027611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3390979163725027611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3390979163725027611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/mrs-quek.html' title='Mrs Quek'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rz1nc0kWgII/AAAAAAAAABU/bfOybd_clY8/s72-c/___DUMB____by_SilverMercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-8955404017891457681</id><published>2007-11-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m loving it mann.'/><title type='text'>The Time We Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzsAFN4jWGI/AAAAAAAAABE/GMFY-BaJQg8/s1600-h/Fresh_Air_Makes_Us_Happy_by_rimedhitaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132696289945016418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzsAFN4jWGI/AAAAAAAAABE/GMFY-BaJQg8/s320/Fresh_Air_Makes_Us_Happy_by_rimedhitaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to start off on yesterday, archery. Finally I got the luck that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alyah&lt;/span&gt; took from me. I didn't receive that luck back until the second round of shooting. My first score was a 22 whilst the second score was a 55. That instructor of mine set a target of 50 for myself and i achieved that. It's has been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; that you know. That time he said I have to hit the red target in order to win the other team. And i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hit &lt;/span&gt;the red. That was when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alyah&lt;/span&gt; hasn't yet take my luck. I'm going to bring her down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So much for wishing me "luck" the last time. I'm getting partly of my luck back so beware &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alyah&lt;/span&gt;. When I reached home, I realised I got darker due to long hours under the sun. There's a different skin town between the part where i put on my socks and the part above it. It's so nice. It shows that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; an active person you know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a movie marathon. Watched a movie which is by right categorized under horror. Well trust me, it wasn't scary at all. Not one tiny part of it. It is named &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; The second movie seen was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rush Hour 3"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was humorous indeed. "He is &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;. I am &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;. " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; the heck, it's hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8955404017891457681?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8955404017891457681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8955404017891457681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8955404017891457681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8955404017891457681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-we-had.html' title='The Time We Had'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzsAFN4jWGI/AAAAAAAAABE/GMFY-BaJQg8/s72-c/Fresh_Air_Makes_Us_Happy_by_rimedhitaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-5558205346760603993</id><published>2007-11-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m random. don&apos;t you think so?'/><title type='text'>SBS transit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzK-svzMu1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nVdmU9gzGZ4/s1600-h/1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130372601483148114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzK-svzMu1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nVdmU9gzGZ4/s320/1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ally. a'tikah. xue jing. shazni. liyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's just us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;011107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just got this from alyah's blog. So, it's a bit late. &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/8250777685524779302-5558205346760603993?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5558205346760603993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5558205346760603993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5558205346760603993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5558205346760603993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/sbs-transit.html' title='SBS transit.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzK-svzMu1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nVdmU9gzGZ4/s72-c/1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-7427507346750858950</id><published>2007-11-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s just be optimistic.'/><title type='text'>Chemistry SPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzHKbtD9pCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ParMb1cmj1c/s1600-h/one_happy_geek__by_poop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130104027853202466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzHKbtD9pCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ParMb1cmj1c/s320/one_happy_geek__by_poop_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I screwed up for SPA again. I've just realised that i cannot read the question too many times or I'll misread it when i read the again and again. What is wrong with me? Well, i doubt that you know since i don't know myself either. Otherwise, Chemistry SPA is rather easy. I finished way before time just that i read the question again (a mistake made) which made me change the answer which the majority has. Like I've said, let's just look on the bright side and hope that there will be error carried forward marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just tell you this. Now, I manage to complete my work on the day when its given. Cool right? Like this, i wouldn't have to wait for the night before the due date and rush through my work. It's so stressful and tiring that wayy. I got to change my lifestyle. Lesser surfing of net. More of studying and getting prepared. Ohh by the way, chemistry lesson was fun! I learnt about redox reaction. So easy mann. If only that trainee teacher doesn't exist in PRCS. I would have done better perhaps because i understood everything that Mrs Ang teaches and no other chemistry teacher. I've done Malay holiday homework plus half of each of the Emathematics worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7427507346750858950?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7427507346750858950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7427507346750858950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7427507346750858950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7427507346750858950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/chemistry-spa.html' title='Chemistry SPA'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RzHKbtD9pCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ParMb1cmj1c/s72-c/one_happy_geek__by_poop_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-3961894957501553880</id><published>2007-11-05T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s just be optimistic.'/><title type='text'>Atrocious. Need i say more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129298038585402386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Ry7tY9D9pBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vjcNA_Z38ac/s320/Optimistic_attitude__by_justina_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Car washing! That was what I did yesterday morning. Finally i could see my dad's car shine. Yeahh Mann. Well, that was morning. My family and I went hari raya for the last day i think. Later that evening, we went to Whitesands to get myself pens and writing papers. Now, i can finish up my holiday homework quickly. That was the reason why i had to hand in a crushed composition. I thought of re-doing the composition. Then, i realised i had insufficient paper. Too late for me, that paper was crushed for good. Godd, i had no choice. Well that composition of mine was treated more like rubbish by Mr Shafie. Mann, I spent sleepless nights composing that story. Wait a minute, did I? Ohh wells, that doesn't matter anyways. All I know is that i won't hand up crushed paper, a.k.a rubbish, to let Cambridge examiners mark next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about yesterday or maybe the day before or even the day... OK i shall stop. About today. I didn't do my summary! I rushed through doing it before the lesson itself, which is after break, but it wasn't to be handed in at last. What does that suppose to mean? I did physics SPA later that afternoon. It was terribly and horribly done. I thought it was difficult. Some said that the graph were suppose to be having a negative gradient. Is it true? Besides, I've never heard of a negative angle. Do you? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3961894957501553880?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3961894957501553880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3961894957501553880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3961894957501553880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3961894957501553880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/atrocious-need-i-say-more.html' title='Atrocious. Need i say more?'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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/_PQjLVspsy2E/Ry7tY9D9pBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vjcNA_Z38ac/s72-c/Optimistic_attitude__by_justina_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-6231385726889965728</id><published>2007-11-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:24.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowns yeahh.'/><title type='text'>SPA assesments are around the corner mann.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rysm19D9pAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HK-gnAzht_M/s1600-h/A_clown_in_the_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128235309057549314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rysm19D9pAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HK-gnAzht_M/s320/A_clown_in_the_dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to do TWO SPA practices this morning. One for chemistry and the other for physics. Surprisingly, Mrs Low gave away her A/E math lesson for physics SPA practice. Don't you 3/7-ers feel like it is sort of weird and unusual? Well, i do. I prefer math lesson mann. Doing experiments makes me tired. At least for math lessons i can slack a little because she's probably going through homeworks. English lesson was also gave away for literature because we could not stop watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until it finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm was archery lesson. I went home for lunch before that. It was raining cats and dogs and the lesson was to be carried out. We did whatever we could do indoors first then when there was only a slight drizzle, we went out to try the real archery. The ground was muddy though and my shoes got wet. How nice. There was a time when ally and i laughed at the instructor's actions and got caught eventually. He claimed that we thought he was a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Yeahh mann i do think he is one. Then, Raudhah and Ally sent me to the bus stop where i took bus service no. 81. When i arrived home, i was hungry. I went to get instant noodles later that evening as my mum didn't cook for the day. Yeahh mann i am full right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6231385726889965728?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6231385726889965728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6231385726889965728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6231385726889965728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6231385726889965728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/11/spa-assesments-are-around-corner-mann.html' title='SPA assesments are around the corner mann.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/Rysm19D9pAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HK-gnAzht_M/s72-c/A_clown_in_the_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-5817125150302467787</id><published>2007-10-31T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:28.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make me alive.'/><title type='text'>i am what you say, bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128193020809552866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RysAYdD9o-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/f-uTo7CmjXM/s320/High_School_by_burntoast11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh the day was so dull and what Andrea hates to hear, boring. There isn't much to say about the lessons because you would hear the usual. What do you expect? Lessons are always as uninteresting as ever. Well, I'd honestly say that some do adds a little life in learning. Like i have said umpteen times, i HAVE to work my ass off. The schedule for this week is so tight you see. I had an archery lesson this afternoon and believe or not, it was theory. I assume you know how theories go. I am exhausted after the long hours of boredom. Now, i am stuck with none other than Mathematics and English homework. I have learning journey tomorrow. I look forward into it but when i start to think of homeworks which are due the following day, my spirit would fo down the drain. For now, i am left with Amath exercise 13.2, Emath ws on profits and stuff(real difficult indeed) and English composition. Well, those are just homeworks during given during the foundation programme and are supposed to be handed in during the programme itself. The holiday assignments are not yet to be touched even. I assure you that there is more to come. This goes especially to mathematics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5817125150302467787?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5817125150302467787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5817125150302467787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5817125150302467787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5817125150302467787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-drink-and-smoke.html' title='i am what you say, bored.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RysAYdD9o-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/f-uTo7CmjXM/s72-c/High_School_by_burntoast11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-1934073768224310011</id><published>2007-10-30T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:29.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to be a rockstar.'/><title type='text'>I want the front seat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RysCrND9o_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M5LGNWsieDM/s1600-h/Rockstar_by_nlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128195541955355634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RysCrND9o_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M5LGNWsieDM/s320/Rockstar_by_nlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was too tired to blog yesterday. Although we had to go to school that morning, we still went for "jalan raya". The trip was from 2.25-9.30pm (approximately) an we managed to visit 10 houses in total. Should have gone more but a number of people weren't available . When i got home, i didn't have the mood to think about homework even. Fortunately, it isn't due today but tomorrow instead. OK, the hari raya trip has got nothing much share here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the back of the classroom is unexpectedly worst than sitting directly in front of the whiteboard and next to the teacher. I had people like Duane and Jorges to share my crap stories with. They can also be my "loudspeaker" and share my jokes to the class. Yeahh Mann. It's so much&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable sitting with them. I miss the front seat now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1934073768224310011?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1934073768224310011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1934073768224310011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1934073768224310011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1934073768224310011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-too-tired-to-blog-yesterday.html' title='I want the front seat!!'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQjLVspsy2E/RysCrND9o_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M5LGNWsieDM/s72-c/Rockstar_by_nlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250777685524779302.post-9195118543785465741</id><published>2007-10-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:56:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want it back.</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been long since i blogged. okayy. Andrea asked me two questions. She asked "What is wrong with LRB?" and "is LRB finished?". There is something wrong with LRB my dear Andrea. But it is not fisnished yet because i'll make some people change that. You see Andrea, at times, there are things that we are not supposed to know. They are known as personal matters. Just to let you know, even ally and i are clueless about the conflict that liyana and raudhah were discussing. We understood that it is not meant for us to know. Well, you girls have to understand that. If i, your mole twin, can understand that, i believe you can too. Am i right? I wouldn't want LRB too be finished and left alone with RBC. Don't you think the more, the merrier? I really wish to have LRB back together like we used to be. Liyana and Raudhah only abondoned us for the time being and NEVER would i allow you girls to abandon us forever. For your information, LRB is drifting apart because of a misunderstanding and little cooperation. I think that is somewhat childish. I believe that we can learn to think about others by now. So please, let's get together back again and push aside that wanting-to-know-everything side of you. We miss you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shabrina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Andrea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-9195118543785465741?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/9195118543785465741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=9195118543785465741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/9195118543785465741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/9195118543785465741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-its-been-long-since-i-blogged.html' title='i want it back.'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-8288209612149172260</id><published>2007-10-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:25:13.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went for jalan raya today. There were shab, raudhah, liyana, andrea, anna and me. Even anna and andrea cam along you know. Anna wore raudha's kebaya. Very sweet. hehs. I was supposed to meet Liyana at 12.25 but i met her at around 12.40 instead. I was very late indeed. It was raining and we had to chase the bus. I was half wet. Good thing Liyana brought an umbrella a.ka tongkat ally. We met the rest at interchange and headed to Shab's house. We actually went to shab, izzah, umar, nadrah, naeem, siska and amirah nabilah's house. After that, liyana and i left. In the bus there was this random stupid guy lahh. Lucky i was with liyana. If i was alone i'm dead mann. That was the reason i don't like to walk home alone. I know you don't know what happened but who cares? haha. It was a tiring day man. Ohh ya during the jalan raya someone's shoe actually got stuck to something twice. Go figure it yourself lahh kays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8288209612149172260?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8288209612149172260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8288209612149172260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8288209612149172260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8288209612149172260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-went-for-jalan-raya-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4081357910685627834</id><published>2007-10-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:29:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy. I got promoted to sec 4 Express next year. Yayy! I passed my English. It's a sharp 50 though. I can read more books this "holiday" and get at least a B4 by 'O' Levels next year. I'm gonna work my ass off huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING AND RED BULL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so rock my days.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="305" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd126/shazni27/LRB.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LRB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;logo drawn by me with the help of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; rau&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who gave me the idea of hearts. (the computerised version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-4081357910685627834?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4081357910685627834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4081357910685627834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4081357910685627834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4081357910685627834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-5098533238144627080</id><published>2007-10-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:41:55.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think i'm random?</title><content type='html'>One of the pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="684" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd126/shazni27/Rau-1115.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5098533238144627080?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5098533238144627080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5098533238144627080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5098533238144627080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5098533238144627080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-we-took-yeahh.html' title='You think i&apos;m random?'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-7691828070242419057</id><published>2007-10-17T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:41:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please?</title><content type='html'>I don't want go Normal Academic lahh please. God help me! I was told that only one person failed English. I wasn't happy upon hearing that though. Failing English is expected. The only marks that i can rely on are my speech and book review marks. I scored A2 for both. Good achievement i guess. I totally suck in English. I listened to the teacher, read more books and i not only didn't get my targeted B4. Yet, i can't even pass. Such a looser i am. That's not all, i can't even achieve an A2 for Malay when I'm a straight A1 student. This is how stupid i can get. All there miseries were to disappear as soon as i get my E Math paper. As i was told by ally, 3/7 has only one A1 and 4 A2s. I thought that i have got no hope at all on even thinking about getting an A1 for E Math. However, that was not to be. The glum side of me automatically changed to the happiest girl in the world. I got that A1!! It put my jaws wide open as i see my E Math paper 1. Yeahh mann. I got highest for that. For both papers in fact. Then there was an error in marking and it's a possibility that i might not be the only A1 student. No chance to get highest already. As for biology, i got 41, E8. Believe or not i was happy. Ms Ng even said that i shouldn't be. Who cares? I scored 31 for mid-year. 10 marks is an improvement ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my disappointment for the day which is none other than end-of-year results. The best part of the day started this morning when there was sort of a mini celebration. It was my birthday on the 15th of October but they celebrated today, 17th October which is someone else birthday. I kind of had clues about their surprise celebration. Don't try to do something at my back because I'll know it somehow. After school, ally treated us (rau.shab.cheryl.andrea.liyana.me) to ice cream!! Then shab, ally, rau and i went to the beach to do a little bit of camwhoring. It was so fun lah seyy. I'm still disappointed with my results though. Will i be in 4/7 next year? Please be it. God's help is the most precious for now. I'm hopeless and all i can do is to pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LAUGHING AND RED BULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ally. Shab. Rau. Andrea &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(she brought forks ok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Liyana. Umairah. Nadrah. Cheryl. Anna. Jordan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nizam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (because he was there.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovely shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which i appreciate so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ally. Shab. Rau. Andrea. Liyana. Umairah. Nadrah. Anna. Jordan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cow stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raudhah a.k.a my kembaar/zombee (kembaree).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolate cookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadrah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&amp;amp;&amp;amp; She said it's not much. Come one i appreciate all the gifts given to me. She even chipped in for the shirt. So it's more than enough.=)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I APPRECIATE SO MUCH GUYS! THANK YOU! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7691828070242419057?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7691828070242419057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7691828070242419057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7691828070242419057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7691828070242419057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-want-go-normal-academic-lahh.html' title='Please?'/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-8995027033500733866</id><published>2007-10-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:14:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;total crap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people. Absolute bullshit i'm telling you. It was the revealing of the End-Of-Year examination results lahh seyy. Physics and Chemistry. One word to describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; What the hell was that suppose to mean? Perhaps i didn't study hard enough. All my fault lahh. Literature, i failed by half mark. Who cares anyway? I don't (for now). Do you? Additional Mathematics was fine. I targeted higher but i ended up scoring as of my normal standard. Shall try harder. At least i won my sister who challenged me and said that Add Math is tough and i'll fail as bad as her. -_-' It's okay. I have proved her wrong. Kind of a good achievement. English, the teacher gave a suspense and kept us to wait until that someone share his/her/their story. Oh well, what to do? They don't want to share. But they could have told a fake story. They should have asked me to create one. I'm good in lying =D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was CCA. I wanted to skip but my "nenek" didn't allow me to. haizz. Aper lahh "nenek" ni! CCA makes my life even more lifeless. But Jean needed help on the camp stuffs anyways so we just be present even though we (Hui Bin, Swee Min and I) didn't say much. And now i'm tired. My head feels like cracking. It happens when i'm tired. I get hot too. It feels as if i've got a fever when i don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8995027033500733866?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8995027033500733866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8995027033500733866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8995027033500733866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8995027033500733866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-total-crap-people.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4330297165784569857</id><published>2007-10-12T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:06:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to make a correction. Marking day isn't a do-nothing day as i have expected. I had to tidy up my room lahh seyy. It is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tomorrow for goodness sake. My room was full of worksheets, files and textbooks. It was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Exam fever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i had no time to clean up my room then . I placed my stuffs all over the room. I'm being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by focusing more on studies than on cleaning up you see. After all End-Of-Year Examinations are way important. Don't you agree with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-4330297165784569857?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4330297165784569857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4330297165784569857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4330297165784569857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4330297165784569857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-make-correction.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-1060228719315052698</id><published>2007-10-11T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:24:43.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAHH MANN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1060228719315052698?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1060228719315052698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1060228719315052698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1060228719315052698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1060228719315052698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-are-over-yeahh-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-2397891125602875950</id><published>2007-10-08T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:56:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been quite some time since i update due to examinations. It's end-of-year for goodness sake lahh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EXAM FEVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think i 'm going stop updating for the time being. I'll continue when the exams are over which is after Hari Raya. Well, here are the upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;281007. Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mother Tongue Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;031007. Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Combined Humanities Paper 1(Social Studies)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;041007. Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;051007. Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Literature Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mathematics Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;0801007. Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY=D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mathematics Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physics&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;091007. Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Literature Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Combined Humanities Paper 3 (History)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;101007. Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mother Tongue Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;111007. Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Biology&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;121007. Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Marking Day. (a do-nothing day)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;131007. Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;151007. Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;... Do you care about this day?&lt;/s&gt; (it was my birthday dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i'll only update this when the event is OVER. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8250777685524779302-2397891125602875950?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/2397891125602875950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=2397891125602875950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2397891125602875950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2397891125602875950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-has-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-1329182811620416220</id><published>2007-09-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:06:08.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had my English paper 1 and Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toungue&lt;/span&gt; paper 2 this morning. It wasn't so bad but i don't know how i can fail as for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. I hope i don't this time as it is a matter of life and death. As i did my Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toungue&lt;/span&gt; paper, i almost cried. The story i made touched my heart you know. It was about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandmum&lt;/span&gt;. So sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon/evening, I had so much fun with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LAUGHING AND RED BULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with inclusive of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shab's&lt;/span&gt; sister. So cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and i met outside Elias Park Primary at 3.40pm and we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Whitesands&lt;/span&gt;' library. We were all (except for Ally) supposed to meet at 4pm but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shab&lt;/span&gt; were late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haizz&lt;/span&gt;. These people must learn to be punctual. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt; wasn't so bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. Eh my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kembaar&lt;/span&gt; what. What do you expect? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shab&lt;/span&gt; came with her one year and five months old sister as I've said earlier. While waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and i walked around the library. We met our friends and some other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;PRCS&lt;/span&gt; students there you know. Cheryl and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aana&lt;/span&gt; was two of them. They were studying at the cafe and we went there to disturb Cheryl after she called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; earlier when she first saw us. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Raudhah&lt;/span&gt; arrived. We walked another round in the library. We walked up to POPULAR. As we were &lt;strong&gt;extremely &lt;/strong&gt;bored and tired of walking around, we sat at the sitting area outside Popular. We talked about our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;abang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;saudare&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;seyy&lt;/span&gt;. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shabrina&lt;/span&gt; came, we talked more while she handled her sister. After that, we went down to the library again to pay another visit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Aana&lt;/span&gt;. We wanted to meet Cheryl at first as we had something for her but she went off already. We met Jordan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Soloman&lt;/span&gt; instead and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Aana's&lt;/span&gt; sister too. Don't really know her though. We met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Alyah&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station and went straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt;. Something happened which you may find out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shabrina's&lt;/span&gt; blog. She said she'll post about it. I'm too lazy to talk about it here. Too much things to tell as you can see. After we ate, we talked something about the red house , Singapore old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; General Hospital and also the ghosts stuff which i believe are only Satan. We left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt; to TM to get the personalised &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;LRB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wrist bands. They are meant to represent the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING AND RED BULL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of course. We took some pictures as we go on and i got a chance to carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Shab's&lt;/span&gt; sister whose name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lyana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;yahh&lt;/span&gt;, but without the 'i' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. I then walked home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired now. Tired of blogging as i have so much things to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1329182811620416220?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1329182811620416220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1329182811620416220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1329182811620416220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1329182811620416220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-had-my-english-paper-1-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-3634208960470483168</id><published>2007-09-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:38:20.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I was soaking wet when i reached school today. It was raining cats and dogs for goodness sake and i didn't have my umbrella. It started raining when i first step out of the lift of my flat. How nice.. I was already drenched like mad when i reached the bus interchange. I planned to take 358 as i would have shelter when i reach school later on. But then, it was crowded! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nyehhs&lt;/span&gt; i had to take bus service no. 17. I had no choice but to walk under the rain again after i reached the bus stop as the stop was the one opposite the school. Then as i was walking towards the class, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; started to laugh at me. She's mean. Very mean. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; wells, as i entered the classroom i sort off became the star because i was wet like hell. Everyone was commenting about my wet self.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; started to laugh at me again and wet her a little in the face(like a few drops only) by messing my hair and facing the back of my head towards her. In the class, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; off my shoes and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shab&lt;/span&gt; asked me to take off my socks as well. It all started from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and Wan Lin. You know them. Full of craze and madness. It's a little more comfortable that way though. The best thing is i managed to dry my socks as well as my shoes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YAYY&lt;/span&gt;! There were a few girls in my class who took off both their shoes and socks and not to mention the other secondary three girls from other classes. Teachers who went in my class to teach care less about it except for the curious Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shafie&lt;/span&gt; who asked me where's my shoes. That is when i had to tell him that they were wet. He understood me and then he forgets about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;. Excretion test was err no comments all right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shab&lt;/span&gt; planned to cheat then at last, they didn't. I think they didn't. I don't cheat though. Come on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person, NOT. Tomorrow is English paper 1 and Mother paper 1. Am i ready? I think i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3634208960470483168?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3634208960470483168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3634208960470483168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3634208960470483168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3634208960470483168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahhhh-i-was-soaking-wet-when-i-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-2628383241629625101</id><published>2007-09-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:42:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. i still got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; when exams are drawing near. but who cares? i escaped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;At l&lt;/span&gt;east i went to the library to study okay. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i told my mum i before hand you know. cool isn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;. it's my first time... in my entire sec 3 life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. i NEVER skipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; without a fake reason. I have been giving fake letters all the while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;. eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sshhh&lt;/span&gt;. don't tell teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nyehhs&lt;/span&gt;. In the library, there was still lots of students. (like yesterday). We found a book titled "Sitting Bulls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; ya! this is day is the day when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING AND RED BULL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;made two other groups called LAUGHING AND SILVER BULL (for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LRB&lt;/span&gt; members who take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NYAA&lt;/span&gt; silver) and LAUGHING AND BRONZE BULL(the ones who only take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NYAA&lt;/span&gt; bronze) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&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/8250777685524779302-2628383241629625101?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/2628383241629625101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=2628383241629625101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2628383241629625101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/2628383241629625101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-7223120150166624493</id><published>2007-09-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:39:39.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TUESDAY. The day when we have our CCA. I'll talk about it as i move on. For school, there was speech. and pheww. My number was not called upon. yeahh. i know. i will still have to do it one day. But the later the better right? More things to learn from the presenters before me. In the morning, i had a bad news. This is how it goes. Yesterday, i was So enthu in revising for biology test which is on wednesday. I studied on excretion when the test is about respiration!! This is what i get when i show more interest in studies. hmmph. but it's alright. fortunately, Mrs Ang didn't come for chemistry lesson and i had time to do a little bit of revision on respiration. ohh ya. Tomorrow. Sooo many tests. there's like 3 of them. A LOT lahh. i want to get straight As lahh can? hahaha. but i'm working on it now. A bit too late isn't it? well no harm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about CCA. As usual, NCC started at 4pm. When the Alphas and the Bravos were playing a game named Captain's Ball, we, the Charlies (Siska, Ain, Jean, Latifah, Nadia, Suhailah and myself) were taking some pictures which shows the monkeys in us. hahaha. i'll post the pictures as soon as i get them. The pictures we took were at the fitness corner. what do you expect? When i reached home, i was just in time to break my fast. now, i have to study like mad. AHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-7223120150166624493?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/7223120150166624493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=7223120150166624493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7223120150166624493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/7223120150166624493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-8395265665001965293</id><published>2007-09-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:42:51.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya! I forget to tell that we actually slacked for an hour. We (Raudhah and i) lost hope and mood to look for more donors. So, we camwhore!! What else do you expect us to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the iamges. (and of course i take the good ones. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img height="201" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/6876/img1993im3.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the toilet at Plaza Singapura.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="689" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd126/shazni27/IMG_1995.jpg" width="622" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On some staircase near the walkway. slacking. like duhh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="715" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd126/shazni27/IMG_1985.jpg" width="620" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please donate!! for the animals..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8395265665001965293?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8395265665001965293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8395265665001965293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8395265665001965293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8395265665001965293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-ya-i-forget-to-tell-that-we-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-8551693608780764642</id><published>2007-09-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:26:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIRED is the word. I just came back from Plaza Sinagapura to do CIP. It wasn't really Plaza Singapura, it was the area around it. I had to ask for donations lahh seyy!! "Hi sir/ma'am would like to make a donation?" It wasn't and it will never be a fun thing to do, for me lahh of course. Some would donate with generosity. One even donated some trash(a paper specifically) to Qayyum's donation tin. nicee huh. I was the odd one out in the gang. Everyone is from 3/5 and i am there alone as a 3 seven-er. It wasn't cool.  That was all. The day is so fish-ing (instead of fcuk i use fish xD) dull!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, is the day when some specialists come back as Staff Sergeants. Ohhh i'm so jealous of these people who get to become staff sergeants. Perhaps it's just not my luck huhs? I slack day and night how to become senior specialist right. All my fault for not being enthusiastic as a NCC cadet. Oh wells, i got something else better to do than being an enthusiast in NCC all the time. I'm not really into NCC but i just need the rank. It's nice you know. but, i'm going to move on no matter what. Not staff sergeant then be it. I'm gonna take Red Bull (figuratively) and face the challenges to keep on living!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-8551693608780764642?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8551693608780764642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8551693608780764642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8551693608780764642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8551693608780764642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-is-word.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-5076968271564671935</id><published>2007-09-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:47:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 658px" height="800" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd126/shazni27/LRBCs.jpg" width="535" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and red bulls rock teachers' day.=))&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand, singing the anthem proudly and reciting the pledge with pride.&lt;br /&gt;and all hail SAMANAKHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5076968271564671935?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5076968271564671935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5076968271564671935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5076968271564671935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5076968271564671935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/09/laughing-and-red-bulls-rock-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-6554704267722913228</id><published>2007-08-18T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:43:30.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="172" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2615/smallheartaz2.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love being random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6554704267722913228?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6554704267722913228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6554704267722913228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6554704267722913228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6554704267722913228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-love-being-random.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-6394251103658503059</id><published>2007-08-18T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:41:25.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.hey. After a while, I realised that i have something to blog about on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; and don't forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; too. oh yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Here is out it goes.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, as usual, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; training it's not really training you see. I'll talk about it as we go on. As i was saying (or rather typing) no one informed me to bring PT kit instead of No. 4. Actually there was but it was a late one though. So i packed the No. 4 uniform the previous night and brought it to school. It's so tedious. &lt;strong&gt;HEAVY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. As i walked up to my classroom, i met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Siska&lt;/span&gt;. Then, i was informed about the PT kit. Later in the afternoon, i had to make a presentation for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CME&lt;/span&gt; project, It's a group work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Meridyn&lt;/span&gt; didn't come. I had to do a duo with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Faqiha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Embarrassingly&lt;/span&gt;, the whole class saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; pictures that i used in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt;. I actually had to rush through my presentation because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;clasmates&lt;/span&gt; are eager to go for lunch. Oh ya, before i did my presentation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Latifah&lt;/span&gt; went to my class to meet me and informed me that i had to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PDS&lt;/span&gt; at HQ. It's &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; last minute. i didn't bring my PT kit. i had no mood to go for it. So i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cabut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! In the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Zameerul&lt;/span&gt; asked me to check out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shoutout&lt;/span&gt;. He had entered something stupid in it. I refused to believe so. However, as i went to check it later at night, it was true! Then, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, i asked him how he managed to do that. It was my stupidest mistake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;IDIOT &lt;/strong&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;Okays, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i had my A math common test. A little difficult for certain questions. It was from a topic which i am weak at. Modulus Function.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. i had my Biology common test. oh ya! After thinking over, i would like to continue on with my biology and not to drop it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;YEAHH&lt;/span&gt;! Biology common test was.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Only the questions about Transports in Plants. I didn't really study much about it. Later alyah nad i went to White Sands and to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;raudhah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nadrah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;razzan&lt;/span&gt;. yes, he was the only the only guy there. i don't know he was there at first. Nevertheless, it was a fun time we spent at mac. Then, there was this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/span&gt; crew putting a smile in his face all time round. A bit freaky though. We met Andrea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; too, doing their literature project. We talked and talked and talked and left at around 6pm. the at the bus interchange, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nadrah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;razzan&lt;/span&gt; and i waited for the bus. We weren't queuing where we supposed to be. We just stood a some random place near the queue.&lt;br /&gt;In front of us was some guy. A moment later we had someone standing behind us whom i believed thought that it was a queuing line. Minutes later, we decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; we should walk as there was whole lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, i thought that i suck even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6394251103658503059?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6394251103658503059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6394251103658503059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6394251103658503059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6394251103658503059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-3221757743674107016</id><published>2007-08-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:11:21.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/3590/384065131rx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pathetic part of me is when i have nothing to update here. oh boy, i do suck in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3221757743674107016?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3221757743674107016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3221757743674107016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3221757743674107016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3221757743674107016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/08/pathetic-part-of-me-is-when-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-1138363459471994825</id><published>2007-07-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:32:48.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.hey.hey. i a m finally updating my blog. so many things happened u noe. i got ncc specialists course. COC parade. NCC day parade. my holiday trip (nothing to talk about actually). &amp; guess what? i'm hating her more and more. k let's not talk about that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC specialists course. very fun u noe. but it was a little weird. we had to come on wednesday(30th may). but thursday was vesak day. so we came back on friday until sunday. on wednesday. it was held at Pasir Laba camp, BCTC. we learnt about the different types of weapons and arms in SI spec. friday, we revised about our test which we took on saturday. there was about trainfire, IFC and some other(s). i forgot lahh. the last day was POP. i passed out as 3rd sgt sia. but nvm ah. still sgt. haha. then rite.. on the last day, without realising it, i broked amirah's heart. haha. but it's totally not my fault u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COC parade was on 8th june. training was on 7th june as well as 8th june itself. the speech was extremely long.. i fidgited like i don't care. it's the only way to keep me conscious...&lt;br /&gt;then, on 9th july(saturday) was the first training of the NCC day parade. too bad(or rather lucky me) i had to go for a vacation. and i had to miss 2 sessions of training. so NOT cool. bt at the same time it's still a good thing for me. NCC day is on the 8th of july. now, i'm familiarised with the NCC headquarters because i've been visiting it often. the NCC day parade wasn't as bad as COC because the speech was read with a great intonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is all about NCC since sec 3. but the wonderful thing is i hecked care about NCC when i was in Sec 1 and 2. cool huh? and now, i talk more, nonsensical stuffs especially, thanks to the NCC trainings which brought us &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-1138363459471994825?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/1138363459471994825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=1138363459471994825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1138363459471994825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/1138363459471994825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-6189260434837713933</id><published>2007-05-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:42:58.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.. i had a fever.. after i ate my medicine (before going to school) i was okay!! i even got to play games during PE!. but during recess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tym&lt;/span&gt;.. friends becomes a foe. This is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quee&lt;/span&gt; Camp to get our NO.1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt;.. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;USM&lt;/span&gt; wants to take the bus..while the majority &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kays&lt;/span&gt;..that wasn't a problem.. the problem is she used her authority as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;USM&lt;/span&gt;.. i mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; so good bout that? As i was saying rite.. during recess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tym&lt;/span&gt;.. i told her "let's take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;"(in a tone where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really serious). guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; she told me? " you are not a PC or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;USM&lt;/span&gt;, so u just follow". i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! and showed the middle finger.. i got pissed off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;seyys&lt;/span&gt;. that was just the beginning. during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mly&lt;/span&gt;.. she told the teacher she wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; at 1pm when ma'am only allowed us to leave at 1:50pm. when i told her that she can't leave at 1pm, she said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; diam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt;!" meaning " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shuttup&lt;/span&gt; u stupid!' asshole rite? den &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ridzuan&lt;/span&gt; heard n said "Eh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;takde&lt;/span&gt; org &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt;" meaning "there's no one stupid here"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;haizz&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;aniwaes&lt;/span&gt; the journey to and from the HQ was tiring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-6189260434837713933?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/6189260434837713933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=6189260434837713933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6189260434837713933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/6189260434837713933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-5229832040342545307</id><published>2007-05-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:01:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it's monday today &amp;amp; we the PRCS ppl have &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; no school. coz it's marking day! it's a dull day for me(as usual). so bored larhs. the HIGH ppl lyk nab, nash, rau n sep is out to watch a movie. so i don't have anione to be high with.. haizz so sad. they went without me seyys. i mean it's nt that they didn't invite or anything. it's just my my mum!! didn't allow me!! i'm grounded for &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; life ppl. that's what my life's all about. which is.. stay at home and study. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;YES&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NO going out with friends. she said she bought (even though i had to add on with my own money at times)me things coz she don't want me to get bored at home. well, like what Rau said, she does have a point. but i can't survive any longer. i need to get out and have my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;. guess wat ppl? even if i ask to go out to do group study or projects, she would let me out once a while. if i ask for the second time or so, she would say that i'm taking advantage of her letting me out with friends. she'd say that she give me face too much. the day she let me out wouldn't just be any day. it would be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-5229832040342545307?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/5229832040342545307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=5229832040342545307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5229832040342545307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/5229832040342545307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-monday-today-we-prcs-ppl-have-to-no.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4245072523824083120</id><published>2007-05-07T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:42:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mathematics Paper 2 was &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; a little difficult. especially question 3. i got stuck on that question and ended up not completing the last question. bluergghs i &lt;s&gt;gained&lt;/s&gt; lost 9 marks!! wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was Chemistry. the paper was quite "ok larhs". not much difficulty doing it. Of course larh my &lt;s&gt;hated&lt;/s&gt; fav subject wat.=P i'm gonna break into tears if i don't get A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last exam finished at 1330. bt the &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; sad thing is, we [the 3/7ers] still had to stayback for some A math lessons. coz tmrw a math paper. the teacher talked and talked and talked for lyk 45min then, IT"S TIME TO GO HOME!! threatened us that she would hold ud back longer. but she's the one who wasted the time of our life there. reached home at 4++. BLUEK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8250777685524779302-4245072523824083120?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4245072523824083120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4245072523824083120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4245072523824083120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4245072523824083120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/05/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4857446151193479328</id><published>2007-05-06T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:36:41.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm.. i'm a little late in updating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;so this is wat i've missed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: i &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; cut my hair!! lyk finally. not much differrence though. Just layer and make my hair thinner. i kind of hate my fringe. but after some moderation [comb here n there], i &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my hair. aniwaes, i was supposed to be at home revising for social studies exam and planned to practice on my comprehension. i ended up with no tym for practicing comprehension. AHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: English paper 2 and Social Studies paper. i didn't have enough tym to complete the english paper !! Arggh i'm gonna fail ppl! SS paper, no comments=)). after that went to MC with RAU and Umairah to revise math. we sat on a place where the table had vandalisations. &amp;&amp;amp; guess wat? it was from our fellow schoolmates. haizz.. kays.. bt hu cares aniway. at least i don't=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: Mother tongue paper 2 and Math paper 1. Math paper 1 was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Malay..hmm i finished on the dot. coz i thought that i would have a lot of tym to spare. so i did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; careful. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: it was a do-nothing-day. no mood to do anything larhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: update my blog and go &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through;color:#cc33cc;" &gt;slack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;STUDY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-4857446151193479328?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4857446151193479328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4857446151193479328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4857446151193479328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4857446151193479328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-8486308959925495782</id><published>2007-04-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:45:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EXAMS COMING!!&lt;/span&gt; Yet, i'm still slacking. but i'm worried too you know. i gotta force myself to work hard. Aniwaes, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8250777685524779302-8486308959925495782?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/8486308959925495782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=8486308959925495782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8486308959925495782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/8486308959925495782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/04/exams-coming-yet-im-still-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-3717577899909517043</id><published>2007-04-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:42:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Today... the &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through;color:#cc33cc;" &gt;end&lt;/span&gt; start of mid-year exams!! It was english and mother tongue paper 1. For english, it didn't turn out well. Was it a letter proposal or a report proposal? A report proposal or a letter proposal? haizz.. The question said write a letter you know. So which one? But cannot do anything, too late [sob, sob]. Must&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do extremely well for paper two. Mother tongue paper 1, err no comments.=P kays after that, went to Burger King with Rau and BM. Met[intentionally] some other people there. Rau ate Hersheys and i did nothing.haha kays, then Rau and i walked around downtown for fun then walked to the central bus-stop.[we talked about something while walking]. At home,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I went online for quite a long time. Homeworks can wait. Got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them you know and they are majority A Math[4 assignments], can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250777685524779302-3717577899909517043?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/3717577899909517043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=3717577899909517043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3717577899909517043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/3717577899909517043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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-8250777685524779302.post-4614542480219858627</id><published>2007-04-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:41:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology lesson was loove&lt;/strong&gt;=)) Wanna know why? I didn't pay attention actually. I did something else. Guess what? I ate. It's allowed anyway. I also played a game on my Ipod!! haha. Fun!! There was this group of people who actually focused on the lesson and there was this whole bench of people who slacked and wasted their time there. And of course, i was one of them=). I don't care! I want to drop that subject and that's final. English paper 1 and Mother tongue paper 1 is tomorrow! I'm worried for my english! I don't want to go NA!! argghh I actually failed majority of my class tests. Wish me luck people.&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/8250777685524779302-4614542480219858627?l=shewantstorock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/feeds/4614542480219858627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250777685524779302&amp;postID=4614542480219858627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4614542480219858627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250777685524779302/posts/default/4614542480219858627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewantstorock.blogspot.com/2007/04/biology-lesson-was-loove-wanna-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>shazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831674110266653216</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>
