<?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-5762280</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:39:55.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>train on a track....</title><subtitle type='html'>iloveblog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106411621837824909</id><published>2003-09-21T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T11:51:18.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so weird *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;It's raining but it's very sunny... get the idea? it's way way hot but it's p0uring. xD tell me how did it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106411621837824909?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106411621837824909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106411621837824909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106411621837824909' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106407009572881795</id><published>2003-09-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T23:01:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woofucking woo. xDD *smiles too widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the pc to work... :]:] i got back after the visit to my gramp's, i started the pc and fuckyou, the fonts and everything was so BIG. &gt;.&lt; so i freaked out. lols. and ME, yes me. i started the pc after hours and hours of my elder brother and sister try to get the pc to work. :):) yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my gramps house.. well before that i went to the post office to pay my bills[with the accompany of pepper, she had to go to school at 11 ... :P] i went to the supermarket with my mum once i reached her place.. bought some food and things like that, it was raining. &gt;.&lt; yay. lols. upon reaching, we ate our lunch(we only ate breakfast, lols) and slacked for like a few hours... at 7plus we dec1ded to head home.. my uncle was good enuff to send us home, with his van. :) weee.. i love the wind :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used up the 18 bucks card i bought yesterday with 20 free sms. i just topped it with the extra top-up card i bought yesterday too. heh. i'm so a heavy sms user. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites... :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106407009572881795?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106407009572881795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106407009572881795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106407009572881795' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-10639610639560580</id><published>2003-09-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T16:44:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. xDD TGIF. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with physics(i tihnk i'm beginning to adore physics and hate chem more &gt;.&lt; i don't know) mrs feng(the principal) was 'invigilating' the class. blah. maths lesson; ms chan was pretty moody at first but throughout the lesson her PMSy started to go away and ta-dah same ol' ms chan :) lols. and due to time constrain we didn't finish up the damn tranformation shit. i HATE MATHS. to the damnish core. CME was super-fun. :P sze sing/balqis's group did some wheel of fortune thingy and it was a fun one. (we had to draw lots and damn andy chose number TWO) so after tt, it was our turn. it was hella funny. and amusing. same meaning innit? :P anyway i played. at first i got the highest point and after going to 'jail'(it's like a monopoly game-influenced but it was our own creation and stuff), i got the LOWEST point. lols. hella funny. and andy and guan zhong(sp?) was sucha funny hosts. they were part of our group too. xD &lt;strong&gt;fun fun fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know nowadays kids are brought up earlier than expected resulting in them the youngest kid(11-12yrs old) to own a cellphone. hell amazing innit? i saw some of THOSE kids today on the way to buy my hi-card. :&gt; some of them look perfectly cute. and that's alright. I LOVE KIDS. but some are utterly disgusting and irrating. i saw another bunch of school kids(boys) they were shouting in some chinese stuffs near the drain(and mind you the drain smell of chlorine&gt;.&lt;) one of them even had this SPIKY hairstyle and i saw a frickin' haircomb in his pocket.. and they were &lt;em&gt;beng&lt;/em&gt;-like.  it's amazing to see how kids nowadays tend to follow the trend not like last time during my days... i still remembered the fun times i had during my primary school days. haha. :P if i can turn back time, i'd have had turn back the time &lt;strong&gt;long long long ago&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-10639610639560580?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/10639610639560580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/10639610639560580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10639610639560580' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106387928731407907</id><published>2003-09-18T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T18:01:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyaa!! :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened today. had fun during physical education, though i wasn't the one playing soccer but watching my team mates playing was very fun. it was more like a screaming game cos one of people playing was screaming when the ball came near them. :) mind you they were girls. so pretty alright. girls love to scream, don't they? :P i was so freaking glad that the chem test was postponed or else i will flunk it like i never did before heh? &gt;.&lt; humanities lesson was hectic, as usual. blah.  it rained during recess. it was so fucking cooling aiight. and we had to close the windows real tight as the rain kept coming in. ARGH. i'm in love with rain. heh. geog was wayyyyyy cool. love geog, i must score at least a B(urm i'll pretty much love a C as i don't really like to set higher targets for myself).. for eoys. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sympathetic upon those chinese pupils in my class as they had to stay back until about 3+ in da afternoon to do their 5 months correction.. lols. i had to stay and hangout and wait for like till 3 plus then i finally plucked enuff courage to go into the class. :) and thank god the teacher wasn't in.(i think somehow the teacher is.. urm.. nvm.. just that i  dun really fancy her) did some of the cme project outside the classroom. thank god(again) paulinE was so 'guai'(obedient) as to finish up her chinese stuffs and help me to cut and paste the damn papers onto the board(though she ain't my grp member, she's cool aiight) so went home with her[didn't fucking go for batik cos noone in my class went, i'm the only malay in sec 3 exp taking ART. how cool!??] fooled around. she 'stole' my 10 bucks. :( and amazingly she returned me back BUT she used it, by buying RUFFLES. does it somehow has the same pronounciation as WAFFLES? cos i was bragging to her about WAFFLES not RUFFLES. &gt;.&lt; lols. we ate some of the chips on the way to the bus stop. i was EVIL as to let her board the mrt on her own... [we already arrived near the escalator and i let her take it first and i didn't even touch the escalator and said 'bye' to her and SHE said 'i hate you' lols.] i went home like a madd, happy cow. PEPPER AND SOUP. &lt;3&lt;3 muahhhha... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106387928731407907?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106387928731407907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106387928731407907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106387928731407907' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106381199344891608</id><published>2003-09-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:21:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. it is already 11+pm now.. i should be on my place trying to sleep/smsing you-know-who. :P but i dunnoe. dun feel like sleeping now... blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering over my friend's "question" just now.. what if i SCREW the eoys up? what if? what if? urgh. i really hate this. &gt;.&lt; eeks. freaking scary. i mean i'll be the happiest man alive on earth if i were to get promoted? but fuck it. :( i dunnoe. maybe i should make some spells and see my future? lols. :P will be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interesting. :) i'm just crossing my fingers at the moment and hope that none of the things that i hope won't happen to me, actually happen. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lack of motivation, support and lastly constant revision work. :/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106381199344891608?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106381199344891608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106381199344891608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106381199344891608' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106378986502234066</id><published>2003-09-17T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:14:59.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love with flash cartoons like &lt;a href="http://www.fwakanimation.com.au/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. anyone know of any? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG today we had no art = 5 FREE periods. my wish came true. &gt;.&lt; i was SO HAPPY but felt bad and silly also cos i wouldn't be able t complete my batik.. ARGH. i hope tomorrow there's batik thingy after skl. :] obviously i didn't do anything productive during the 3 hrs.. was flipping thru my chemistry txtbk(the test is postponed to next thursday) :P and yeah time passed so fast. the social studies extra lesson was quite &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; fun. was pretty enjoyable. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home(i stopped 2 stops ealier) i went to the 7- Eleven. i took some stuffs out, realising that i only have 8 bucks.. so i went to the cashier and pay up. =X and she was like "$10+ please?" i was stunned for words. was so paiseh(chinese dialect for embarassed) couldn't hide my face... ARGH. and i had to withdraw back 2 items. call me greedy call me whatever you want. i don't care. lols. never been so 'paiseh' dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i saw &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; again during recess and after skl in the canteen. hehe. :P:P i was just metres way from &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; when i accompanied my friend to buy drink. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106378986502234066?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106378986502234066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106378986502234066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106378986502234066' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106372360108410599</id><published>2003-09-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:46:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays i tend to brag a lot about what happened in school... does that somehow irks you or something? i REALLY hope not. cos this is my blog and it's my business on what i want to WRITE here. so please fucking mind your damn business. k thanks. need to get that straight cos sometimes people tend to boast around and blahblah, you know. typical assholes. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee. my elder sister gonna come home tomorrow... not sure whether it's in da afternoon or evening... &lt;3&lt;3 and i forgot to say my thanks to eugene(you know what you did) :P i didn't do any revision was so beat. :( ah. i need some rest. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106372360108410599?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106372360108410599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106372360108410599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106372360108410599' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106370965383035198</id><published>2003-09-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T18:58:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gonna be one hyper post. xD get ready.. 1 2 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school feeling rather sick.. *urgh* :P so i was like "man this sucks"... and adding salt to the wound, my friend asked me "you yesterday real or not &lt;em&gt;arh&lt;/em&gt;?" like WTF? i got SO pissed off. =X but soon i cooled down. i just think of pepper. :P:P had fun during humanities lesson; did some "games"(if you will say) fooled around. i got back my geo open-paper test results and YOU KNOW WHAT I GOT A DISTINCTION. LIKE YAY!!??? i was sooo happy alright if you'll ask me. :) i'm still VERY delighted now. xD though there're 9 other distinction scorers but i dunnoe.. just the feeling... i'm so proud of myself. *grins* :P:P hehe. that MOTIVATES me to do even better. xDD woo. Anyway my english results didn't really satisfied me. cos i FAILED it really really badly. :'( *sobs* i can't be ARSED to fail english man. really. it's one major subject that i need to score at least a c5 or B for the moment. i dun aim for the sky aiight. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maths supplementary lesson, saw &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt;. this person is just so cute and *gone speechless* i THINK i go to school for this reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i) i want to see &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;ii) i look forward to interesting lessons. heh. but they always disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;iii) i wanna see my friends. wee. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really that sums up why i go to school for. *sings 'what i go to school for'* :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full.. but i'm planning to eat the fish crackers i bought on the way home just now, during my telly-time. ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mum working, while on the way home. wee. xD i missed her so much. :P sometimes i felt so proud of her, of what she did for our family... I'LL NEVER FEEL PROUD OF THE OLD MAN. eeks. &gt;.&lt; i wanted to hug her just now but was too shy furthermore i was in my sch uni. lols. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of the sec3exp art students at the foyer before going for my cca and they told me that ms khairani went home as she was having a fever... i REALLY hope she won't come to school tomorrow, man. xDD wee. lols. then we'll have 5 FREE periods. OMG. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gone for telly-time*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106370965383035198?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106370965383035198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106370965383035198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106370965383035198' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106363781297638691</id><published>2003-09-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T23:34:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To great suprise, i did some LITTLE(yes little i was tuning in to a local radio station in a bright-lit room and was smsing pepper away) geography revision. i only managed to do half of chapter 1 &amp; 2. i have to make a timetable soon.. or my revision time will be so haywire. o_O *grunts* the more i think of EOYs the more i hate school... off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106363781297638691?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106363781297638691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106363781297638691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363781297638691' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106361698916382877</id><published>2003-09-15T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:09:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well. i didn't come to school today, dammit i MISSED 45 mins of maths. :[ i felt fever-ish &amp; obviously took my body temp it was 38.1!! :'( i wanted to go in the morning(11am++) but when i reached da bus stop it rained heavily so i went back and went at 2pm.. i had to wait for a fuckin 1 hr before i got into the room with the doc. &gt;.&lt; the polyclinic's fees are cheap, so you GET to see lotsa' people in there. like MILLIONS especially on a monday and weekends. =X anyway after the whole thing i went home. IT RAINED again. i loveeeeee rainy days.. lols. really cosy to sleep in and stuffs. :) you know i felt so otuched today cos i RECEIVED like 6 smses asking me why didn't i go to school. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 ahh.. lols. thanks people. well, i'm so-called an emotional-easily-touched-kind-of-people, you see. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.. *looks for food* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, i saw some Nan Chiau lower sec pupils under my apartment. lols, nothing special about that, nothing to say much so i told you about what i saw today. heh.. HMM my sister left the house at around 6.40am.. AHHH!! i'm gonna miss you. she's just gonna go for camp for 3 days and 2 night and i sound like a desperado here ain't i? &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. xDD i'm gonna start revising later, what subject shud i start on? HMMM, aiight i'll start on my geography and i will make little notes. i hope it's gonna be fun cos GEOGRAPHY is one of my favorite subject though i always flunk it. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: OH and did i tell you that my cellphone is currently spoilt. =X the buttons can't work properly and i HAVE to press them so HARD. ARGH. i need a new phone. anyone, 7250 please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106361698916382877?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106361698916382877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106361698916382877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106361698916382877' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106361614703766421</id><published>2003-09-15T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:06:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very interesting facts about bananas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Containing three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber, a banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout. No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the world's leading athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit.&lt;br /&gt;It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number&lt;br /&gt;of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our&lt;br /&gt;daily diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS: Forget the pills - eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anemia: High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglob in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.&lt;br /&gt;Blood Pressure: This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in&lt;br /&gt;potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain Power: 200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constipation: High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangovers: One of the quickest ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn: Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito bites: Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try&lt;br /&gt;rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Manypeople find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves: Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcers: The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also&lt;br /&gt;neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking: Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 theycontain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that&lt;br /&gt;we say, "A banana a day keeps the doctor away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really interesing ain't it? :] now i'm gonna ask my mum to buy lots of bananas for me to eat for my lunch &amp; dinner. *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106361614703766421?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106361614703766421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106361614703766421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106361614703766421' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106355122712427260</id><published>2003-09-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T23:11:00.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't do anything productive today.. well except for the cleaning my room of course. :P ARGH. i'm getting from bad to worse.. i MUST start revising for my eoys tomorrow.. and it's a MUST. i dun wanna die for sure. :) anyways i was struggling to do my chemistry shit just now, i'm sooo freaking anti-chemistry... i think i would fare better at physics actually though i suck at maths(urgh).. okay, in total, i suck at my sciencES and math. argh. x_X i need special attention for tt two freaking subjects, man. HARDCORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, i received in total like 5 calls today to my cellphone.. i always received smses like every hr without fail(pepper muahahaha)... 2 calls from my class/schmates and 3 from my online friends.. haha.. quoted from iqah .. "where in d blue moon did you get your voice? Damn nice.." lols. i dunnoe... lols. really weird for her to say that btw. &lt;s&gt;ANYWAY my brother just asked me to find some shit on dreams and it SUCKS hey. &gt;.&lt; don't ask me why.. out of sudden i'm feeling rather pissed off. AND i'm like replying all my friends with an one-word reply. ARGH! i'm going bonkers... FOR NO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT prepared for damn school ARGH. school SUCKS!! *sighs* nites everyone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe why the fuck i got pissed off just now. argh. i'm rather moody nowadays. so pardon me if i get so vulgar out of sudden. :P tomorrow; back to school. what a new term. x) i'm SO looking forward to it. heh. &lt;em&gt;note my sarcasm.&lt;/em&gt; i hope there won't be any science remedial after school and GUESS WHAT the deadline ain't this wednesday but next's. :) something to be happy about. yay! lols. okay i'm outta here. chat for a few more mins and OUT I GO. laland here i come. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106355122712427260?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106355122712427260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106355122712427260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106355122712427260' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106352067656997264</id><published>2003-09-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T14:25:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hHmm?? the earlier post i posted up DISAPPEARED? wtF? arseHOL3. :/ heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, earlier in the early afternoon i went to clean up my room and suprise suprise i &lt;a href="http://intrepidation.net/spooky/sad.JPG"&gt;broke&lt;/a&gt; my brother's guitar while cleaning the room. lols. the first time it dropped, it didn't broke... and now it did. =X eeks. i told my brother, who's sleeping, about it. and the lame reply he gave me is "nevermind" i could sense that he dun give a fuck about it anymore, as i don't see him strucking chords on it. blah. i was so PLEASED that he wasn't angry at me. o_0 i took a cold shower after that and ta-dah here i am. i burned 2 cds, i loved them to core now.. they have my fav songs in them. so i'm gonna jam all night/day with the cd next to my ass. x_X lols. anyway i'm off. gonna chat on MSN(yipeee) for a while and do the stuffs i'm suppose to do. so ciaos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: it RAINED. what a nice weather to sleep in with the comfortable sheets... ahhh!! HEAVEN. xDD okay back to work.... *grunts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106352067656997264?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106352067656997264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106352067656997264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352067656997264' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106346730701351678</id><published>2003-09-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T23:35:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was pretty productive. xD i'm so glad it is. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon-7pm(around there): i slacked HARDCORE. i was on the puter(wasn't on msn though) playing songs and yeah surfing around... wasn't really in the mood to chat. +_T so yeah basically just SLACKED. heh!&lt;br /&gt;After that, got really bored, so got my ass to check on some books. oh my i got so many things on my hand which i've yet touch since school closed(for fucking sake) last friday. eeks. so.. yeah... just did my maths paper(some qns i left out cos i've no idea how to do) and also the latest hmwk ms chan gave on Tuesday. :) so yeah spent like 3hrs(1900-2145) doing all the stuffs  i need to do. but a pity; i didn't do my art.. i know it's going to bore me but let me ask again, is the deadline this WEDNESDAY? if it is, i'm going to DIE. o_0 har! frankly, i didn't do any prep works this holidays, i wouldn't say the 1 week holidays i had are wasted but.. just that i didn't REALLY use it properly. probably gonna finish up my chemistry stuffs tml.. and maybe my ART as well? heh. =X ima clean up my room tomorrow morning/afternoon, my elder sister got a 3 days/2night camp this monday(gonna miss you sistaahh!!:P) and she's going for a briefing tml... :/ sighs. didn't really communicate with her A LOT these days.. she seems so busy with school and yeah you-know. hahar.. ANYWAY so it's been a week since i didn't talk to that old man &lt;s&gt;of mine&lt;/s&gt;. weee!! i'M GLAD WE DIDN'T TALK FOR FUCKING SAKE. WOOOOOO!!! =p=P *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight i'm outta here. seeya tomorrow. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106346730701351678?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106346730701351678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106346730701351678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346730701351678' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106344164199752878</id><published>2003-09-13T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T16:27:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new haircut just now, before tt met my friend to pass him his english shit. blah. and he almost followed me to the barber. ARSEHOLE. don't you have better things to do, man? x_X the queue was pretyy long, had to wait for 10 mins.. blah. got home, took a shower and came here. woo. x) im gonna do my homework and maybe revise a bit? lols. hardcore revision for my sciences man. *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106344164199752878?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106344164199752878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106344164199752878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106344164199752878' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106337962074415780</id><published>2003-09-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:16:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same which i'm glad of. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Sophian -something which's better in pronounciation and meaning- :P i hate my old man's name. it freakin sux. no offence. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)&lt;br /&gt;Cos my old man adored some Indonesian artist(whatever crap) and ACTUALLY wanted to name me after the artist's name.... and my gramps(love you) came to RESCUE!!! yipee. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?&lt;br /&gt;Nice names: Shaun, Mikhail, Jason, Jeremy, sharon, fiona(and more and more)&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, Syful, Nora and Tasha ;) - asian/malay names&lt;br /&gt;HATED names: none at the moment. heh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's SO true. well part of it. but yeah i kinda agrees with it, actually. this part : "Although you are easily offended by others, you do not show it.". SOO true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106337962074415780?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106337962074415780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106337962074415780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337962074415780' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106337783477490103</id><published>2003-09-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T22:43:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle : we didn't watch any movie.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at some mrt station.. to my delight, i saw JACKSON(sp?) &amp; FAZELAH!!!? lols. are they going out together as in you know..? =P er whatever, i'm not really interested in their shit. so don't give infos about their stuffs. =X took a train and reached Orchard. btw i saw Damian Xiao on the way to DG mrt station. :/ lols. he looked kinda like a rich boy.. :P upon reaching the station, walking out of the place, some guy asked me to donate some money.. so i actually don't want cos I'M A BROKE PERSON, argh! but my friends were like.. "okay since you're the "richest" you 'help' us donate".. ah whatever. so i took out my wallet and saw a freaking 5 bucks. one donation thingy = 2 bucks. so i was like "you got any change?" and he told me.. "why don't you donate 4 bucks instead?" i almost gasped. lols. yeah i was KIND enough(mark my words) to actually donate 4 bucks(=2 donation made) and he said "bye bye" lols. it was a cute one, i'll say. :p and for freaking sake, i'm NOT GAY! haha. i'm STRAIGHT(right pepper? :P) so.. went to Far EAst.. two of my friends were complaining about how far it was from Takashimaya &gt;.&lt; i don't think it's far.. just that if you're alone and you're going to Far East and you're at Cineleisure, that'll be FAR. :D i'm CRAPPING. bought some tshirts(2 plain ones and a red shirt with some shitty stuff on it) the tshirts FIT on me and they  look somehow like some s-kat-&lt;em&gt;MUTHAFUCK&lt;/em&gt;-ers's stuffs. eeks. that's why i don't really love going to Far East; they tend to like promote mutherSKAfucKERS stuffs. x_X bought a bag(maybe i'm going to use for school, maybe not).. i kinda attracted to the salesgirl, she's one down-to-earth girl. and we seems to kinda get along well?she's quite *ahem* with pierced ears.. and we met before last time during the 1-month holidays(i bought a bag at the same place too).. she's really cool. i shoulda ask for her number.. *blushes* :P lols. &lt;br /&gt;Went to BK to eat my fav meal(lovely mushroom swiss meal, yummyyyy) :P a lot of eye candies.. har.. i felt like vomitting when i ate the last piece of fries. &gt;.&lt; maybe i'm sick of eating that meal? =X anyway went to Cineleisure, to find out that the arcade actually was under renovation.. shucks. went to PS for some arcade shit. it was boring. o_O i'm not a arcade-type-of-person. so was like basically accompanying my friends, that's all. wanted to go Sentosa(haha, freaking sunset) but in the end we didn't. too tired. =X went back home by the same lane.. it look freaky scary at night.. eeks. haharr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, watched some telly. and did some of my homework. maybe tomorrow gonna meet my friend for the english shit and also maybe cut my freaking hair? ARGH. school's back.. and EOYs most importantly. x_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106337783477490103?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106337783477490103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106337783477490103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337783477490103' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106333403367554876</id><published>2003-09-12T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:44:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD please don't let it rain... PLEASE &gt;.&lt; i don't want them to cancel the hangout we're having in the afternoon. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit[1.39PM]: it has stopped raining for G sake. :] though one of my friends actually backed out, i managed to bring along another friend. =P lols. i hope he will change his mind though, i REALLY wanna watch movie for F sake! *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106333403367554876?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106333403367554876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106333403367554876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333403367554876' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106327013112039717</id><published>2003-09-11T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T16:57:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afternoon peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oral went pretty fine, i suppose. :) though i really suck at my picture conversation &gt;.&lt; eeks! i reached school at around 10 +am.. a lot of people at the canteen, when everybody goes up, i went up. lols. :P went to my class, took a seat and was like thinking of what to say during my oral. =X i was happily smsing pepper in the classroom.. lols. and yi xiang's hp actually rung. &gt;.&lt; lols. anyway soon, my turn was up, i went to the seat infront of the teacher(i'm telling you all the things that happened xD)... i start my reading; it was ... =X "embarassed" turned into "embarassment" lols. :P i dunnoe how the fuck i actually mis-pronounced it, but argh yeah. the picture convo: i kinda lost for words when i THINK i describe every single shit on the picture... and the conversation part; i think i passed it... the teacher asked about some outings that i had in my school life.. so i talked about WEATHER RANGER, i talked about how FUN it is and etc. it was kinda exciting to tell the examiner about it. but again i lost for words. x_X argh! and the examiner actually said "oh okay.. and ?" lols. :P maybe i failed it *shrugs* but I HOPE I PASS. =D after the whole thang, the examiner told me my weak/good points... from the sound of it, i think i pass? *cross fingers* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went out of the school with some good friends. o_O and fooled around. wanted to study... and being me, i told them i was HUNGRY. eeeks. =P lols. okay, typical me i know... and one of them actually said "THAT'S ONE REASON WHY I DON'T LIKE TO BRING YOU ALONG"... *stabs him* he's a bad doode. harr... ARSEHOLE. you were the one who actually called me when i was having my nap yesterday asking about whether we can have a study group thingy. !!!!!!!!! lols. moved to like different places cos some of the places we wanted to study at were occupied or surrounded by some gangs or unhygienic people. went to a mall, to EAT!! wooo. xD i love it, man. we ate at KFC, made a fool outtaselves(er.. maybe it's just me who made a fool of out of myself, not the WHOLE group? lol), ate some chicken(yummy). did one pathetic question of the chem workbook. ARGH! we can never do study group shit alright. i bet YA! har. so after one of us actually commented that we actually broke the promise of studying not fooling around... so we went to roam around the mall. in the end went home. and uh oh i revealed one of the darkest secret to  my friend. oops. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's slippers were thrown or let's say were being fooled around with yesterday's night/early morning(1+am?).. when i walked out of the block, i saw a similar pair of slippers my mum would wear to wet market, near the void deck... so i called my sister(she had afternoon shift - hospital attachement) about it... and when i got home minutes ago.. my mum got freaked out. x_X what's ACTUALLY happening!!!? scary residents.. eeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106327013112039717?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106327013112039717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106327013112039717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106327013112039717' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106320781550675320</id><published>2003-09-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T23:32:18.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bored. finally got my ass to do some hols homework; i did some english stuffs which to great delight, i finished all!!! what an accomplishment!! i thought i could never do my homework until the very last minute.. but i proved myself wrong anyway. :/ some of the articles i couldn't really understand(about finance/economy what shit) so i just copied [like noone's business] the whole chunk and put it for my summary. :]&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared about the oral i'm having tomorrow. you guys hafta cross your damn fingers for me aiight? YOU HAVE TO. or else.. =X lols. im kidding. and i hope there won't be any staying back after school for batik or what shit cos i can't be arsed to(is it the deadline next week? omg &gt;.&lt;) and some of my friends actually for FUCKING SAKE made up some group study shit tomorrow after the oral thing... =X i hope it's fun, i'm just gonna bring my ass, my chem textbk and maybe my .... [you know lols]... i hope i can wake up early tomorrow, judging at the time i woke up today(11+am) *gasps* :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106320781550675320?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106320781550675320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106320781550675320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320781550675320' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106312093091178345</id><published>2003-09-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T23:22:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with pepper just now.. it was short as she had some more-impt matters on hand. =b lols. it was weird for us to hang out together as it's been some DONKEY years since we last do that. =/ we only met for a coupla' hrs. it seems so short. &lt;strong&gt;"happy moments are as short-lived as a sunset"&lt;/strong&gt; i'll be sleeping early tonight.. i'm really nervous about the english oral thingy this thursday :/ eeks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106312093091178345?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106312093091178345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106312093091178345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312093091178345' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106308521086017649</id><published>2003-09-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:26:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The remedial i had just now was pretty enjoyable. :) not that i changed my opinion of maths just that i aimed to pass for this coming EOY. :) wish me luck. thanks dinnie! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. yeah. BORED. i'd nothing to do at home now... i really want to watch a movie or something, really badly! urgh. probably gonna sms my friends about it? lols. =P alright, i'll know what's the outcome alreafy, judging from the weather. :[ *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106308521086017649?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106308521086017649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106308521086017649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308521086017649' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106303254641456904</id><published>2003-09-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T22:49:06.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew i'll still be talking to &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; if i weren't rude that day. but it all had happened. so i dun give a damn. i mean if &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; don't do the things that i despise, probably i'll give a little bit of respect but now, HELL NO! i know i'm harsh but what's the point of respecting someone when &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; actually harms your health by doing &lt;em&gt;his thang&lt;/em&gt;. it ain't a big deal if we don't communicate with each other. somehow i think it's even more better if we don't communicate. &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; said i lacked of manners, well do &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; think he actually lacked of one? the way &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; treated this person's family members and all? the way &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; treated my gramps during the old days when i'm more physically/mentally attached to my gramps rather to &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt;? i dared to say that i loved my gramps than i adore &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt;. if i were to be stuck in a room with &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt;, i'll rather die. I SWEAR. i hated the way &lt;em&gt;this person&lt;/em&gt; acts, &lt;em&gt;this person's &lt;/em&gt;ego and all. pisses me off. in total, the word i have for you is hatred. and forever it'll be in my heart for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106303254641456904?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106303254641456904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106303254641456904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303254641456904' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106301867752731790</id><published>2003-09-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:58:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! &lt;br /&gt;Just got home, it was one tiring "outing" with my mum. :)&lt;br /&gt;We met up(we don't want it to be seen as we want to go out together.. cos of the old man, so we met up at diff time) at a block near my house(can't be seen from any windows of my house) :P we went to the nearest mall cos my mum needs the toilet. :/ after tt, took a bus to the MRT station and board the train heading to CCK. we dropped at Jurong and changed trains(hella confusing) and finally dropped at JP. :) we went to the basement, settled down. ate chicken rice(lame right?).. after tt, we went around the foodcourt and saw my mum's favorite dish.. so.. she ACTUALLY went to buy the rice+the dish+other dishes. lols. even though she's quite full after eating the chicken rice. =/ haha. i bought some chinese-influenced dish. really yumm. =P after tt, roamed around bought some &lt;strong&gt;ginseng yellow(the yellow flower thingy) tea.. &lt;/strong&gt; i dunnoe how the hell to spell the flower thingy, it's in yellow, btw. ;] so sat down.. saw this SOAP SHOP. very cool. harr.. a lot of eye candies here and also a lot of the same-race. =/ i dun really like to window-shop where there're a lot of the same-race as me. and I'M NOT A RACIST. i just don't like it. :X went to board train to Clementi. my mum need the toilet when we're boarding the train, dropped at Lakeside's mrt washroom. ARGH. only got temp ladies washroom.:/ had to resort using tt, it was near the open field. :X lols. went back... reached Clementi. saw some Clementi Town Sec people, look very lame. :/ no offence. har. Took a bus.. to another place. ate some desserts. and bought some malay stuffs. went back.. took two buses.. and finally reach home. i'm HUNGRY. :P anyone? lols. i hope the sandwich i bought early morning and the malay stuffs i bought can last me for dinner. :/ hahar.. anyway i gtg. TV TIME. and maybe some revision? :) maybe. lols. laters!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106301867752731790?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106301867752731790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106301867752731790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106301867752731790' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106298960070604057</id><published>2003-09-08T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T10:55:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling rather weird; it's already 8am.. and suprise suprise. =D it's the holiday not another fucking school day. *grins* LOL. it was really crappy anyway. har! :P&lt;br /&gt;I went out buy some malay breakfast, 7-11's instant sandwich and a smash hits magazine. :) pretty satisfying actually. =D probably i'm gonna go out with my mum.. i dunnoe where the hell we going to but i'm sure it's gonna be fun!!! =P lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved tennis, &lt;a href="http://usopen.org/en_US/news/reports/2003-09-07/200309071062975275429.html" target="_blank"&gt;roddick won&lt;/a&gt; and yeah was hoping for &lt;a href="http://usopen.org/en_US/news/articles/2003-09-06/200309061062906377295.html" target="_blank"&gt;clijsters to win&lt;/a&gt;... :/ it was one awesome tennis competition!!! :P and please FOR F sake i don't know how to play tennis, i'm just a fan of tennis a fricking young one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you old man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106298960070604057?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106298960070604057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106298960070604057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298960070604057' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106294880223249685</id><published>2003-09-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:33:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i'm now had passed the survivor test thingy of not using the puter. yay. :P:P&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day watching TV and do some crappy shits. =X it's sure pure slacking i tell ya. lols. in the morning, i made fried rice myself. and it taste like HELL alright. i cooked the rice a lil' hard. :( and when every ingredients had been put, i realised tt i put a TOO little salt :'( so in the end had to eat ALL the rice by myself. =X watched the tv, was barely switching channels.. nothing interesting.. watch HOT CHICK, pretty crappy as i had watched tt like the 3rd time alright. xD so took like a short nap... with the door closed(i can't be arsed to look at that faggot's face heh)... woke up. watched a bit of tennis, the news, blahblahblah. spent the time listening to vaneesa(sp?) carlton cd, pretty nice especially if you're really feeling down... i love her music/cd. x) heh.&lt;br /&gt;My sister had to disturb my sleep when she asked me for the cellphone charger(which my elder bro had bring to work just now).. and here i am SERETLY using the puter. :P heh. *sshh* tomorrow gona be another boring day i bet. =X&lt;br /&gt;Nites...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106294880223249685?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106294880223249685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106294880223249685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106294880223249685' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106282948749069293</id><published>2003-09-06T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:59:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is fun. being stuck at home, doing nothing; just pure slacking. heh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister changed cell phones with me; &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,36266,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;hers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,36171,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;mine&lt;/a&gt;.. lols. i will always prefer my phone anytime, man. :D she's staying over at my gramps house later after her hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;the girls&lt;/strong&gt;. :P and i will be at home stuffing myself with CHIPS. &gt;.&lt; YUM! i'm gonna entertain myself to the FUCKING core alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i MISS my n6610 phone.. *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106282948749069293?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106282948749069293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106282948749069293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282948749069293' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106274702563970633</id><published>2003-09-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T15:36:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afternoon... how ya'all? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;During physics, my file was confiscated by mr tan(wtf?) cos yee pong was like looking at my file.. blahblah. got it back at the end of the lesson. so yipee. lol. he kinda' help me cos he was the cause of my file gotten confiscated. heh. i did my malay presentation(thanks iqah ;]); it was pretty sucky actually. i read EVERYTHING off the screen which makes my presentation boring unlike ashwin's and all. ARGH. i hate myself! to the corE! math lesson was such a bore, i was yawning(yeah almost every day without fail), i'll yawn. uh huh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;CME was quite alright.. they was like using me.. cos everything i do.. like i bought the board.. AND now they want me to bring it back. &gt;.&lt; I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. the graduating pupils are having listening compre and they MIGHT use our class i guess.. and the board will be confiscated. =X the reason why i don't want to bring the damn board home cos i 'm already bringing back 10 &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; boards home(my prep art coursework stuffs) and my damn heavy bag( we had to bring everything that we dumped under the table home cos of some N/O-Levels shit).. so i DIDN'T. i'm stubborn, kill me if you want. ;]&lt;br /&gt;After school, i saw eugene and decided to go home with him... talked crap... and out of sudden, i said "why don't we go to ???? mall?" so he was like "see first" after much persuasion, we did go. :) i ate &lt;strong&gt;mushroom swiss meal&lt;/strong&gt;(again) i still love it. muahh!! =P sometimes it's good to be a student as you'll get discounts at fast-food restaurants. x_X after eating for like 30 mins-40mins, we walked around the mall and yeah basically chit-chatted. blah. went to buy some breads(omg, i think i'm not going to have them as my dinner as my mummy had cooked my fav dish for dinner, woaah) so probably i'm going to eat them once i finish bloggin'. o_O Went home by a cab, it cost my freaking 4.90 bucks.. i'm BROKE now. *runs off to the money tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever ask my about my progress marks or i'll stab you with a knife and I MEAN IT. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106274702563970633?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106274702563970633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106274702563970633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106274702563970633' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106268301429892419</id><published>2003-09-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:43:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. i don't remember having any homework that needs to be handed up tomorrow. oh well. tomorrow is already friday. last week of term 3. after the 1wk holidays... 3-4 more weeks and it's already the exams. time passes so fast, i guess. sucky. i'm PROBABLY doing my work revision this holidays, i can't be aRSED to. but i NEED to. really. so i betta get my ass and start working.. heh. wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that i ate my dinner with my hands... my blue-ish hands... &amp;^!@#$%* &gt;.&lt; well, i HOPE it's poisonous so that i can die faster. x_X hehe. *winks* i can't seems to wash away the damn marks OFF my hands.. someone help me? you have to. aRGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106268301429892419?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106268301429892419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106268301429892419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268301429892419' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106267365334318133</id><published>2003-09-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:07:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i come! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so exhausted. spent like the whole afternoon after school in the art room doing my batik; tiring alright. :( i waxed like some retarded person, thus leaving me like SOOO many cracks after i dyed it. =( *sobs* it sux alright. ARGHHHHHHH... now i felt so not satisfied with my batik.. :'( it fucking sarks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went home with my friend.. lols. he's a nice friend, btw. really nice one. harr.. spent like the whole journey home talking CRAP. woo. xD&lt;br /&gt;School was alright.. english; we did some practice about the picture presentation(english oral).. quite boring. humanities lesson was quite drag. though mr paul's joke was really corny. =X harr.. my maths teacher(aka cme/form teacher) didn't come so we have 2 free periods. basically i did my malay homework(which is to great delight that i actually brought it to skl) yeah basically clears the mess under the table.. and spent like the remaining time left doing crappy stuffs. what a long day. my fingers are now all blueish-black cos i dyed in my batik in reveria blue.. and ta-dah! sore fingers. =X lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106267365334318133?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106267365334318133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106267365334318133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106267365334318133' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-10625835628580633</id><published>2003-09-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T18:06:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Sex: MALE.&lt;br /&gt;2. Location now : my own room. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you wish on stars?: hell no.&lt;br /&gt;4. Which finger is your favorite?: my thumb. heh.&lt;br /&gt;5. When did you last cry?: i dont' cry. well, i cry when i yawn. count? NO? lols. =P&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like your handwriting?: like fucking NO? =X&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite lunch meat?: ermm.. i love potatoes.. fried with some onions and egg? yummy. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;8. Any bad habits?: biting nails and pen...&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your most embarrassing CD on the shelf?: hmmm.. can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you a daredevil?: er?&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to?: yes, i suck, i know. =b&lt;br /&gt;12. Do looks matter?: HELL NO aiight. looks are just for temporary. :) remember that.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid?: haha yes obviously... many times..&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?: urh.. lame.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do fish have feelings?: yes... lols. no idea, actually.&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you trendy?: no&lt;br /&gt;17. How do you release anger?: i cuss.. =X&lt;br /&gt;18. Where are your second homes?: no second home please. for my mum's sake. :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you trust others easily?: yea kinda'.&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favorite toy as a child?: hmmm.. toys? *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;21.What class in school do you think is totally useless?: none.. :)&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever been on radio or television?: don't think so.. :/ har.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a journal?:nope.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: yes definitely.. i used it more offline. lols.=P&lt;br /&gt;25 Have you ever been in a mosh pit?: what's that??&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you look for in a guy/girl?: well.. can't think of any.. *thinks of pepper*&lt;br /&gt;27. Your nickname?: =X dunoe.&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you bungee?: NO. i scared i will die.. i wanna live.. aiight.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: NO. lazyass. :)&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you worried about right now?: my hp bills and my batik deadline. =X&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you ever wear a g-string?: ----&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think that you are strong?: kind of?&lt;br /&gt;33. What's your favorite color?: green.&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your least fav. thing in the world?: stucked-ups and skaters.&lt;br /&gt;35. How many wisdom teeth do you have?: what the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you in love w/ anyone?: *sssh*&lt;br /&gt;37. How many people have a crush on you right now?: how would i know?&lt;br /&gt;38. How many people do you have a crush on right now?: plenty.. :)&lt;br /&gt;39. Who do you miss most right now?: my gramps, 2nd:pepper. lols. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from this &lt;a href="http://www.rahsia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;babey&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. =b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-10625835628580633?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/10625835628580633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/10625835628580633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10625835628580633' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106258116412458360</id><published>2003-09-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T17:31:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty guys. i can't be arsed to make a new layout so a reused layout suppose? heh. =P&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright.. pretty boring. x) i'll say. waxed my batik.. for like almost 2 hrs? u will think it's easy, chicken-feet? but it's really not alright. it's HARD WORK. and i really hope to dye in the 2nd color tomorrow, after school. looks like i won't be going home with my friend.. :'( lols. maybe after dyeing the 2nd color, i go home? =X see first &lt;em&gt;bah&lt;/em&gt;. but i REALLY don't feel like coming to skl tml... &lt;em&gt;*sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was a lil' boring. and when the bell rung, she told us there'll be a 20-mins chemistry thingy after skl.. like wtf? ARGHH.. cos i'd already promise my friend tt i'll be going home with him.. ergh. so was so devastated... ya so-called. anyway malay lesson; did some crappy letter-exchanging thingy.. blah. stayed back for the chem thingy.. vereeh short. almost 1/2 of da class didn't turn up.. so disappointing.. ARGH.  after tt, saw my friend. went like around the skl and we finally settle at the street soccer thingy. was very hot... mr sunny, you sucks. =X saw some of my friends playing and some of them were "cheering" ya right. the basketball suckers were playing... i saw some of other schools' like ai tong(wtf?) in our skl too. personally, i don't like the basketball people. no offence. x)&lt;br /&gt;Probably i'm going out later to buy the board for CME. but well i'm feeling frickin' lazy?? how? =( &lt;br /&gt;You guys had probably know that ydae i didn't come for gavel... and had a "speech" by qian bei... urgh=/ whatever... can't be bothered. AP. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frickin' hot now.. i'm feeling the heat coming from the sun.. (the puter is beside the pc and even though i closed the windows, the sun rays still can come in.. blah).... *fans myself*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106258116412458360?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106258116412458360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106258116412458360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106258116412458360' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762280.post-106257959347566886</id><published>2003-09-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T16:59:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. XD&lt;br /&gt;my new blogsite. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762280-106257959347566886?l=track11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106257959347566886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762280/posts/default/106257959347566886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://track11.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106257959347566886' title=''/><author><name>Sophian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239412129194212903</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></entry></feed>
