<?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-6581830</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:31:03.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. sKaRr04 .</title><subtitle type='html'>Me Me Me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581830.post-109793304186811382</id><published>2004-10-16T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T21:24:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Young Ha Sae Yo! So long neber update. Been busy with I don't know what. So Euphoria took place one week ago. HAISH!!!! The memories..... Read about Euphoria at my sister's blog. I'm too lazy to update about it. Everything about 8th and 9th October is memorable. On 8th October, I skipped Internet Programming practical just to meet Shinhwa at the airport. Then on 9th October, it was Euphoria. I saw Shinhwa at such a close range. After Euphoria, we immediately rushed to the airport. Oh the dancers and how I was so fucking stunned when I saw Shinhwa walking towards me. Haiz.. Everything will be sweet memories to me.. I love Shinhwa.. They are the first international artist I've ever met. SHINHWA ROCKS!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my computer has been a bitch. I'm thinking of upgrading it. Then just now, my father told me to wait a bit more because he's going to buy a new computer for me. I thought he was going to give the new one to one of my sisters but don't know ah. I rather use this old one. Sweet sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming. Boo!! Ramadhan started yesterday. I'm surviving. Hmm.. I've received my ITP placement. AT CLEMENTI LOOP. MACAM SIAL. GRRRR.. but never mind. Javen and Dexter, my 2 scholar friends, will be going to the same company as me. At least have friends. My company is Telechoice Pte Ltd. And my pay is only $420. Asshole siak. I am so underpaid. But what the heck. If I combine it with my scholarship money, I'll be getting $920 in all. Better than nothing right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll be going on a hiatus until my computer is ok again. So.. until then, if there's anything, just contact me through my hps. Maybe I'm changing my line soon. If that happens, I'll sms all of you the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamat Berpuasa to all and Happy exam period! mUAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109793304186811382?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109793304186811382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109793304186811382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109793304186811382' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109708393404074634</id><published>2004-10-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:32:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy!!!!!!!! Oh gosh. I have such wonderful friends around me! I love all of you!!!! I really really do!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, heh heh! was my... BIRTHDAY!!! muahahahahahaha!!!!! Officially turn 18. So now, I can buy cigarettes!!! AhaKZ!!! If they ask for my IC, I will slam it at the counter!!! ahakz!!!!! *siao tingtong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person who wished me happy birthday was.... AILIAN!!!! Thank you ailian!!!! I really really appreciate it!!!! Your birthday coming oso worx!!!! :D ;D Then later, HERLINA MESSAGED ME!!!! OMG You don't know how happy I was!!!!!! She remembered it!!!!! I was so touched!!!!!! I'm such a bad fren seh cos I didn't remember her birthday!!! argh!!!!! I will remember it next year!!! I promise!!!! Then in the morning, I was woken up by an sms. My 2nd sister had messaged me while she was in school!!! she and her ah bear message!! so irritating but still!!!! I appreciate it!!!!! then who ah.. ah!!! my mother!!!!! after cleaning up, I went online then mengkiat aka fishy aka crabby aka starmex boy messaged me online!!! that boy ah!!! irritatingg!!!!!!!! after wishing me happy birthday, he told me to look out of my window. I was like eh??? how he know where my house???? then i asked him why lah.. You know what he said????? He said look out of the window because he just shoot some fireworks for me!!! WHATTTT ONLY! STARMEX!!!!!!!!! Starmex aka cold aka lame joke... -_-"""""" mengkiat hor!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sch, sufi wished me happy birthday.. then i received an sms from YA LI!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!! My register number 3 girl. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! she had been register no. 3 and me register no. 4 for 4 years in hai sing!!!!! wahahahahahahaha!!! same class for 4 years and same register number for 4 years!!! irritating hor?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Then sec 3 oso we took the same combination. DNT &amp; History!!! muahahahahahahaha!!!! I miss her sia!!!!! Ya li like to roll her eyes at me!!! muahahahahahahaha!!!!! haiz... sec sch days... sometimes i just miss it so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the end of DS lecture, humairah passed me this bag! know what's inside?????? my present!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she said it was from the chinese girls, mengmeng and her!!!! i was so touched leh!!!! i mean last year they bought me a cake for my birthday and this year, a present!!!!! haix!!!!!!!!! Love them to bits!!!! then during maths tutorial, i think ailian told mrs cheng that it was my birthday and she wished me happy birthday!!!! haiz!!!!!!! so happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot!!! after DS while we were going to maths tutorial room, we were waiting for humairah to come out of the toilet. exactly opposite the toilet is the lift so we were waiting inside .. then vincent peh hor!!!! he damn irritating!!!! since humairah was taking such a long time in the toilet.. vincent decided to kajiao her! u know what he did?????? he took the dustbin cover and put it infront of the toilet door!!! OMG!!!! you should see how he put!!! so funny siak!!!!!!!!! i laughed so loud till humairah can hear it from inside the toilet. ahahahahahaha!! u all should know how loud i can laugh worx... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, humairah passed me this card and she said it was signed by the class and mrs cheng as well!!! you should see the card!!! SO CUTE!!!!! I love it so much!!!!!!! then at the end of maths tutorial, before we left, the class sang me a birthday song!!!!! haix!!!!! i'm so so so so so so touched!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home smiling all the way lehx... i think ppl in the mrt thought i was siao... ahahahahahahaha!!! when i reached home, i opened the present and the card. i read the card first and i was laughing at how cute my class was!!!!! jason drew a scooter -_-""" and mengkiat wrote the look out the window thingy!!! irritating!!!! then i opened the present and i laughed again!!!!!!!!! haix.. my class hor.. they really know me too well.. they know i lack t-shirts so they bought me a shirt with the number 06 at the side!!!! hahahahahaha!!!!!!! first time leh someone not my mother bought me a shirt. ahahahahahahaha!!!! yah... my mother still buy my shirts... lol.. i just can't be bothered ler.. that's why u see i wear those kind of shirts.. hahahahahah!!! but nice to wear leh.. =P yah and the shirt they bought.. it FITS!!!!!!!!!muahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!  I LURVEEEEEE MY Classss!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot!!!!! FA messaged me while i was in the train!!!! muahahahahaha!!! ass. he remembered it!! ahahahahahaha!!!!!! thanks for the birthday wish!!!! and oh!! my mother had given me a red packet -_-"" before i left for school in the morning.. when i look inside, wah lao!!! so shocked seh!!! i didn't expect to receive that kind of amount lor!!!!! the red packet was from my mother, brother and 2 sisters.. but i got a lot leh!!!! siao!!!!!! so not expected!!!! my mother had cooked all the nice nice food for me oso!!!!!! she made epok2, pulut kuning, chicken curry and egg salad for my birthday!!!!!!!!!! so nice!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father bought me a cake!!!! standard... he buys the cake for everyone's birthday.. lol!!!!!!!  i don't like cake so much so buy the small small one was enough!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the cake and the cake almost toppled!!! muahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! funny siak.. then my 1st sister came home and wished me happy birthday!!! ahahahahahahahaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooooooooo happy!!!!!! i really don't ask for much in life.. i just hope to be remembered that's all.. and even if u can't give me a present(which i swear i wasn't expecting from anyone!!!!!!), all i ask for is a birthday wish... and to all those who did wish me happy birthday.. i just want to say THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!! I love today! I love my class!!!! Oh!! to my class!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! For the present and for the card!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! I love all my friends!!!!! and i love all of you who remembered!!!!! muahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! I'm sorry if i had forgotten to mention anyone's name..... but if u did wish me happy birthday, then.. I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!! Haix... What a nice way to celebrate your birthday.. with wonderful friends and family.. it was a great way to celebrate my 18th birthday.. :D I'm 18. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!? I AM SOOOOOOOOO 18!!!!!! whee heee!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109708393404074634?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109708393404074634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109708393404074634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109708393404074634' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109694756150026562</id><published>2004-10-05T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:43:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! I was freaking busy last week so I couldn't be bothered to update my blog. Sorry lah eh. Nothing much to update actually. Been busy with assignments and assignments. So today, I've officially already completed my ICPRO, NSM and DS assignment. I'm left with INTPRG. DCF PBIL is over. SO.. ONLY LEFT INTPRG!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?? I'm going to Euphoria this Saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENT: EUPHORIA 04&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIZER: Tiger Beer&lt;br /&gt;EVENT MGMT: Ideaholic Event Marketing&lt;br /&gt;VENUE: Padang Field&lt;br /&gt;DATE: 9th October/ 5pm onwards till late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTISTES: Palmy (Thailand), Lena Park, Shinhwa (Korea), Machi (TW), Shin (TW), All 4 One (USA), Michael Learns To Rock (Denmark), Zetan Spore (UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aardvark Records is pleased to confirm that Zetan Spore will be the headlining act at Euphoria 2004; sponsored by the Singapore based premium lager brand Tiger Beer. The music marathon concert will be held on 9th October at the Padang field to mark Tiger Beer’s 50th anniversary. Tiger Beer proudly presents this unprecedented outdoor music concert - the first of its kind and scale in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zetan Spore will perform in front of an estimated 10,000 strong crowd. The British-based hard dance / hard trance duo will share the stage with International and Asian Stars. Confirmed acts include Thailand’s fast rising diva PALMY and top K-pop R &amp; B princess from Korea LENA PARK. Hardcore Korean boy band SHINHWA, chart-topping Taiwanese Hip Hop group MACHI, Taiwanese Rock Sensation SHIN, American popsters ALL4ONE and the Danish rock group MICHAEL LEARNS TO ROCK will also be performing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZETAN SPORE will be performing their brand of hard trance and progressive house tracks, with lashings of tribal rhythms and psychedelic flavours which have made them such a groundbreaking and popular act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aardvark Records’ Director of Marketing &amp; Promotions, Alessandro di Savoia, commented: "This is one of those moments a relatively new independent record label always remembers; seeing an act you’ve nurtured and supported going global. With live studio broadcasts in America organized by the NCIAA and TrakHeadz, international live PA dates under way and now a headlining performance at such a massive event like Euphoria – we can truly say that Zetan Spore have emerged on the global dance scene. We’re proud of what Ian and Mark Hasdell from Zetan Spore have achieved. Recognition of their talent has been slow in coming. It has certainly been well worth the wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zetan Spore’s current album, "Burn Up", has been a success with on-line music buyers via digital distribution services like eMusic and iTunes. The singles "Burn Up", "Cascade Reaction" and "Hyperdrive" have been hotting up dance radio stations worldwide and have been generating interest from music supervisors for film, television and advertising projects. Demand by DJs for vinyl has outstripped supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marked as "ones to watch" by some of America’s most respected dance press, 2004 has proven to be a groundbreaking year for Zetan Spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!! Apparently, it's organised by Tiger Beer so the people going there will have to be 18 years old. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I will be 18 by then. *grins* LUCKY SIAK!!! Can meet Shinhwa!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Siao.. I think my sister will faint when she meets them.. or maybe ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Believe it or not but I'm meeting those guys in my blog background picture this Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINHWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've nothing to do for next week's DS practical... Boring.. want to skip cannot.. NSM in the morning must go.. BODOH. Oh. Adam is in love, NOT. He's out of love. THen he's in again. WHATTTTT ONLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pape lah eh. I've lost track of the girls you like. Mcm dpt satu tak cukup gitu. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109694756150026562?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109694756150026562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109694756150026562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109694756150026562' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109630110649233706</id><published>2004-09-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:05:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER EVER FALL IN LOVE WITH HAI SING GUYS, BE IT EX OR CURRENT HAI SIANS. OMG THEY CAN BE SO SWEET BUT WHEN THEY HURT YOU, THEY WILL HURT YOU LIKE FUCK...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Marlia.. and oh!!! I think i'm related to her. my sister says its possible. weird siak! the things that i find out from being kpo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH IDIOT!!!! WHY THE TOOT DID YOU POST UP MY CONVERSATION WITH YOU?! Giler seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109630110649233706?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109630110649233706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109630110649233706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630110649233706' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109585873256964155</id><published>2004-09-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:12:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgot to mention...mrs cheng, my maths lecturer and tutorial lecturer was very nice today... when i had went up to her to ask how to do a tutorial question, she saw how sick i was. then she wanted to take the pencil from my hand and she accidentally felt my hand instead. then she hold my hand. she said i felt so cold. yah true.. i was freezing.. shivering like mad.. she got worried.. earlier on, she had asked if i had taken my lunch.. i told her i havent.. after feeling how cold i was, she was almost like panicking. she told my class to give me a piece of chocolate. she wanted so badly for me to eat something. i ate a mentos ailian gave me. haiz.. maths.. maths.. sometimes i hate it so much.. sometimes i will actually enjoy doing it.. sometimes i will cry over it.. sometimes i will smile at it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109585873256964155?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109585873256964155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109585873256964155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585873256964155' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109585795808267784</id><published>2004-09-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:59:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talking to vincent in msn now.. so long nvr see that guy in school.. he said he overslept for 3 days.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning when i woke up, i felt my whole world spinning. i thought i was going to die! i couldn't balance myself. i was walking as if i was drunk! serious tak bedek! when i closed my eyes, i could feel that my eyes were warm. when i close my eyes, i could feel myself spinning. i was having this huge terrible terrible to the power of infinity migraine! and it won't go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to take a taxi to sch. tak boleh tahan.. but i hanged on. the day was hot pulak tu! i feel cold but my body feels hot! i was shivering in the hot sun but my head feels as if it's on fire!!!!! can u just imagine that!!! urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mrt, i usually sit in the middle of the rows of seat. not the cabin u know. the mrt seats are in rows right? i would usually sit in the middle but today, i sat at the corner. i wanted to rest my head on the glass panel. and rest i did. i fell asleep many times and end up jerking my head up when i woke up. how to describe ah? u know it was like those kind of ppl who sleeps in the mrt. they will jerk their head up when they suddenly wake up. yah it happened to me just now. and i banged my head several times AGAINST THE GLASS PANEL. SHEESH!!!! when i reached dover, my eyes felt as if they were on fire! i swear i almost went home. when i stood up, i almost blacked out. i couldn't even stand straight. i felt my head spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS lecture. tried my very best to focus. i looked ok but only i will know how bad my migraine was affecting me. i tried my best not to faint in school. wait very troublesome. end of ds lecture. maths tutorial next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs cheng was already in the room. she returned our papers one by one according to the name list. as usual, i was the second last. i waited and waited and waited. i could feel my fever going up. i was freezing. i was shivering inside but i didn't want to show it. i closed my eyes and placed my head on the table. my eyes felt warm again. i swear i almost died while waiting! the anticipation of getting back my paper AND my being sick was KILLING ME BY THE MINUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she called out my name. i dragged myself to her. i stared hard at the marks she had written on the first page. i didn't understand her handwriting. 63? 57? she was looking through my paper, looking at the mistakes i had made. "aiyoyoi.. wasted.." "you missed out this one" "blah blah blah".. her voice was going softer and softer in my head. i was still staring at my marks. then i looked at the attendance list where she had writen all of our marks. 93? i stared again at the attendance list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs cheng: "ok 93. well done" &lt;br /&gt;me: (staring at my marks) "really ah?"&lt;br /&gt;mrs cheng: "you don't want i take back"&lt;br /&gt;me: "eh i want!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i walked back to my seat, staring at my paper. 93/100. MATHS. &lt;b&gt;93/100. MATHS.&lt;/b&gt; DO YOU HEAR ME TALKING? I SCORED A FRIGGING 93/100 for MATHS. The subject that i cried the most for. the subject that i sacrificed most of my nights for. the subject that i FELL SICK FOR! it paid off... all my efforts had paid off. i wanted to cry right there and then but i held back my tears.  then she told us to return our papers back. i walked slowly to her still staring at my paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs cheng: girl you scored so high then u look so sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say "cher.. not sian.. shocked..." but i didn't say it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a taxi home. my migraine was still killing me. taking the mrt WOULD KILL ME. i wanted to reach home as soon as possible. my fever was still rising. i could still feel my head spinning. my eyes were getting warmer. and i was still shocked from my maths results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the journey home in the taxi, i had thought of many things.. how i cried so badly while doing my maths tutorials late at night when everyone else is sleeping.  how i would pray to God to help me tide through my maths. how my friends had helped me so much. how i sacrificed my nights to do my maths tutorial and the past year MST papers again and again. everything paid off. tears were welling in my eyes. i was controlling my tears so badly! never before have i done so well for maths. never.. even for last semester's Maths MST, i scored 90.5 for the paper and 1A Maths is considered easy. and this semester, our maths is equivalent to Maths C but i did it.. i did well.. God must have carried me through my troubled times. He has helped me do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, it was my prayers time. i cried so badly in my prayers. i thanked God again and again for helping me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester has proven my point that if i want to do well and if i put in the effort to do well, i CAN do well.. this is the first time i actually studied weeks before my actual examination(MST in this case..). even for my Os, i had only study the afternoon &amp; the night before my paper. i did well for my Os but I know I could have done better. haiz.. i'm just a frigging lazy bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy to everyone who has helped me do well.. my friends.. humairah and vincent especially.. they have helped me so much for my Maths.. thank you so much.. and i told vincent that time if i pass my maths, i will treat him. so now that i have passed, i will treat him, don't worry. i always keep my promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. MST over.. now time to finish off my assignments.. then the exams.. must do well.. i know i can do it.. i want to do well.. i really really want to do well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109585795808267784?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109585795808267784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109585795808267784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585795808267784' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109578281967307823</id><published>2004-09-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:11:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what happened in school today??? we got back our MST papers. ah kau. it was so the very not the expected. first lesson for the day was NSM and when I entered the classroom, my lecturer was already inside. she was at my table telling that girl to sign her attendance. then she came to me and told me to sign my attendance. then she said "you're doing well ah". if you were there, i think you could have seen question marks floating above my head. usually ICT modules don't release our papers back to us but we did get back our NSM papers today. WOAH! shocked like i've seen a ghost or worse. remember i said i finished the paper in 25mins and i bullshitted most of my stuck questions? guess what? i have just proven that i'm good at bullshitting because i scored a freaking 99/100 for my NSM paper!!! muahahahahahahahahaha!! haiz. that one mark was a freaking careless mistake. but i think even if i did not do that mistake, i would have still scored 99/100. i didn't mention that local user profiles define customized working environment. haiz. i'm good but i'm not the best. that's always the case isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS practical after that. we did our PBIL. ok lah. i'm getting the hang of it. understood more stuff when mr RAMA explained some things to me. hmmmm.. he had already told us of our DS lab test results. i scored 100/100 for that. surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths lecture after that. mrs cheng said we didn't do well. mati lor.. will get back maths paper tomorrow. i'm scared like shit now. went for lunch at KFC. MENG KIAT AH. really sia!!! he was crapping the whole day!!! ish!!!!!!! don't know want to laugh or want to be angry at him!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaahahaha!!! DCF tutorial after lunch. sheesh. another surprise surprise. scored 94/100 for my paper. and guess what?(banyak nah aku nye guess what eh) most of my mistakes were STUPID FRIGGING CARELESS MISTAKES! URGH!!!!! could have scored full marks. *smacks forehead* patrick chow also told us our DCF lab test results. scored 76/100. i expected to FAIL because my WAVEFORM was so VERY THE SALAH! I really don't understand how he mark ah. serious seh! Don't know lah eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTPRG after that. so so so so so so so so disappointed in myself. scored 88/100. i didn't study for INTPRG that's why my marks like *&amp;@)B*&amp;XT )*&amp;#(^&amp;$@#8743. but i should be grateful seriously. i'm doing much better than the rest in my class. haiz. hope they will work harder for the exams. i don't want to see anymore people repeat their modules. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better start doing my assignments. assignments so very the hold much weightage in the overall marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to bebual keling. hahkz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh forgot to mention. watched The Terminal with Mengkiat and Humairah on Monday. Those 2 ah. They suddenly say they want to watch movie after DCF lecture. then i was bored so i joined them as well. freaking funny movie! had a great time with those 2! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109578281967307823?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109578281967307823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109578281967307823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578281967307823' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109560267342304125</id><published>2004-09-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:08:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was at hypernikcrew/hypermelloz's blog when i realised that someone had put pictures of their crew. ah kau! when i came upon this picture, i was like woah! bdk hai sing boleh tahan. i mean, you should see this guy WITH SPECS. he look so freaking different! serious aku tak bedek! ni lah bdk2 hai sing. they will look EXCEPTIONALLY nerdy when still in sec sch. but once graduate.. ah kau! kau tgk lah adi sufyan. jauh beza!!! but this boy.. even when havent graduate, not bad eh! muahahahahahaha! his name is imran. i think last time he was from prps also..one day i will find pictures of him WEARING SPECS. his face so freaking nerdy like dunno what like dat!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/im.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: picture taken from hypernikcrew's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109560267342304125?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109560267342304125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109560267342304125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560267342304125' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109551371205239335</id><published>2004-09-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:21:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! Changed my template. Played around with photoshop today and discovered new techniques. Nice or not i make this skin??? But i think it's a bit too dull right.. like I make Shinhwa look so pale.. LOL.. don't know what color to use.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109551371205239335?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109551371205239335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109551371205239335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109551371205239335' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109542391394611885</id><published>2004-09-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:25:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially SICK!!!!!!!!!! Bodoh seh. Just as i was about to enjoy my short period of happiness after the MST, i freaking fall sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel cold but my body is warm. Get it? hate siak!!!! blrrrrrrr!~!!~!~!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was going to sch today and was waiting for the bus, i saw this one whole freaking group of MATS walking towards the bus stop. They came from the opposite side(my house) and was crossing the bridge to the bus stop towards the PR interchange. AH KAU. ONE WHOLE GANG. and you know how old they are? YOUNGER THAN ME DEFINITELY. i recognise about 2/3 of them as bdk2 Loyang Sec. WHAT SIAK? one whole bunch of them ponteng skolah ke pe? or is it already the exams for LYSS? SHEESH. when they walked past me, satu2 nak step maner nye terror. bodoh nak mampos. out of the 8-10 of them, only one i guess is no longer schling. he had tattoos all over his arm. sheesh. NAK STEP TERROR TAK JADI LARH. and one girl was also with them. AH KAU. muka retak nye retak nak step maner nye minah. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the bus stop minding my fucking business when one of them was calling out to me. so what did i do? BUAT BODOH LAH. who siak want to go over to them? dah lah satu2 lagi muda drp aku beh nak step maner nye besar. ah merepek. sungguh merepek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told u ppl of this incident i had with 2 coral sec boys? k. let's story abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it happened earlier this year. i was going home and was in bus 3 when this 2 malay upper sec coral sec boys boarded the bus as well lah. i sat at my usual seat, the one before the last row of the bus. then before that seat is the 3 seater seat that one kan? so i was sitting there minding my business with my mp3player blasting away as usual. when i blast my music, CONFIRM 100% i CANNOT HEAR ANYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this 2 boys kan, one of them sat beside me while another sat at the 3 seater seat. AT FIRST, i SWEAR i didn't HEAR that BOY talking to me. then when one of the songs ended, and there was a pause to switch from one to next, i FINALLY heard him talking to me. he kept repeating "hi leh kenal2?". ah kau. muka dah lah bodoh. aku tak respond tu sudah lah kan beh maseh nak tanye2 lagi. when he STILL WON'T STOP ASKING ME FOR MY NAME, i turned to him, looked at him from head to toe, and just looked away with a disgusted look on my face. his friend was laughing like FUCK. i heard him saying "terang2 kene reject. dah lah kau".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODOH NYE BDK TAIK. AKU LAGI TUA DRP KAU LAH. BEH NAK KENAL2 EH. MEREPEK BTUL. and i think that boy kan, something is SO FUCKING wrong with his eyes. nak kenal2 ngan aku. HAH. AKU?! ME? Muka aku dah lah merepek nye muka, pakaian pon mcm aper, and he wanted to get to know me?! JOKE OF THE YEAR SIAK. ni lah bdk2 zaman skarang. BODOH NAK MAMPOS. KECIK2 TANAK MAMPOS DA BESAR MENYUSAHKAN ORG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff of that. NSM paper was HAH. i made a record. i completed the paper in 25 mins. KWANGKWANGKWANG! if ppl think that i know all the answers to the questions set, they are SOOOOOOO wrong. muahahahahahahahaha!!!! i bullshit most of answers i got stuck at. for some reason, I JUST COULDN'T BE BOTHERED. i mean i studied like fuck right? so which means, if i still do get stuck at some questions, it means i didn't do a thorough revision correct? so if i didn't BOTHER to CHECK what i had revised, then i don't deserve to do well CORRECT? so in the end, those questions that i got stuck at, i just bullcrap my answers. same went for all the other papers. muahahahahahahaha!! i serious can't wait to get back my papers because i know i will laugh like fuck. i studied like shit and no results will come out of it. YOU WAIT AND SEE. i will complain about what stupid careless shit i have done in the MST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i'm so going to start on my assignments from tmr onwards. NO MORE TIME. SERIOUS AKU TAK BEDEK. and i NEED the 2003 Visual Studio.Net. Does anyone from  my dearest class have it? i lost all my files the other time so pls, have sympathy for me before I CRY INFRONT OF ALL OF YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109542391394611885?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109542391394611885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109542391394611885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109542391394611885' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109534038559470705</id><published>2004-09-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:13:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK.. so Haizad just performed.. I will have to say.. it was a very disappointing performance.. In actual fact, Haizad CAN sing. I mean he HAS THE VOICE but the SINGING technique/style is just SO WRONG. Haix.. Oh and I didn't get to watch Nana performance. My father and his news lah!!!! Then halfway, lucky he don't want to watch anymore. Shirin was good but something was missing. It's like something's just missing.. what da hell are u membebeling fil!?!??!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly was good but she didn't appeal to me much. I don't quite like her singing style. Good voice but i don't think her style is THE ONE for her. hmmm.. i talk as if i'm some pro judge. muahahahahahahaha. the fact that i have been a musician for quite some time now has able me to recognise THE RIGHT pitching. OMG i tell you my ears will prick(correct adjective? salah? whatever?) whenever i hear a bad pitching. people may not realise it but i tell you, i will cringe in horror of bad pitchings. hey i was a timpani player ok!!!!! timpani players need to know the proper tuning and blah.. so... i'm definitely not a TONE DEAF person. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths paper today was.. er... shall not talk about it.. all i can say is the paper was unexpected..in a good way or a bad way is for me to just keep quiet about it.. so tomorrow is the last paper.. wah lao.. this MST feels like THE EXAMS. :( i'm so shagged i tell you!!!! i've been getting people telling me that i look so pale. even just now, i was going to loyang point to buy some things and i met mrs chua, my band conductor, with her daughter just now. even she said that i look so pale. haiz. i havent been sleeping. yah no shyt. even if i do sleep, it will be like less than 1hr. THAT BAD OK. and i sleep when? when i get back from sch. from maghrib(7pm++) to the end of my paper, i would be awake! That's like staying awake for more than 18hrs! TAK BOLEH TAHAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow.. I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. OH GOD. HELP ME PULL THROUGH. and the end of the MST is not a period to HOORAY about. the end of MST marks the TIME TO CHEONG YOUR ASSIGNMENTS PERIOD. GRRR!!!!! Can't wait for this semester to be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have i mentioned that SOMEONE called me EGOISTIC? THAT SOMEONE EVEN SAID IF I WAS A GUY, I WOULD FIT PERFECTLY WITH ALL THE OTHER EGOISTIC MEN OUT THERE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that SOMEONE was implying that my ego is THE SAME as all the MCPs out there. WTF seh. i am so not egoistic. i do have an ego but pls lor! it can't be THAT bad what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^$#@#OI CPEnfiendf 3294p8pu8ep98y2&amp;R$%$!@%!@OUIH p3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Shinhwa's Concert!!! WHEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Soupy snax ppl. AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS SYLVESTER SIM GUY AH. he looks like what but HIS VOICE IS OMG SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD!!! MAT ROCKER! kwangkwangkwang!~~!~!~!~!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so i officially have 3 favourites in tonight's wildcard show. NANA, SHIRIN and SYLVESTER. Haizad is out. Sorry lah brader!! ahahahahahahaha fil siao talking to herself. sheesh!! ask suria sign him on ok? lol!! bastard siak fil!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109534038559470705?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109534038559470705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109534038559470705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109534038559470705' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109525266273767549</id><published>2004-09-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T20:51:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what day tomorrow is?????? GUESS! I WANT YOU TO GUESSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! It's not my birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday in about er 2 to 3 weeks time.. but not tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is in STORE TOMORROW?!?!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY MATHS MST PAPER TOMORROW!! MATILAH FIL!! MATI! DIE! DIE! I SO DAMN BLOODY FUCKING HATE MATHS DO YOU KNOW THAT?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?! GOD LET ME PASS PLS! A PASS WILL MAKE ME SO DAMN HAPPY!!! PLS GOD!! HEAR ME CRY!!!! I'VE CRIED SO MUCH FOR YOU THAT I'VE NO MORE TEARS LEFT!!!! :'( i just want to pass... really... because i so know that i have absolutely no hope for maths... Haix..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you all hear about another death on the MRT railtracks? Do you people know that I have actually been dreaming of people dying on MRT tracks? I mean no shit. Just two days ago i dreamt that this 2 indian girls died on the mrt tracks. i like so saw them got rolled under the train and stuff. i woke up chanting my prayers. no kidding. and just yesterday night, i dream of another death on the mrt tracks. and today someone died again on the mrt railtracks. this is getting wayyyyy tooo creeeeppppyyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LAH K LAH IT'S MATHS TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109525266273767549?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109525266273767549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109525266273767549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525266273767549' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109501006948404657</id><published>2004-09-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T01:27:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a crush on someone. who? that springfield/SP guy? nope. a new crush. muahahaha? so damn bloody unexpected. i mean that person is soooooooo much older than me. but it's just a crush. some infatuation. will go away soon. perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think of all days, i would meet FA at esplanade today. he was with the members lamer. erk. i was so. turned. off. i think he went to watch the juzsteel and maybe the hai sing band. but i sooo didn't know he was going to be there. oh. his friends were making out right at those waterfront bench. i was like "close ur eyes fil". muahahahaha. i'm such a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i found out that new band teacher i/c name is ms fatin/fathin. and not farihin/faryhin. she's very wise. and so bloody young and hot. muahahahaha? youngest band teacher i/c the band ever gotten. woah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why are teachers so sensitive to the "how old are you cher?" question? heh. but i still found out how old mdm zaibon is. so, how OLD is she? shh! it's a secret. ;) and i wonder how old ms fatin is. 22? 24? 26? filzah anyhow guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soooo supposed to be studying but noooooo. i just have this huge muthafucking headache. izzati knows i'm that person who tagged the hypernik's blog. haish. spoil plan aku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest crush, i have a crush on u. bahahahahaha. new laugh. can't stop thinking of u. hope to see u more often. ish. just a crush ah pls. pls pls. so, dcf paper tomorrow huh? yep. where the heck is the venue? i am soo not prepared for next week's term tests even when i've like studied non-stop and been awake for the past one whole week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a caffeine binge(not a proper description but whad da heck). i so can't sleep. ms fatin recommends red bull. will try soon? she's nice, really. and the band guys agree that she's pretty. muahahaha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush, can i have ur number? muahahahahaha. i'm feeling so assholic. no one knows i have a crush on this person. and u ppl will never EVER know who this crush of mine is. it's a secret between me, myself and GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my hscband. can i show off my skills again? i soo need the limelight. yah i love to be the center of attraction. i love getting attention. talk abt being whatsthatwordtodescribe? . yayayaya whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have taken a clearer picture of my crush. woahahahaha. bastard. my sister says i can be a paparazzi. i love harassing ppl. kwangkwang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soo need to dream of u crush. seeing u makes me sooo happy. sheesh fil sheesh. wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just WHO IS MY CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will ever know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109501006948404657?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109501006948404657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109501006948404657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109501006948404657' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109488268896851630</id><published>2004-09-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:04:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself for being so fuckened stupid. yesterday my mum's stupid fucking oven short-circuit the whole house and my computer, which was fuckingly being used by me, had been cut off. when i restarted the whole fucking computer, my profile was corrupted. and after awhile, i realised, my desktop documents were all gone. desktop documents = school assignments, sample tutorials, previous modules powerpoint slides. everything is FUCKING GONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i was lucky enough that i had icpro assigment backed up in school. and i had yet to start on my intprg assignment. i was relieved. but it was FUCKING SHORT LIVED. i was staring into blank space when i realised my nsm assignment, which is 1/3 done and all the NSM snapshots were FUCKING GONE AS WELL. i cried. i cried like fuck. i cried hoping all this was a FUCKING DREAM. i cried till my eyes felt so FUCKING SWOLLEN. i cursed my mother, i cursed that oven, i cursed my dad for not asking the oven repairman to come over MONTHS AGO SINCE THE OVEN WAS SPOILT LIKE HELLO LAST YEAR. and then, i cursed myself more. i did backups for all my pictures, my personal documents. but I SURE AS HELL DID NOT REMEMBER THAT MY FUCKING SCHOOL MATERIALS ARE SO MUCH MORE PRICELESS THAN MY STUPID PICTURES AND PERSONAL DOCUMENTS. i hate myself. i really do. i curse this FUCKED UP COMPUTER. i hate my STUPID DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109488268896851630?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109488268896851630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109488268896851630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109488268896851630' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109474309876658325</id><published>2004-09-09T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:27:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE IDOL SUCKS MAN!!!! WHAT THE FUCK LAH!!! THAT NANA WAS UBER GOOD BUT WHAD DA HELL!!!! THAT JERRY PALA BUTO LIKE CHEEBYE DOESN'T DESERVE IT SIAL!!!! MY GOD!!! SINGAPOREANS ARE SO BODOH NAK MAMPOS TAK PAKAI OTAK. ANGRY SIAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ANTI-CLIMAX LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANA GOT INTO WILDCARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZAD IMRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE NANA AND HAIZAD TO GO TO THE FINALS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time siak i'm going soooooooooperrrrr crazy over some guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures of haizad from my tv again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the malays in Singapore Idol ROCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES OF HAIZAD PLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1555mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1556mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1557mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1560mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/Haizad/CIMG1583mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOO SUPPOSED to be STUDYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109474309876658325?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109474309876658325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109474309876658325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474309876658325' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109464905856934283</id><published>2004-09-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:39:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muahahahahahahahahaha!!! i'm evil. i've been going around tagging hai sians blogs. muahahahahahaha!! i'm such a fucking pest. my recent victim is izzati. muahahahahahaha!! how she know it's me seh? i think huda must have told her. AGAKNYE larh tu. i wonder seh if any hai sians read my blog? muahahahahahaha!!! siao. i dyed my hair today! muahahahahahahaha!! turns out the way i want it to be. the color not so obvious but can tell that i dyed my hair. muahahahahahahaha!! now i have a huge fucking headache because the smell of the dye still lingers around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept from 3.30pm to 7.30pm just now. now i feel like i'm sick or something. i always feel like this whenever i sleep too long. sheessh. i don't know why larh but i just can't sleep too long. 2-3hrs is just nice for me. but anything longer than that will make me have headaches and feel like i'm sick or something. oh wait. i am sick in the brain. my brain is saturated with NSM, DCF and DS stuffs. I DON'T WANT TO START ON MATHS BECAUSE I KNOW I WILL START CRYING. FUCK LARH MATHS. GRRRRR. but i will have to start on maths tomorrow sadly. i had a weird dream just now and it felt great to see my "friends" in my dream. "friens" refers to those whom i had called friends when i was in sec1-sec 3. haiz. sad ah. and i really did feel great (no sarcasm intended) to see them. to talk to them again. :( just what happened between us? haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109464905856934283?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109464905856934283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109464905856934283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109464905856934283' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109431582173811257</id><published>2004-09-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:37:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT WAS HER!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THE GIRL I SAW IN THE TRAIN WAS FILZAH!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I COULD ACTUALLY RECOGNISE HER FACE IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SEH!!!! I MEAN FATED AH SHE FOUND MY BLOG. THEN FOR SOME WEIRD REASON, FATED AH I MEET HER IN THE TRAIN!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! IF SHE DIDN'T ADD ME IN HER MSN, I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN ANOTHER FILZAH WAS IN THE SAME TRAIN AS ME!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND DID I MENTION FILZAH LOOKED VERY CHINESE????? MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I KNOW OF ANOTHER FILZAH FROM TKGS WHO LOOKS VERY CHINESE ALSO!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I LOVE BEING A FILZAH! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *coughs coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109431582173811257?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109431582173811257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109431582173811257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431582173811257' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109430850202822795</id><published>2004-09-04T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:47:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD SUCH A FUN DAY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LET'S STORY MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, in the morning, had to go to school for the ITP briefing. OMG it was so BORING!! I yawned and yawned and yawned so much that tears were welling in my eyes and i looked as if i was crying. muahahahahahah!!! siao. they showed us this 2 ITP videos. wah lao. CLASSIC AH. i think those 2 videos were made in the early 90s. SIAO. you can see that the people in the video had very obiang clothings and their specs was oh so BIG. SHEESH. Update the video lah SP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole stupid briefing, they(Brian, Vincent, MengKiat, BoonKeat, Ailian, Zhiying, Humairah and I) decided to EAT. Then they wanted to watch MOVIE. But those people just couldn't make up their mind! First, they wanted to go clementi but zhiying wanted to go town. some of us, like ME, said anything. we just follow the rest. after awhile, more like 10-15mins, we decided to go TOWN and eat. OMG. So not prepared go town. my shirt like KNS like that. took don't know what bus to town. we talked crap in the bus as usual. LOL. Vincent made me laugh. MENGKIAT oso. then the rest oso lah!!! Crazy people as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached town, i think we stopped one bus stop late. walked to Far East Plaza. LOL. Only now then i know that place is far east plaza. OMG how kental can I be. walk pass there so many times then only today i know its name. SHEESH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to eat at long john but boon keat and meng kiat went to sushi tei to eat. LOL. they went "dating". MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Talked crap as usual while eating. i don't really rememeber what we talked about but i DO REMEMBER that we were talking crap non stop!!! VINCENT AH!!!!! Kept making us laugh. then can stop disturbing the girls. LOL!!!!! while eating, peiying and royston, her bf, came and joined us. then after eating and all, vincent's cousin came also. we were still talking crap after she came and i think she was laughing all along sia!!! lol. crazy lah we all. too stress laugh non stop. OH!!! vincent said i had no childhood because i laughed like i had never laughed before siak!!!! kwangkwangkwang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time, decided to make a move and watch movie. went to cineleisure. wanted to watch ANACONDA but when they wanted to buy the tickets, found out the only available seats were the FIRST ROW. SO NO!!!!!!!! While the girls were buying the tickets, that MUTHAFUCKING ASSHOLE called me again!! OMG I WAS SO DAMN BLOODY PISSED. HE SENT ME THIS SMS SAYING "Can you pls answer my call for once?". OMG. I WAS FUCKENED IRRITATED. THIS GUY, he's 23 years old, and YET he don't UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF "GET OUT OF MY LIFE!". So, since Brian and vincent were around, i asked for their help. I gave brian my phone, dialled his number and then brian told him to stop calling me! Guess what that ASSHOLE DID??? HE HUNG UP! BODOH. SCARED LAH TU!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Later vincent asked for his number then vincent go and disturb him. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I love vincent and brian so much!!!!!! OH BY THE WAY, THAT JERK REALLY DID STOP BOTHERING ME. WOOHOO!!! Finally siak. So sick and tired of switching off my hpS just so he can't call me. SHEESH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since no movie to watch, we decided go walk walk at heeren. SO BRIAN WENT HOME!!!! vincent's cousin also had left us. she went to meet friend i think. sad siak. it's no fun when ppl starts to go home. but nvm. i think brian had his reasons. humairah wanted to buy a wallet. but after going to the wallet shop, lol!!!! nothing nice. walked around heeren for a while then chris FINALLY came. then after that what ah? forgot. hmmmm.. OH!!!!!!! they decided to play POOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAhAhAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cuppage plaza? dunno? cuppage something? WHATEVER AH!!! The thing is WE PLAYED POOL!!! OMG. I have never played POOL all my life!!!! So vincent taught me how to play, how to hold the stick and all. OMG!!!!!!!! I LOVE POOL!!!!!!!!!!!!! for SOME WEIRD REASON, i kept getting good shots!!!!!!! I think beginner's luck? Maybe? MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I was impressed with myself. lol. BUT i did have the occasional stupid shots. LIKE the white ball going into the hole or white ball didn't hit anything and the white ball jumping and all sorts!!!! muahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! i had SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah. last time i was a SLENGE(nerdy?) idiot who didn't bother about the world around her. BUT AFTER I JOINED POLY!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MY EYES HAS SINCE OPENED UP SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BIG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY POLY FRIENDS have showed me/taught me:&lt;br /&gt;1) BAPOKS IN CHANGI!!&lt;br /&gt;2) HOW TO PLAY PLAY DAIDEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) HOW TO PLAY MAHJONG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW TO PLAY POOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) THE MEANING OF FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) TO DON'T BE SUCH A NERD. GO OUT WITH FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;7) MALLS IN SINGAPORE!!!!! before poly, i didn't know such and such shopping malls existed. muahahahahahahahahaha!!! i'm a slenge bacin. kwangkwang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO RIDE PILLION ON A MOTORCYCLE(SCOOTER ALSO MOTOR LAH!!!) FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY CLASSS!!!! I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!! Finally i have some people to call FRIENDS!!!! Who actually bother to ask me go out, go watch movie or something!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.. i'd sidetrack so much!. lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST POOL GAME WE HAD, I shoot the black ball into the hole!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! unexpected siak!!!!! FUH! FILZAH POWER. KWANGKWANGKWANG!!! Vincent taught me lah. must thank him. my teacher. lol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we didn't know where to go. Vincent and I didn't felt like going home. Humairah wanted to go home but noooo!!!!! We didn't let her!!! KwangKwangKwang!!! Chris had left us to go to Plaza Singapura. So Vin, Hum and I went to youth park. LOL. OMG this is another kentalan incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while, I, FILZAH BINTE MISRAN, HAD ABSOLUTELY &lt;BOLD&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/BOLD&gt; WHATSOEVER where the hell YOUTH PARK IS! When we were there, I FELT SOOOOOOOOOO OUT OF PLACE!!!!! Today SOOOOO happen that there was going to be a gig/performance/whatever? at 7pm so naturally, the MATS AND MINAHS CAME OUT!!! SHEESH!!! I tell you ah, I didn't feel comfortable at all!!!! With my kentalan clothes, jeans, hairstyle, bag and OMG i was wearing SANDALS, of course the ppl there must have seen me as out of place!!!! After a while, i finally realised that SYLVIA from 4E4 and a 4E5 guy was there. lol. i think sylvia is the kind who frequent gigs? she looks like those sort? lol. they were looking at me so weirdly. kwangkwangkwang!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i burnt my finger. this was the result for playing with vincent's lighter. ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITTING THERE made me realise that I SOOOOOOOOOOOO NEED to change my image. any stylist to help me? lol. crap fil. crap!!!!! i'm so going to dye my hair this week. and omg i need to buy new clothes and SHOES!!!!! and sandals and so many more things! anyone want to go shopping with me?? kwangkwangkwang!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a poser siak sitting there. i could feel so many eyes staring at me. sheesh!!!!!!!! oh have i mentioned to you all???? SO MANY GUYS are asking me to join their band! there's this guy who msged me in AnakMelayu.com and he wanted to teach me METAL. I was like OH-MY-GOD. I've been looking for someone to teach me how to play metal and then one fine day, this guy came along and asked me if i wanted to learn metal. i was shocked. ok. that's just ONE guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other lot of guys wanted me to JOIN THEIR BAND. I remembered lah a month ago or so, i read Marlia's blog and she was saying her guy friend wanted her to join their band. all guys lah. so if she joined, she'll be the only girl. she thought her friend had lost his mind because she thought that NO GUY in the RIGHT MIND would ask a girl to join their band. i tagged her tagboard and told her lah guys have approached me before and stuff to join their band so it's really not weird for guys to ask a girl to play in their band. BUT THIS TIME ROUND, I AM SO GOING TO SAY MANY GUYS HAVE LOST THEIR FREAKING MINDS BECAUSE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY OF THEM WANTED &lt;bold&gt;ME&lt;/bold&gt; TO PLAY IN THEIR BAND. SHEESH!!!!! I've no time lah. Scholar what. need time to study. LOL. I'm SUCH a BAD LIAR. KWANGKWANGKWANG!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did talk to vincent today ah about this and asked him why he didn't want to set up a band. and u know what he told me?? he said he still finding ppl and he wanted ME to play in his band. ALAMAK!!!!! i'm not a good drummer lah!!! still crawling. LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!! after sitting there for sometime, looking and observing the mats and minahs, meng kiat joined us to take back his watch. then humairah wanted to go home and meng kiat was going to eat dinner with his mama so all of us decided to make a move. vincent went to meet his friend while the 3 of us headed for the mrt station. while walking to somerset mrt station, i told meng to buy something for me and in there, humairah saw her old friend? last time her friend used to wear a tudung but now!!!! no more! and OMG i agree with humairah when she said her friend had such THICK MAKE UP ON. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we reached the mrt station, mengkiat realised that if he was going to go newton then, he was going to be early lah. the time was 7pm but he was supposed to meet his mama at 7.30pm. and newton is like one mrt station away so he decided to play the train. lol. he took the same train with us and told us to go to marina bay and then alight at raffles place. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the train. SOMERSET, CITY HALL, RAFFLES PLACE. A malay couple boarded the train. I took a glance at the girl and looked away. EH? I looked at the girl again and looked away. EHHHHH???? I looked at the girl and &lt;bold&gt;STARED&lt;/bold&gt; AT HER. EH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FILZAH IS IT?????? LOL!!!!!!!!! The girl looked like filzah, the NYP FILZAH I got to know the other day! Then SHE ALSO like STARED at me. LOL!!!!!!! but i didn't approached her. SKALI PAISEY LIKE DON'T KNOW WHAT. BUT I SERIOUSLY THINK it was HER! I mean, i was staring at her and she was staring at me seh! and it was like we were smiling or laughing when we saw each other. LOL. I THINK IT'S HER LAh. and I THINK she also RECOGNISE me ah! LOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after reaching marina bay, the train went back to raffles place. so humairah and i alighted from the train. meng kiat purposely said "GOODBYE &lt;bold&gt;FILZAH&lt;/bold&gt;" SO LOUD!!!! Then when the train moved off, i saw her trying to look at me again? don't know? filzah pls don't prasan? skali wrong person buat malu only? kwangkwangkwang!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but serious ah. think it's her. filzah from NYP. filzah whose birthday is so near to mine. i think she's 2 days younger than me. or something like that. lol. my twin. and SHE LOOKED SO CHINESE!!!! like me lah. only now i look so damn bloody malay. not really ah. i still look very chinese. WHAT SIA FIL TALKING TO HERSELF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the train moved off. end of filzah story. kwangkwang! then when the train heading towards pasir ris came, and when we boarded it, i heard many ppl whispering to each other "singapore idol singapore idol". I thought WHAT SIAK?! when i looked in front of me, only then i realise DAVID YEO, the TALENTED AH BENG, from SINGAPORE IDOL, WAS IN FRONT OF US. OH MY GOD. i pity him seh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to know why i pity him??? he was practically HIDING HIS FACE!!!! sad seh.. i mean i think he's getting too much attention from the public and it was getting a toll on him lah. u should have seen him in the train. he was really HIDING his face. :( i feel sorry for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WAS BEING A BITCH AND SO I TOOK PICTURES OF HIM ON MY HP. AND LOTS OF THEM. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i want to show you all how pitiful he looked like. :( sad ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk and gossip session as usual with humairah. I FOUND OUT THAT HUMAIRAH WAS FROM THE NORMAL ACADEMIC STREAM WHEN SHE WAS IN SEC ONE. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Normal academic, she went to express stream in sec 2. and in sec 3, she went to BIO CLASS. SIAL LAH!!!!!!!!!!!! That girl DAMN hardworking siak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean look at her!!!!!!!!!!! her maths is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much better than mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humairah is really a hardworking girl ah. I salute her seh!!!!! WA TABIK LU! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we reached tanah merah, she alighted the train. so left me alone. muahahahaha. siao. that one also want to laugh. at pasir ris interchange, i saw hanom. so long never see her siak. getting prettier. muahahahahahahhahahaha. siao kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached home, ate nasi lemak and now i'm here!!!!!!!!!!! OMG i had such a FUN DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY POLY FRIENDS!!!! I LOVE MY POLY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109430850202822795?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109430850202822795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109430850202822795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109430850202822795' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109413702730228594</id><published>2004-09-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:05:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAT INFRONT OF MY TV AND TOOK PICTURES OF HAIZAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M AN ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/CIMG1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/85e94404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/CIMG1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/41f6d96b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109413702730228594?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413702730228594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413702730228594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413702730228594' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109413563330740997</id><published>2004-09-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:33:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWW!!!! Haizad didn't make it!!! LOL!!!! EXPECTED!!! He really did a bad singing lah!! Muahahahahahahahaha!!! But I have this HUGE FEELING that SURIA will sign him on!!!!! KwangKwangKwang!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109413563330740997?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413563330740997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413563330740997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413563330740997' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109413107727608053</id><published>2004-09-02T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:33:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all watch Singapore Idol just now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? I thought they OMG SUCKED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something saved the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALLY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Something made me smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAIZAD IMRAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/haizad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S the kind of guy i LOIKE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me where to find anymore of such guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot find lah dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to add to my list of OMG-THEY-MAKE-ME-MELT guys is!!!!!!! HAIZAD IMRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take not it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;. WITH THE M. YEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy over Malay guys who look so freaking chinese! Or at least, even if they look malay, they are the Smart Mamat type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;strong&gt;CLEAN CUT&lt;/strong&gt;. SIAL LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I FEEL LIKE A BITCH WRITING THIS POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an achievement you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ENUF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M VOTING FOR HAIZAD IMRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109413107727608053?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413107727608053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109413107727608053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413107727608053' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109396003674090166</id><published>2004-08-31T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:47:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was surfing friendster when i found this fugly pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/addisial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMPAH aku benci the guy. he used to live in the same block as me. KECIK KECIK MACAM SETAN. He was from PRPS ALSO LAH. then 2/4 yrs younger than me so which means, same session as me lah. if i p5, he p3 or p1? dunno? whatever it is, he was in the same session as me during pri sch. then when i reach my block and want to take the lift, this muka taik also will want to take the lift. he lives on the 5th floor while i live on the 8th. when he enter the lift, he will press ALL THE FUCKING BUTTONS after the 5th floor so the lift will stop at every floor right after he got out of the lift. ARGH!!!!!!!!! ASSHOLE. MUKA MACAM TAIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109396003674090166?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109396003674090166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109396003674090166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396003674090166' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109388762910237244</id><published>2004-08-31T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T01:40:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a very traumatic week for me. well i'm glad that it's over. he made it through. god i'm so relieved. i've been like crying my eyes out. sheesh!!!!! i shan't take anyone for granted. and yah.. i'm trying to change.. somethings/someone made me realised something.. if i don't change, i'll go to hell for sure.. no one knows what the hell i'm talking about so nvm.. i'll shut up.. my brother got for himself a limited edition crystal xbox.. lucky shit.. now he has both PS/2 and XBOX all to himself.. boo..  i have been really tired this week.. studying like mad.. last weekend i actually STUDIED. wow. achievement for filzah misran. anyway, there's this girl, by the name of filzah added me in msn yesterday. lol. she was offline yesterday so i did a lookup on her at friendster. at first i didn't know her name was filzah. lol. then when i found her profile, and i read through her testimonials and stuff, i realise there's a lot of common things we filzahs have. the ultimate common thing is that we're all very crazy. yah no kidding. last yr this filzah from tkgs added me in friendster. she was going around adding all the filzahs she could find. lol. and she had placed her livejournal address in her frienster so since that day, i've been reading her LJ. lol. she writes funny things. or maybe, she often encounter funny things. okokok. the way she write things is really funny. i've linked her up so u can read her LJ. bloghopped here and there and found this wakygurl's blog. lol. mini-suria blog. she has all the updates on suria shows and celebrities there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 1:37am and i'm studying.. i think i understand DCF better now after some revision. lol. revision really works. yah crap filzah. don't tell me u don't know that. actually i don't lah. lol. anyway, if any of u have the time, go and read marlia's blog. touched my soul so deep. no wonder FA likes her. if u all know him, u should know he always tell us to OPEN UP. yah open up our hearts and pour all our sorrows onto him so he can drown and die a miserable old man. whatever...... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling sick and i'm gonna die soon. yah. die and go to hell for all the sins i've done. GOD HELP ME REPENT! I SWEAR I WANT TO REPENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109388762910237244?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109388762910237244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109388762910237244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109388762910237244' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109366969473177837</id><published>2004-08-28T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T13:08:14.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tears were collecting in my eyes when i read marlia's blog.. wake up faizal.. please wake up.. see how much you mean to all your family and friends.. and her.. i know i used to doubt her.. but after this.. i just wish you will wake up so the both of you can be happy together.. seeing her express her feelings for you.. her love is really true.. you two deserve each other.. i know i don't know her well.. i just know her from reading her blog.. but i know you will literally glow each time you talk abt her.. how you would smile at the mention of her name.. wake up now.. all of us are waiting for your return.. when you come back.. go to her.. and hug her tight.. wipe away any tears from her eyes because she's been crying so much for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109366969473177837?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109366969473177837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109366969473177837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109366969473177837' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109357250059270298</id><published>2004-08-27T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:08:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it fucking hurts when you're not around. i know you'll make it through because you promised me many things. you are like a brother to me and i don't want to lose you. fight for your life, because many others need you. and i.. i need you, as a friend and as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109357250059270298?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109357250059270298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109357250059270298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357250059270298' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109343869796251322</id><published>2004-08-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:58:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been through all his nonsense before. i've gone through those times he was admitted into the hospital for whatever reasons. but this time round, i just can't take it. one minute i was talking to him and the next, something terrible had happened to him? i don't want to believe that life is that vulnerable. i don't want to believe all this shit. God is not that unfair. he's not unfair at all. he won't take away a good guy just like that. i'm breaking down inside and i'm trying my fucking best to hold back my tears now. just where the fuck are you dammit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109343869796251322?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109343869796251322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109343869796251322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343869796251322' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109343706608859515</id><published>2004-08-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:36:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are so many things on my mind right now. to my poly friends, if you call yourself my friend, be it just a normal friend or what, do drop the facade because it's killing me inside knowing the faces surrounding me are nothing but masks. masks you people wear to put on a false front. i hate it. i hate knowing im living in nothing but a fake reality. if you're my friend, why do you see me as competition rather than a friend? im broken knowing my friends are turning into my enemies. they are the worse kind of enemies anyone can ever have. they will try to win your trust, get to know you inside out and suddenly, drop all bombs on you and kill you. hear me scream dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often tell my hai sing teachers and friends that i'm having a time of my life in SP. i boast to them that i have great friends, great lecturers and everything else that's making my school life a blast. but little do they know, and little do i know that my friends are actually hypocrites. yes i can be blunt with my words and yes i often hurl vulgarities and throw my temper around. i wont deny that i have anger management issues. but no matter how rude or how loud i may be, i'm not a hypocrite. i don't go pretending to smile at someone and at his back, i stab him deep. no i'm not like that. i don't pretend to be friends with someone and later, go around tell his enemies about his dirt. i'm not a fucking hypocrite like some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's frustrating to live a life full of short-lived happiness. you people don't know me. you people have no right to judge me. what must i do to make all of you stop killing me silently? let all of you watch me cry? do i need to shed tears to fucking shut all of you up? people think i'm strong. people think i have a heart of stone. well you're fucking wrong. every now and then, i try my fucking best to control my tears. i don't wish for my vision to be blurred by my tears. i dont want to be swayed by my emotions. each time i find out some friends do some shit behind my back, i'll try my best to ignore it. i try my best to find any remaining bits of friendship i have for him/her. i don't wish to create anymore unhappiness in this fucking world. but people don't understand me. they don't see my actions. and then i'll get frustrated. and this frustration will get the worse of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me cry. watch me cry. i really don't need anymore shit in my life. my best friend has gone silence on me and my so called friends in school are behaving like some fucking hypocrites. stop it. stop all this fucking nonsense. the mst is coming and if i were to sit for it now, i'm barely near the passing mark. far from it actually. have pity on me for goodness sake. stop this pretending. if you don't like me, say it to my face. i swear to all of you, if i know you're talking bad things behind my back, i swear i won't let any of you off. walls have ears if you don't know. i get news very easily. so mind your words if you don't wish to see me let hell loose. no one in my current school has seen my fury fly into a rage. and i know when you do see it, you won't like it. i'm not a very nice person when i &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; throw my tantrums. trust me. you can ask any of my hai sing friends if you don't believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109343706608859515?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109343706608859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109343706608859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343706608859515' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109336186948388502</id><published>2004-08-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:37:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been trying my fucking best to control my tears ever since i read idiot's blog. i am still denying the fact that that asshole is lying in hospital now. it can't be ok. yesterday at 5pm, he was still joking around with me after i had finished cutting my hair. HE PROMISED TO INSULT MY HAIRCUT LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES. so why isn't he here now? where is he REALLY now. dont u fucking break ur promise ok. don't force me to believe it when suddenly i found out minutes after i was joking with you that you got hit by some fucking car. this is all drama. u are the drama king so fine. congrats on a job welldone. so enough of it. let the curtains down and come back to reality. to his cousins or sister or whatever, i'm not gonna believe any of u if u tell me he's half-dead now or something. NO. this is all a fucking prank. stop lying to me. i expect a call/sms from u SOME FUCKING TIME SOON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109336186948388502?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109336186948388502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109336186948388502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336186948388502' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109336010223456825</id><published>2004-08-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:08:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wake up. wake up now. i can't imagine losing a friend just like that. don't let me down please. just wake up now and i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitaire &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man, a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;Who lost his love through his indifference&lt;br /&gt;A heart that cared, that went unchecked&lt;br /&gt;Until it died in his silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Solitaire's the only game in town&lt;br /&gt;And every road that takes him, takes him down&lt;br /&gt;And by himself, it's easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;He'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keeping to himself he plays the game&lt;br /&gt;Without her love it always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;While life goes on around him everywhere&lt;br /&gt;He's playing Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;So much to say that goes unspoken&lt;br /&gt;And through the night, his sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are closed, his heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Solitaire's the only game in town&lt;br /&gt;And every road that takes him, takes him down&lt;br /&gt;And by himself it's easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;She's coming back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keeping to himself he plays the game&lt;br /&gt;Without her love it always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;While life goes on around him everywhere&lt;br /&gt;He's playing Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little hope, goes up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;Just how it goes, goes without saying&lt;br /&gt;Solitaireee&lt;br /&gt;And by himself it's easy to pretend &lt;br /&gt;He'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keeping to himself he plays the game&lt;br /&gt;Without her love it always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;While life goes on around him everywhere&lt;br /&gt;He's playing Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire, solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109336010223456825?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109336010223456825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109336010223456825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336010223456825' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109333971956991718</id><published>2004-08-24T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:32:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS NOT FUNNY FAIZAL. TELL EVERYONE THIS IS A LIE. ONE MINUTE YOU WERE TALKING HAPPILY TO ME AND THE NEXT, YOU'RE SUDDENLY GONE? I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT I SWEAR. STOP MAKING ALL YOUR FRIENDS WORRIED. IT'S REALLY NOT FUNNY. LOSING A FRIEND WHOM I CONSIDER LIKE THE BROTHER I NEVER HAD IS SO NOT FUNNY. STOP ALL THIS NONSENSE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109333971956991718?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109333971956991718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109333971956991718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333971956991718' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109325966684277539</id><published>2004-08-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T19:17:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to school late today. well, not because i had overslept or what but rather, i was in session 2 of my class DCF lab test. ass siak. i screwed it up. i think many people screwed it up as well. my quantized signal was a fucking straight line. ;ujndf9r3fpu429-ouginreg haiz. those who did draw their waveforms had their signals wrong but for those who DID get HER signals right, she DIDN'T draw the bloody waveform!!! MAI!!! PE SAK KAU!!!!!!! Haix.. WASTED WASTED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch and after that was DCF lecture. it was obvious that Dr Cynthia was a bit pek chek with our group. many students had feedback to her that they don't understand this module. lol. i'm one of them. heh.. during the 10-mins break, i got to know of something which isn't quite pleasant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that some people want to compete with me in our studies. when i heard that, i was like what the fuck? who ever said there has been a competition? excuse me people, the reason i'm so fucking driven to do well for my studies is because of my scholarship. if not for it, hell yes i would have opted for a more carefree life. but getting the scholarship has been the best thing that ever happen to me. u don't know how fucking hard it is to live my life. the moment i was born, my father was fine for having me. yah FINE because i'm the fucking fourth child. and when i was a baby, i kept falling sick. my parents wasted so much fucking money on me. and even when i was growing up, i was the one who often falls sick. i think among my siblings, i'm the one whom my parents have wasted so much fucking money on. my life isn't easy ok. my dad is the only one working and trying to feed 5 other mouths. my siblings weren't pampered with toys when we were young. we led a very very simple life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've finally achieved something, the least i can do is to repay my parents and do them fucking proud. HEAR ME SAY THIS LOUD AND CLEAR: I'M NOT COMPETING WITH ANYONE IN MY STUDIES. In life, the only competition that we have is between no one else but ourselves. one of my hai sing teachers told me that and ever since that day, i've never forgotten those words. i'm angry that the people i call friends are trying to compete with me in my studies. i'm angry because, i never did say there was a competition and yes, let this be known, that i fucking hate competitions. i've enough stress and pressure in my hands and i don't need this shit coming from my so call "friends". WANT TO COMPETE, COMPETE WITH YOUR FUCKING SELF. Humairah and I are not in any competition whatsoever with each other, and we will NOT be in competition with ANYONE ELSE for our studies. WE HAVE TOO MUCH ON OUR HANDS SO BE A FRIEND AND BACK OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i'm not letting all of you NOT do well. NO. i'm NOT saying that. we will be most happy for you if all of you want to do well. i think it's something great if the whole class can do well, like 2B24. they have 4-5 HONOUR students for goodness sake. if our class can achieve something like that, i will be very proud of all of you. but i won't stand it if you come telling me that you want to compete with me. this isn't a competition. life is a competition between you and yourself. so fucking wake up and shut your fucking mouths. i shall not hear anymore of this nonsense from any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that. after dcf, went back home. decided to cut my hair. finally, that old man cut my hair. i hate it when the young guy cuts my hair. he does a nonsense job. this old man, he takes time and patience to cut my hair nicely. next time when i want to cut my hair, i'll wait if the old man is free. if not, leks sua i want that young guy to cut my hair. he looks fucking gay some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do nsm tutorial, revision ds practical lab sheets and maybe internet programming assignment. at night, i hope i have enough strength to revise dcf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109325966684277539?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109325966684277539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109325966684277539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109325966684277539' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109318541811266080</id><published>2004-08-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:36:58.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i told u to mind ur fucking words. not in a good mood and u fucked it up even more. don't bother tagging. won't appreciate u at all. MIND UR DAMN WORDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109318541811266080?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109318541811266080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109318541811266080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109318541811266080' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109301289777243559</id><published>2004-08-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:41:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY ALL MY TROUBLES SEEM SO FAR AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY, I typed one super long entry and guessed what happened??? Blogger ate it up and spit it back somewhere else BUT NOT ON MY BLOG. BLEARGH. So disgusted with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote something about blogging about something but I can't seem to remember what in yesterday's supposed post. Today i finally remember what it was. LOL. I wanted to say that my family now has DIGITAL TV! POWER. Actually, we had gotten it about 2-3 weeks ago but i kept forgetting about it. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday while going home, it suddenly started to rain while i was in the mrt. Suddenly, i felt SUPER cold. it was as if i was standing in the rain itself!! I thought i was going crazy because i was IN the MRT yet i felt water on my body. THEN, i turned around and guess what??????? WATER had seeped through the window and was soaking my shirt!!! OMG. Thank GOD i discovered it fast if not my whole shirt would have gotten wet!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K what else? On Thursday after DS lecture and before INTPRG lecture started, i went to the toilet at T14 to do my business. When I stepped into it, OMG i SWEAR I nearly fainted. THE TOILET STINKS LIKE FUCK!!!!!!! But it was URGENT business so I HAD TO ENDURE MYSELF. After doing my business, i went to the sink to wash my hand. AND THEN. JENG JENG JENG!!!!!!!!! I vomitted. I couldn't stand the SMELL anymore and I JUST had to VOMIT. Dammit!!!! My filet-o-fish meal came out. Waste my money only. BOO!!!!! Stupid toilet don't know why so smelly. GIRLS TOILET SOMEMORE SIAK! If boys toilet can understand. THIS ONE?!?!?!??!?!! Sheesh. Don't know what girls are doing in the toilet until so FUCKING SMELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the toilet. Forgot to mention, my brother's graduation ceremony was on Wed. My mum woke me up at 7am asking me if i wanted to follow them or not but it was 7 AM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. The ceremony starts at 9.30am but they were leaving the house at 7AM. SHEESHHHHHHHHHHHH. Talk about KIASUISM. So for the past few days, i have been wondering how MY graduation ceremony will be like. Will there be tears shed? Will there be smiles and laughter?? How will it be like?? Will my friends be there?? Looking at the graduands, there's this sudden urge to graduate as soon as possible but thinking again, I dont want my poly life to end so soon. i've never work before and i know the working world isn't easy. so, my plans for the future are: study, study, study, work, work, work, devote to my religion, die and go to heaven. YES THAT'S MY PLANS. I want to study till i go crazy and then i want to work till i have no social life at all and after i've retired, i want to devote myself FULLY to my religion then i want to die and go to HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss secondary school life actually. Pbffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today. During our two hours break, Brian, Jason, Vincent, Boon Keat, Meng Kiat, Chris, Zhihan and I went to Clementi's Al-Azhar to eat. Going out with this SEVEN TALL guys made me feel so fucking SHORT. Humairah had to go to the bank so I had no choice but to follow them bcoz the other girls suddenly disappeared. ANYWAY, I had a GREATTTTT time with them. VINCENT kept making me laugh. He suddenly started talking about Ong Bak, that thai boxing movie or whatever then vincent said that most thais, their names ended with a 'pong'. Then he started calling us all with the PONG at the end. Lim Yie PONG, Lim Wei PONG, VIN PONG, BOON PONG, HU PONG. LOL!!!!!!! I laughed like idiot. They crapped and crapped and crapped but it was fun listening to their conversations!!! :P JASON ordered SO MUCH FOOD. First he bought this chicken wing. Then he ordered rojak. then he ordered mee goreng. OMG. ALL THIS ON TOP OF THE early lunch he had in SCHOOL EARLIER ON. SHEESH. GUYS GUYS GUYS. They amaze me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for INTPRG. MR YATIM funny guy siak. I think my whole class loves him. LOL. Today in the mrt back home, I saw this hunky guy again!! LOL!!!! Yesterday, he was in the same train as me also and he sat beside me!!! Imagine how happy i was!!!! I have a thing for guys with nice body, nice hair, nice face. AND THAT GUY HAD THE WHOLE PACKAGE. OMG. I fell in love with him. =X I even took a picture of him about to alight the train yesterday but it was so small!!! :( Then somehow today saw him again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's chinese by the way. LOL. I keep telling my friends MOST malay guys cannot make it. THEY DON'T HAVE THE BODY. Some KURUS NAK MAMPOS. KUDUT MACAM PAPAN. URGH. It's rare lah to find good-looking malay guys. Good-looking in my opinion is the above description lah. Nice body, nice hair, cute face plus the perfect height for me. Not too tall not too short. Faizal is perfect but he's tall and irritating nak MAMPOS. That SP/Springfield guy is PERFECT but too erm nice? Good boy? Don't know? Who else ah? *thinks hard* NO ONE ELSE. MALAY GUYS CANNOT MAKE IT. MOST LAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Why do I even bother about them? I don't plan to get married at all. KwangKwangKwang! That's why I'm hoping my brother and sisters can get married ASAP and give me nieces and nephews to play with!!! CEPAT LAH KAHWIN!!!!! GIVE ME CUTE NIECES AND NEPHEWS PLEASE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking stressed i tell you. Today at the interchange, i was sitting down at the stone bench(?) taking some "air" WHEN MY JUNIOR SAW ME. OMG I WAS TRYING TO HIDE MY DAMN BLOODY FACE. BAD IMPRESSION LAH. I totally forgot today is FRIDAY = BAND PRACTICE DAY. At one point, i was lucky enough to finish it quickly. After finishing it, i went inside row 3 to wait for the bus. while walking to the bus 3 lane, i turned to my right and saw DWAYNE, SHIMIN they all. STUPID SIA FIL. What if they had saw u siak? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad bad senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is aching like &amp;^@BkjnPKUG)F*&amp;#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NUFF SAID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTRL-A CTRL-C Publish Post &lt;-- taking safety precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109301289777243559?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109301289777243559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109301289777243559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301289777243559' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109292372175472878</id><published>2004-08-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T21:55:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE BLOGGER. I REALLY DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109292372175472878?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109292372175472878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109292372175472878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292372175472878' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109274567029620684</id><published>2004-08-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:27:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S was funny yesterday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Crap Bag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rama aka Roti Prata lecturer(given by vincent) aka Digital Systems Practical Lecturer is another funny guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufi, Meng Kiat, Chris and I should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K my life's a bore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that I have eye bags??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy loves balloons but hates stars. Because he is fuzzy wuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy loves muffins but hates ice cream. Because he is fuzzy wuzzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That who-mai-rah. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Chow behaves as if he's a school boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal Padahal.. SENIOR LECTURER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's paycheck is exactly below the Director of EEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HE'S FILTHY RICH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he looks like an older version of Derrick Low Ting Zhou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a freakingly weird but NICE dream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yatim is a really funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting stares from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's graduation ceremony is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn is in 2 yrs time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do well ahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinctions pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaish. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not done maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUFF SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109274567029620684?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109274567029620684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109274567029620684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274567029620684' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109258514477899891</id><published>2004-08-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:52:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL THE FEVER COMING TO MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told my day just now, i did walk in the rain today. romantic lah konon eh. the person was in front then i walk behind. then together gether, we walk in the rain. lol. romantic my mother head. i was goofing around in the rain when i jolly well know i will fall sick whenever my head gets wet by excessive water, be it rain or tap water. key word is EXCESSIVE. SHEESH. NOW my head giddy giddy and i'm starting to feel warm and cold at the same time. PALA TOOT SIAK! PLAY IN THE RAIN SOME MORE AH!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot to mention. mdm zaibon told me that there's 4 band teacher i/cs now. head of course is MS ONG. then the 3 other teacher i/cs are all malay!!!! Mdm zaibon, ms farihin and ms sharifah(?). ms sharifah is a contract teacher so she's not active in the band. ms leong is on maternity leave so which leaves ong, zaibon and farihin to take charge. LOL!!!! best eh???? last time band no malay teacher i/cs. NOW GOT 3 ah!!!! 3 against one who wins???? WE WIN!!!! WOOHOO!!!!! LONG LIVE HSCBAND!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109258514477899891?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109258514477899891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109258514477899891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258514477899891' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109257238616951690</id><published>2004-08-15T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:19:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeIOGLRi2btnMw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/rendezvous.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109257238616951690?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109257238616951690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109257238616951690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257238616951690' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109256906536398609</id><published>2004-08-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T19:24:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Rendezvous at D'Marquee at Downtown East today. Hai Sing Catholic School had a performance there to celebrate its 45th Anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met up with Dwayne and Dennis in the bus. Then we went to Whitesands to buy the black t-shirt for dennis. after that, dwayne and I went back to school while dennis went home to change. i felt very weird nowadays to enter hai sing. it doesn't feel like my sch anymore. :( anyway, the moment we stepped into hai sing, we saw.. JENG JENG JENG!!!! MDM ZAIBON THE BEST TEACHER EVER!!!! She was with someone else. Of course I felt erm segan(odd(?)) to approach mdm zaibon. but somehow, mdm zaibon called dwayne and i over. there she introduced that someone to me. she's ms farihin(faryhin?) the new band tcher i/c. FUHLAMAK. First time siak band got a young and gorgeous tcher i/c. =X serious seh. SHE'S SO YOUNG. I think she's around 22-24 or something. O.O So next, the four of us, Mdm Zaibon, Ms Farihin, Dwayne and I went to Downtown East. We chatted along the way about ME. LOLOLLOLOL. Should have asked more abt that new teacher. I really wonder how old she is and what subjects she teach. Hmm.. So when we arrived and all, we went inside D'Marquee itself. Saw my juniors and got excited! Then they had the rehearsal. The band sucked but the sch's performance was good. So stood around, sat around, took pictures, peek here peek there and then went out to meet junwen. I met paul before that inside d'marquee. WOAH!!!!! Paul's camera power giler. Hmmm then walked around somemore, met xinhui, stoned around then soon, members of public started coming in. after a while, and some introduction, the band started playing. better thane expected. this is the first time the band sounded good after the 1988 batch graduated. hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the band's performance, they packed up and went back to school. whose idea was it?? MS ONG. BLUEEEKKKK!!!!! SO STUPID. There the sch is performing and the band had to pack off. BODOH. I went back to sch with junjun and xinhui. luckily by the time we arrived it started raining and we were already under the shelter.  i went down to the band room and saw *jengjengjeng* ms farihin coming out. lol. want to talk cannot talk. don't know how to talk. lol. one thing about me is i try my very best to get close to allllll my band teacher i/cs. so if they all got performance or what, at least i can stick to some teacher i/c and get a free ride or something. lol lol lol lol. i couldn't stick to ms ong though. EEEEKKK!!!! who wants siak!!!! mr fong was nice to me. mdm zaibon was and is VERYYYY nice to me. LOL!! ms quek, ok ok lar. then this one? err.. i don't know. too young. lol!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kept going up and down the band room coz my section had not come back. so they moved the instruments down the band room and so on, and after a briefing by ong lai, they waited at the foyer for further briefing since it was raining. after the briefing, everyone walked under the rain to downtown east. lol lol lol. fun and funny. when we arrived at d'marquee, the place was so fucking packed!!! YEAH!!!!!! Can't believe this event was a success man!!! i mean, it was more than full house!!! OVERFLOWING HOUSE AH!!!! The performance was BAGUS!!!!! The dancers was WOAHYFYING!!!! Fitriah power! LOL. =x anyway, the whole play was greattttttt!! really! I can't believe hai sing put up a great performance. KWANGKWANGKWANG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the performance, i waited for a while. LOL. why??? i wanted to take someone's pic but not successful. LOL!!!! next time lah eh. i'm sure i'll get more opportunities. :P met kai ling they all for a while. I saw tsz yan's new pantech hp. NICE! but camera.. erk. not really ah. then tsz yan put her pic and her bf's pic on the display! then she still want to bluff me say she no bf. LOL!! talk abt bad lying. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to interchange to take bus 3 from there. then sat down at the stone bench for a while. and later, went back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A GREATTTTTTTTTT DAY!!!!!!!!!!! Pictures will be upload SOON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109256906536398609?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109256906536398609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109256906536398609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109256906536398609' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109250386887594267</id><published>2004-08-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T01:21:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what guess what guess what?????? I struck lottery??? UR MOTHER AH! NEVER GAMBLE BEFORE SIAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IS IT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST TIMETABLE IS FUCKINGLY OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select Module Class: DICT/FT/2B/21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;              Module               Date        Day  Start  Finish Venue&lt;br /&gt;ET0135  DIGITAL COMM FUNDAMENTALS  13/09/2004  Mon  13:00  14:30  T1541&lt;br /&gt;ET0134  DIGITAL SYSTEMS            14/09/2004  Tue  13:00  14:30  T815&lt;br /&gt;ST3202  INTERNET PROGRAMMING       15/09/2004  Wed  15:00  16:30  T1563&lt;br /&gt;MS5226  EEE-MATHEMATICS 2B         16/09/2004  Thu  13:00  14:30  T815&lt;br /&gt;ST3201  NETWORK SERVER MANAGEMENT  17/09/2004  Fri  13:00  14:30  T1541&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109250386887594267?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109250386887594267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109250386887594267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109250386887594267' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109249737644266617</id><published>2004-08-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:29:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See these upcoming phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allstatemobile.com/images/nokia6260.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 6260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network: Tri band GSM 900/1800/1900&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 125g&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions: 102*49*23mm &lt;br /&gt;Other features: Symbian series 6.0, VGA Camera with video,&lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth, radio, Push-to-talk service, mp3 player, &lt;br /&gt;Java MIDP 2.0, HTML browser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allstatemobile.com/images/panasonicx400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panasonic X400 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network: Tri band GSM 900/1800/1900&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 86g&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions: 84*47*17mm &lt;br /&gt;Other features: Built-in VGA camera, Java. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allstatemobile.com/images/panasonicx700.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panasonic X700 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network: Tri band GSM 900/1800/1900&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 95g&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions: 87*47*24mm &lt;br /&gt;Other features: Symbian Series 60, Built-in VGA camera &lt;br /&gt;with flash, Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109249737644266617?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109249737644266617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109249737644266617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249737644266617' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109247145124678613</id><published>2004-08-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:18:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here's a pic of Jason's bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/jasonscooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me wearing Jason's helmet before riding his bike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109247145124678613?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109247145124678613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109247145124678613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247145124678613' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109246941062295177</id><published>2004-08-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T15:43:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a terrible day. friday the 13th lah katakan. first in the morning, when bus 3 came, it was behind another bus in front lah. so i had to walk all the way behind that bus to go to bus 3. and while doing so, my bag kept slipping down my shoulder. it was like i was trying to walk and at the same time trying to pull my sling bag up my shoulder. sheesh. i think i looked funny. then i felt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, didn't realise someone someone was sitting behind me. lol. kept looking at the wrong direction. didn't even see the face. wth siak. nvm forget it. then at the mrt station, after i tapped my ez link at the control station, i was walking towards the escalator to go to the platform of the mrt station lah. then suddenly, my bag just fell off my shoulder. PRAP! that was the sound it made. kuat pulak tu. imagine my embarrassment. blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened during nsm. after nsm was icpro. part 2 assignment now. we have to create a chat program. confusing i must say but im hoping that i can do it. i dont wish for my love for vb to get killed over this module. lolx. then during icpro, my phone suddenly rangggggg. then after i cancelled that call, that asshole called my another hp. so it ranggggggggggggg also. my god. i noe my frens wont call me during sch hours and no one will ever call me during sch hours, not even my mama. so i dont bother to silent my hp lah. then skali. **** siak. that asshole called. then called my 2 hps somemore! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i'm pissed really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was after that. haix. same thing happened. my phone rangggggggggggggggggggg again. then my maths lecturer is the kind who hates ppl's hp to ring in class. so the class paused for a while. haix. such embarrassment. luckily i sat right at the back. if notttttt, $50 fine maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch, we decided to go to Jurong Point. had great fun in the mrt though! we disturbed chris like nobody's business! we joked and laughed and i think many ppl thought all of us were crazy. then at one point, sam(zhiquan) asked humairah if she had seen felix the cat in school. felix is a guy who used to be in the next class to us. then last semester he joined our class due to some reasons. so sam asked humairah that question lah if she had seen felix in sch. then guess what humairah reply????? "Oh the brown one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought sam was talking abt some cat in sch. there are many cats in SP lah so she must have thought we were talking abt one of the cats in sch. skaliiii it was felix the cat guy. LOL!!!!! those who know me shuld noe when i laugh, i reallllyyyyy laugh. kwangkwangkwangkwangkwang!!!!! then when the train was approaching boon lay mrt, meng kiat was facing one of the doors, ready to get out of the train. skaliii the door was to open at the opposite side. then guess what meng kiat did??????? he pretended to lean on the door, trying to hide his embarrassment!!!! lol!!!!! trying to act cool only. blueekkkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha it was really fun in the train lah. laughed to my heart's content. then they went to jp's 3rd floor foodcourt. when humairah and i saw the only malay stall there, lol. no mood to eat. so we left the rest and went to banquet and eat. the western food was nice seriously. but i think simei's banquet western food stall is better. the serving is more and the price is 50cents cheaper! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating and all, we waited for the rest at the entrance of JP. as usual, they were late. lol. expected. so both of us went from shop to shop. go in and go out. after going in and going out of 3 shops, there were still nowhere in sight!! only after a few minutes, then did we see zhihan. and realised meng and chris had also arrived. then we waited somemore for the rest. lol. dunno where they go. go see see watches i think. the malay girl at perlini look familiar eh. skali my sedare or what. weird weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to sch for intprg. i think today was a really bad day or what but somehow, i got the vibes that something wasn't right for some/one of them. but i brushed the thought of. no use getting angry for no reason. so just buat bodoh then everything will go back to normal hopefully. intprg practical was hard for me. we were doing javascript practical. god. visual basic is so much damn bloody easier to understand. haix. but hope i can master java script. i'm planning to do well for all my programming language modules. hope for the best for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. nothing happened. stoned all night. watched my big fat obnoxious fiancee. lol. stupid reality show. nip/tuck after that. i loike christian troy! hensem! the funny part of the show was when he was delivering his supposed child when the child came out was a black boy!! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what happened after that. did i fell asleep? dunno. i think so. but anyway, i slept at 1.45am or so. my sister so smangat go and watch the opening ceremony of olympics. she's an olympic freakkk. :P i slept from 1.45am all the way to 1.45pm. :) 12 hrs of sleep feels good! today, i'm going to start going my intprg assignment. or play around with dreamweaver or i dunno what. but whatever it is, im planning my study schedule today. mst dah nak dekat oi! mst have to do well oi!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand's shaking. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109246941062295177?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109246941062295177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109246941062295177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109246941062295177' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109231673519120100</id><published>2004-08-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:18:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you how my day was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NSM, had our lunch. After lunch, Humairah and I made our way to the parking lot near the street soccer court. We waited for Jason at his bike there. Then he came with Sufi. So Sufi test his skills first on Jason's bike. I was so kancheong after Sufi ride off. I kept standing up to look if he had come back. I couldn't wait for my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, Sufi came back! My heart was pounding like mad oredi. By then I already had my helmet on!!! Idiot siak. Helmet also don't know how to wear. Anyway, after some help from Humairah, my helmet was ready, I climbed onto the bike and soon, I was riding pillion on Jason's bike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason brought me all the way to Ngee Ann poly and wah lao!!!!!! It was so fun siak!!!!!! I don't know if he was speeding or what, but it was fast to me!!!!!!! The wind was in my hair and in my face!!! At some points, I didn't dare open my eyes! LOL!!!! But most of the time, my eyes were open larh. Throughout the whole ride, Jason told me about some things about the bike, about riding the bike and many things lah!!!! God! I was so excited I kept laughing my head behind Jason! He told me I was like a small girl first time take roller coaster. LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went from SP to NP and then back to SP. When I came back, the group of DICT yr 1s malay girls were laughing at me. I buat bodoh only lah eh. Cannot be bothered with them. I was too happy to bother about anything else except for the bike ride I just had!!!!!!!! Then when jason stopped, I didn't know how to go down from the bike. =X After that, HELMET ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO OPEN! LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat beside Humairah, still excited from the bike ride and all when she told me when I rode off, those yr 1s girls were laughing at me also. SHEESH!!! What siak!!! Maybe I was too excited or what so I looked a bit suaku or whatever ah! HECK CARE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I had the time of my life!!! HAVE I MENTIONED ALREADY?? That was the FIRST TIME I ever rode on a bike! YUP YUP! In my 18 yrs of life, today was the first time I ever ride pillion!!!!!!!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN AGAIN!!! I want to ride on Jason's bike again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109231673519120100?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109231673519120100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109231673519120100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109231673519120100' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109223235865804683</id><published>2004-08-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:52:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K lah let's update this blog. Had a long weekend due to the National Day celebration. I got bored watching the parade. Balek2 same only. Boring lah eh. Then after Singapore Idol. Mak oi. Merepek meraban bau mcm belacan. I was disgusted by that Steven Lim. Ish. The eyebrow plucker that one. Obviously he AA only. AA: Attract Attention. Anyway, I found Singapore Idol boring. It was a little bit too copy of their american counterparts. Anyways, I slacked my ass off throughout the weekend. On Sunday or Monday, I slept from 1pm to 6pm. POWER OR NOT?? When I woke up, my body was aching all over. Ah sleep somemore lah. Revision dont want to do. Bagos Bagos. Amalkan slalu. My days have been boring recently. Nights are spend doing my tutorials and revising and don't know what else. Haix. Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train home with Chris, Boon, Meng, Han and Ai yesterday. Chris, Boon and Meng were going to PS to watch a movie. Ailian was going to town for I don't know what. Han and I were heading home. Lol. At night I dreamt of Han Soon. LOL!!! I think because I took the train home with him then somehow, he got stuck in my sub conscious. My dream yesterday was a bit weird lah. I dreamt of many rubbish things. I was doing my Maths when I fell asleep on the floor. Then my dreams were nonsensical things. Sheesh. When I woke up, my back hurts like monkey. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Quiz today. Bodoh seh. I could have scored 18/20 but due to my FAILING EYESIGHT, I SO DAMN BLOODY DIDN'T SEE THE MINUS SIGN BEFORE THE SINE FUNCTION AND SO, I COCKED UP MY EQUATION. SCORED ONLY 16/20. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix. &lt;br /&gt;Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train home with Chris, Boon, Meng and Han Soon and his friend today. Chris, as usual, got bullied by us. Pity sia Chris. We all called Chris Toto. LOL! Even Han Soon bullied him. =P Ke Lian. KwangKwangKwang~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;am &lt;br /&gt;so &lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;wish&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;semester&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Adam in the train. Then I saw Salihah's sister. Sheesh. They look so alike siak. Then Adam got excited seeing Salihah's sister's friend. I think her name is Atikah. Siao kia. He was smiling like an idiot. He told me that girl was shorter than me. When I got near her, then i realised that it was true. LOL. So I'm not the shortest around lah. KwangKwangKwang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Need to do the proposal and DS tutorial now. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109223235865804683?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109223235865804683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109223235865804683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223235865804683' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109188993918919484</id><published>2004-08-07T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:02:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was damn bloody bored today. I watch Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone in the afternoon. NICE! I LOIKE! :P I got hooked on harry potter after watching harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban with junjun and syimir. before that, i've never read any harry potter books or watch any harry potter movies. slow seh. so after that.. or was it before that? k whatever. i took black and white pictures today. not really black and white ah. grayscale. eh no. monochrome. pape larhhh. the thing is: i was so bored today that i decided to play around with my digital camera and so, i took a lot of pictures today. wanna see? click below. :) will include the album in the albums corner soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeIOGLRi2btnIg&amp;notag=1"&gt;&lt;img border="2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/boredday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109188993918919484?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109188993918919484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109188993918919484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188993918919484' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109188749779064098</id><published>2004-08-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T22:04:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4d626b3127cceb39a84cbed550000001610"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka nak step maner nye fierce. KwangKwangKwang!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109188749779064098?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109188749779064098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109188749779064098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188749779064098' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109186203376273133</id><published>2004-08-07T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:00:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so damn bloody tired this week that i just can't be bothered to blog! so what happened this week? the gist of it: staying up late in the night to complete my icpro assignment and revising my maths. and everyday, always, when i woke up the next day from the staying up late nights, i would have eye bags and dark rings and i won't even be able to recognise myself. i'm just sooooooooooooo tired. haix. see. now i'm even lazy to put my text to capital letter. everything in this post is lowercase. cannot be bothered. oh i just yawn. and guess what? i just woke up! nice eh? i woke up at 10am. then i cleaned myself, eat, read the papers then went back to sleep. now i just woke up, still yawning and yawning and i plan to go back to sleep. soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are filled with tears. the other day, on thursday, during the break btw ds lecture and intprg lecture, i was yawning my mouth away to a point that so much tears were welling in my eyes that i suddenly cried. yah. "cried" as in the tears started flowing down my cheeks making it seem like i cried. it was a funny scene bcoz zhiying saw it and she thought i was crying. lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have nsm, intprg and ictpro assignments to do. oh they suck. haix. i'm really really tired. i wish i have a notebook so doing intprg on the mrt can be achieved. u know it suck that i know everyday i waste 2 hrs of my journey to and fro sch doing nothing at all in the mrt? i could have use this 2 hrs to do something, if only i had a notebook. grrrr. i'm broke. really lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say. except for this. during intprg practical yesterday, who-mai-rah wanted to say "my eye pain" when she said "mak ey pain". lolx. i laughed like nobody's business. k that's all for now. oh. i just yawn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic that i took with brian yesterday while waiting for intprg practical to start. for my non-sp friends, no, brian is not my stead. he's my class rep. kwangkwangkwang. enjoy ur long weekends. will update soon? hopefully. if i don't update soon, i just want to wish someone.. wish someone of the years she have gone through.. sometimes i cry when i think about her life... :~(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! How old ah? I've lost track of my country's age. kwangkwangkwang! eh. why the happy birthday singapore in capital letters? spoil seh. &gt;:( &lt;- this angry face don't look angry at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah. enough is enough. eh. where is the picture? kk. below below. and oh. last last. promise. i was kidding abt the crying for singapore part. really. believe me. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/brianandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i lied. not the end. this is the end. fatimah, maner kau? trus hilang gitu seh. :( aku sedih. lolx. btul larh. tak caya sudah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali she no longer reading this eh. pape larh. asalkan kau bahagia. hari raya nak dekat. maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously can't wait for hari raya. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109186203376273133?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109186203376273133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109186203376273133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186203376273133' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109145251879375191</id><published>2004-08-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:19:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was being a cranky bitch during DCF practical. Hmm.. today had lunch at KFC. Nothing much happened. After lunch was DCF lecture. Before the lecture theatre opened, we hang around outside the LT. Then I asked Jason about some driving lessons thingy and suddenly, everyone thought I wanted to take up a driving license! What only!! See lah my class. All kaypoh eavesdrop on my conversation. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCF lecture was ok. Then we had a short break. After the break, my class from 16 became only 4. How pathetic can we be? Lolx. All tired or no mood or sleepy. Then go home leave only 4 of us behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once DCF lecture was over, I head to Pasir Ris to go to Hai Sing. When I entered the band room, the band was playing a song. Then when they stopped for Mr Chua to explain some things to them, my section finally realised that I had came! Everyone was soooo excited to see me. Lolx. Like many years never see me before. I felt happy that my juniors still get excited seeing me. Lolx!!! Kai Ling was there with Sarah Chan and Siew Peng. She updated me on many things. Tsz Yan so loving with her boyfriend now ahhhh. LOL!!!!! Can't imagine her sia. Hmmm.. then found out Derrick is slacking in his work!! NO!!! He cannot slack!!! Haix.. I think my junior is too uptight. He's putting in a lot of energy for his Os to the point that he doesn't realise that he's really exhausted. I must talk to him soon. My poor boy boy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh! Now, Ms Quek is gone, I think? So a new teacher I/C for the band. So now, the teacher I/Cs for the band are Ms Lindy Ong(erk.), Mdm Zaibon(Fav band teacher :P), Ms I don't know what name the chinese teacher that one, and the latest addition to the gang is.. JENG JENG JENG! Mdm Siti, my Malay teacher for 1 and 1/2 months after Cikgu Haslindah left us to be stationed at MOE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw soooooooo many alien faces in the band just now. Alien? =P My sec ones. Some of them I've never seen before. Geez.. Now I don't know the names of my Sec Ones AND Sec twos. I think I'll be calling them "boy" and "girl". =X Cannot be bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.45pm, Mr Chua dismissed them. Then The Ong Lai was briefing the band on the rehearsal the band has tomorrow. After awhile, Wysen Kwek realised that MR CHUA HAD FORGOTTEN TO TAKE BACK HIS HANDPHONE AFTER HE HAD USED THE SCHOOL'S RESOURCE OF ELECTRICITY TO CHARGE HIS HANDPHONE! Wysen ran up only to find Mr Chua gone liao. THEN SUDDENLYYYYYYYYY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Door Open*&lt;br /&gt;"My phone.." *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLx. Mr Chua came back to take his phone. I found out that this isn't the first time he had forgotten to take his phone after charging it in the band room. -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they were dismissed, I took the chance to play my drumset. **** siak. I can't play my drumset anymore!!! How frustrating can this be??? I know that my strokes have improved but I can't coordinate anymore!!! It's like my snares and my toms all went haywire! OMG. It was a disaster for me just now. Haiz. Felt like crying. Now my juniors are better than me. But their strokes still suck. HurHurHur~! Can't beat their old-time senior. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. While walking to the Downtown East bus stop, guess who I saw??? PAUL CHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He lost so much weight!!!!!! So he walked me to the bus stop. Lol. Paul was actually riding his bicycle, going nowhere. So as bored as he was, he accompanied me to the bus stop! And we talked and talked and laughed and crapped! So fun~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached the bus stop, I was telling him lah that his bike looks very nice. And guess what he thought he heard??? He thought I said his BUTT was nice!! OMG PAUL!!!!!! Of all things~!~!!~!~!~!~ Paul Paul.. Still as crappy as ever.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus 3 came very soon. So I bade him goodbye and boarded my bus. In the bus I was thinking of him. Yah can't believe I actually think of him. LOL!!! Joking Joking.. Paul is the first guy to ever send me home, believe it or not. :P I was sick that day and I couldn't even walk properly and he actually carried my bag and send me home! I told him to just send me to the bus stop but he actually wanted to send me all the way to my doorstep. Luckily, my sister was coming back home so he left me in my sister's care. It was so sweet of him! LOL. Paul is a very caring guy only that he's realllllyyyyyy very crappy. Humairah should know ah! She's been through Paul's hell before. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Paul.. He's a great guy. Lol. Everytime when we tell him that he's crappy, he will tell us that he got worse after he got banged by the bus when we were in Sec One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH IT'S TRUE! When I was in Sec One, suddenly news came that someone from my batch, 1E1(I was in 1E3), got banged by the SBS bus in front of our school. Everyone was so damn bloody shocked! 1E1 form teacher even cried! Coming from Hai Sing Catholic, A Mission School, we prayed for him almost everyday. And miraculously, Paul survived. He woke up from his coma. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Now he's sooooooooooo CRAPPY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what miracles God can do for us? Even after Paul got banged by a bus, he still continued living his life to the fullest. He's always happy, making everyone happy, being optimistic, being a parasite sometimes too -_-"" and more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Choo Wei Jian, a guy I don't regret knowing in my lifetime. I hope he finds his true happiness soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109145251879375191?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109145251879375191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109145251879375191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145251879375191' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109134728820625862</id><published>2004-08-01T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T16:01:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts knowing how stupid I can be. I've been doing nothing but revising Maths for the whole of this weekend but I've not made any progress at all. I'm still stuck at Tutorial 2 when my classmates have already moved on to Tutorial 3 and who knows, some might even have go on to Tutorial 4. People think I'm smart when actually I'm not. I'm not one bit smart. I hate to admit that I'm nothing but a stupid idiotic person who can't do a single thing right. Other people do badly in their exams because they're lazy and not because they are stupid. I know most of my classmates can do better than me if only they had the kind of goal I have. But they are lazy and they know it themselves. For me, I'm plain stupid. It takes me twice the time of my friends' to understand something. I don't know why I'm even crying while I'm typing this but I'm frustrated. I'm really frustrated. I don't want to fail Maths. I don't want to screw my life just because I fail one stupid fucking module. I don't want to lose the scholarship which has been the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm frustrated. I really really am. God help me clear my mind, open up my heart, put more patience into me because I really need your help right now. I want to stop crying. I don't want to cry anymore over Maths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109134728820625862?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109134728820625862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109134728820625862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109134728820625862' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109120425588838203</id><published>2004-07-31T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:17:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bachelor Bob chose Estella????? WHY? WHY????? Is he blind or something?? Kelly Jo is so much nicer and hotter than Estella. One look at Estella and you know they won't last. And I'm so damn bloody right. No wonder Bob broke up with her. He's dumb. She's fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I fell asleep at the end of the Bachelor again!!! Why do I keep falling asleep while watching tv nowadays?????? I found out the outcome of the Bachelor only through the ABC website. Haix. Then after that, I watched Nip/tuck with my eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE SHOW!!!!!! I did open my eyes once or twice but nothing went into my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't watch tv anymore because it's useless. I keep falling asleep while watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109120425588838203?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109120425588838203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109120425588838203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120425588838203' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109119567843155930</id><published>2004-07-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:54:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I saw Radimah again in Bus 3. Hiakhiakhiak! Adam is an arse. He just won't give up! Thank God we didn't make any bets yesterday if not, I would have won another $10 from him! KwangKwangKwang~! After the Greenviewans alighted, I was wondering why Radimah looks so familiar. Then I realised that she kind of look like Ashlee Simpson, the girl from 7th Heaven and the singer. Hmmm.. she really look like her. Interesting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungry when I reached school that I went to the snacks vending machine to buy a Pocky Pocky. Lolx! Is that the spelling? Pocky? Don't know. So during NSM lecture, I ate my pocky pocky. I realised that I'm more awake when I'm munching on something. Shit seh. Eating for fun is bad for health. Eating for fun.. SHEESH!! ICTPRO practical after that. I now have a little bit more idea of doing the decryption. I'm more aware of the errors that users might encounter so I've added in some error checking steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lecture after that. By then my stomach "Grak Gruk Grak Gruk" already. Hungry like don't know what. I wasn't all lost in maths lecture. After revising my differentiation and intergration, i have a bit more understanding on them. Finally, once maths ended, it was LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls plus Chris, Meng and Jun went to FC2 Macdonalds. Meng and Chris were talking nonsense again. Then after eating and all, when we were walking back to EEE, they all were "playing lift"!!! Take one lift.. come out.. then take another lift.. PENGZ!!!! All crazy liao.. Then Zhiying say I always blog calling them crazy then now, she wants to call me crazy too!!!! :P Humairah went gila again. Suddenly laugh for no reason. -_-"" lOlx!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to T15 and sat there while waiting for time to pass by. Then at 2.55pm, we went up to T12404. Today's INTPRG was doing CSS. Woah! I'm now more confident of CSS! Once I was familiar with CSS, I quickly went to my blog to make some changes. HiakHiakHiak! I love knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to talk about. *Yawn* I'm so sleepy. Hopefully I can sleep early today. Need to take revenge for my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109119567843155930?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109119567843155930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109119567843155930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119567843155930' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109111507186115386</id><published>2004-07-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:31:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! That was tiring. I got sick of my previous blogskin so decided to change to this. Took me almost 3 hours to do it. HiakHiak.. supposed to be doing ICTPRO but but but??? Heh... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109111507186115386?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109111507186115386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109111507186115386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111507186115386' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109110359869278402</id><published>2004-07-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:23:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of going to the toilet today! Urgh! I think I've been to the toilet for over 50 times today. And I'm NOT KIDDING. Menses. It's such a pain in the ass. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSM practical was cancelled today so we started school only at 1pm. DS tutorial first. I'm having a lot of problems doing DS tutorial. Like Humairah said, when it comes to lecture, we can understand but when it comes to tutorial, headache nak mampos. The questions in the tutorials are so complicating. It's like they're telling one whole story when in actual fact, they're just beating about the bush. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DS tutorial was DS lecture followed by INTPRG lecture. Vincent was disturbing Humairah then suddenly at one point, Humairah suddenly shrieked! EVERYONE turned to look at us(we were at the last two rows). Woah.. Then suddenly again, Humairah's table fell! The lecture theatre tables are the normal lecture theatre tables lah where you can slide it up to use it. Then her table must have been one of those which the screw spoil already. So somehow, her table suddenly slid down and all her things on the table fell! Again, everyone looked at us. I was being a horrible friend. Instead of helping, I was laughing at her. Ish. ***hole seh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai.. aku mintak maaf.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the lecture, Mr See also briefed us on the assignment. What a stupid complicated assignment. The assignment is something like an online shop or something like that ah. Belit nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere during INTPRG lecture, someone at the door suddenly shouted "OI!". Everyone turned to look at the door but that jerk was nowhere in sight. Ish. Can't believe such pranks were played in SP. God. Who was so damn bloody childish to do it? Year Ones? Don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. so once INTPRG lecture was over, I went home. My stomach cramps were getting worse that it was so unbearable. In the MRT, I saw this two girls who looked so familiar. And they kept staring back at me as well. Another of my "staring" incidents. Don't know lah. I really don't know why people keep staring at me. If I was the one who stared first, then can understand lah correct. But if I wasn't the one who started first, then.. whatever ah. Pening kepala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home, eat, watch tv and now I'm here. I just checked my SP email and I received one of this email regarding ITP exemption. Woah. ITP coming soon lah dey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from the email: The objective of Industrial Training Programme(ITP) is to expose students to real life industrial and business environment, and to gain hands-on training. Therefore, students who have many years of working experience in the relevant fields can apply to be exempted from the ITP. (&lt;strong&gt;note: the coming ITP period is from 8/11/2004 to 11/12/2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. my exams will end before hari raya. Good. Amin. From 8th November to 11th December, I will be doing my ITP. First time working. Yeah you got that right. I've never worked before in my entire freaking life. NEVER. This will be the first time I'm working and getting my rightly deserved paycheck. Not like now ah. Never work also get money. Yah never work my head. Everyday I cry at night because I'm pressuring myself to do well because of the scholarship. Can this be counted as working? Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't wait for fasting month! I realise that I enjoy fasting more than celebrating Hari Raya. It's like the cleaning of the house, the fasting, the breaking of fast with the whole family, the Hari Raya songs.. this is what I enjoy most. I &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; do not like Hari Raya itself. The stupid relatives will come in. The people I've never seen in my entire life before will come. Then they will make stupid comments here and there. And I will be there rolling my eyes again and again and again. My sisters will be cooped up in our room. BOO! Hari Raya sucks! Fasting Month rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note though, I'll be working during Hari Raya. HiakHiakHiak! An escape from the ALL THE RELATIVES WHICH I SO DAMN BLOODY HATE. ESPECIALLY MY FATHER'S &lt;strong&gt;SISTERS&lt;/strong&gt;. Is Juaini reading this? O.O I think we cousins should be ok with each other. I mean the ones who are around MY age. 20 and below please. I believe we'll get along well. But the elder cousins and their MOTHERS, OMG. HATE. My eyes will hurt so much each time I see them. They are an eye sore. Literally. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109110359869278402?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109110359869278402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109110359869278402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110359869278402' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109102145130676708</id><published>2004-07-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:30:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick and it's frustrating. Ok not really sick. I'm just having this oh-so-terrible migraine. I think it's because of yesterday. The whole night was spent revising Maths. At one point, I got too damn bloody tired and simply gave up. I placed my head on the table and tears just started flowing down. I told myself that I just couldn't do it. I couldn't do Maths. I was so disappointed in myself. Why am I so lousy in this subject? Other people can do it so why can't I? Now, I lack of sleep. And this migraine isn't HELPING AT ALL. Dammit. I need. My. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109102145130676708?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109102145130676708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109102145130676708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102145130676708' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109100394102319505</id><published>2004-07-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T01:22:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home. Today actually had Basic Photography Workshop but I felt like going down to the HSC Band room. But then I realised Dwayne doesn't go for band on Wednesdays so I just went straight back home. Reached my bus stop, wanted to sit at the void deck table of Blk 269(?) but there were a few Makciks sitting so I went to Blk 155 table. Then I remembered that Faizal finish sch early on Wednesdays so he should be home lah. I messaged him but he said he was busy SLEEPING. ***hole seh. Yesterday actually I was supposed to meet him lah but then he was still in the MRT. Idiotic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Adam? I THINK I saw Marlia. KwangKwangKwang!~ Harapan melepas. She was with her mum. Balek dari doctor kot. IF it's her lah. If it was really her, wakakakakakakaka bodoh nye lelaki. If not you could have at least see her. See jer tau. She was with her mother. =P Busy sleeping lagi ah. Bagos. Amalkan slalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlia looked very kakak2 to me. Sheesh. She's tall plus she has that "kakak" look. Mampos seh. I'm 18 and she's 16 and yet I look like her kid sister or her kid sister sister. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in school, when we were about to enter LT12B, I suddenly turn for I don't know what reason and the person behind me was like staring into my eyes. Weird seh. I mean.. k nvm. Just a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2B25 have so many foreigners. A few of them sat in front of me and when I heard them talking, my eyes just widened in shock. The language they were speaking were so alien. O.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorial was after that. I spent 1hr 30 mins solving TWO questions. TWO OMG. ONLY TWO. See how horrible my calculus is. Eh, that one still not calculus. ONLY TRIGO. Haiz.. I'm so stressed out just after 4 weeks of school. =( I need help in Maths. Serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nothing else to talk about. I feel like sleeping but I think I'm going to do my maths. Haiz.... Maths Maths Maths Maths. Then have to do DS tutorial. Hopefully continue on ICTPRO also. Transposition Decryption is screwed seh. I wonder who has completed their part one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh OH!! Forgot to mention.. when I came out of Pasir Ris MRT control station, I went to the machine to top up my Ez-Link. Then I saw Dawn Prima Ria using the SAM. Woah! She's really very pretty. *starstruck* lOlx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the Manja magazine which my mum bought a few days ago and Herizal was in it posing for some clothes. Eeewww. He looks fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*herizal perut boncit mcm sec one dulu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KwangKwangKwang~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's all. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109100394102319505?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109100394102319505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109100394102319505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109100394102319505' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109093924872961026</id><published>2004-07-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:40:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah!!!!! Tama Goh is on TV!!! He's playing the drums for the live band in Anugerah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruff Edgez peh kental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109093924872961026?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109093924872961026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109093924872961026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109093924872961026' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109091905882831755</id><published>2004-07-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T17:09:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just reached home. When I reached my bus stop, I decided to sit under Blk 155 to take a "breather". I seriously wanted to take "some air" because I was feeling so stressed. Maths was horrible. I don't undestand a shit she taught. Grrrrr.. So anyway, I sat there for some time, taking a "breather". Then while I was sitting there, I turned to my right and I saw this Pasir Ris Crest malay girl and a guy in home clothes at the Blk 156 table. They should be around 16 years old. At first, I saw them studying. THEN SUDDENLYYYYYYYYY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaDa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorang memotek plakkkkkk.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: They were you know you know.. doing what a couple would do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISSING and I think they were *aHeMPettingaHeM* also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 yr old kids memotek-ing under Blk 156.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I told you many kids do those kind of stuff under YOUR block.&lt;br /&gt;(I was talking to baka neko aka faizal a.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays. Want to do those kind of stuff, go somewhere private lah. Do in public exciting ah? Sheeshh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-R-O-W  U-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, No I didn't sit there and "enjoy watching" them do those stuff. The moment they started, I simply walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109091905882831755?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109091905882831755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109091905882831755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109091905882831755' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109089829461382523</id><published>2004-07-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T11:18:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the CAD/CAM lab now. Wahahahahahaha~! Finish Practical 4 already. I did it in less than 45mins. Hmmm.. today in the bus to the MRT station, guess who I saw???? That Springfield/SP guy! Wakakakakakakaka! He wear until so smart mamat like that. Lol. And I thought Faizal was the last malay guy on earth who is decent and smart. *bLueK!!* See, now you've got yourself a competitor. KwangKwangKwang~! Both in SP. Sheesh. SP guys. The two guys who I seriously admire are both from the same school. Eh wait.. I admire Faizal??? EEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!! TIDAK! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizal is an asshole seriously. He behaves as if he's such a gentleman but if you are his FRIEND, no matter guy or girl, he will treat you the same!!!!! The lame jokes will start coming in, the corny things he say and all lah!!! Irritating begedil. lOlx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard something happened yesterday between him and that girl? Hmmm.. Be strong lah k. You've got your heart broken many times. Just continue standing strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else ah? Nothing to update. OH! OH! Yesterday durin DCF practical, my fingernails turned blue again!!! I think something's wrong with my body or something because I keep turning blue each time I'm cold!!!! But the blue eh salah, not blue, PURPLE. But the purple is too scaryyyy. Like I'm not healthy like that. Haix. Don't know lah. I'm not a healthy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. On Sunday, my family was talking about all of my siblings and my birth time. My mum gave birth to my brother around 1-2pm. My first sister 8-9am. Both of them also peak hours. Then my third sister was born at Subuh, around 4-6am. Then ME???? I was born at midnight! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two children all very kecoh, hectic. But my second sister and I both very peaceful. Yah yah like real. Hahahahahaha!!! Then last time I remember during Sec 4 or something, my committee and I were slacking around in the band room. Then somehow, we started talking about our birth time also. Then when I told them that I was born at midnight, my BM, Hwee Lee, told me that TIGERS give birth at night!!! So what does that mean???? I was born in the Year of the Tiger correct??? Then my mum gave birth to me at midnight correct?? Then tigers give birth at night/midnight correct???? So what does that mean?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM FIERCE LIKE A TIGER!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KwangKwangKwang! Just my luck. So the next time I snap at you, please forgive me because I didn't mean to be born at midnight!! Now I'm like that, fierce like a tiger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K rubbish. My fingers getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh. One last thing. My friends discovered how to MSN in school. Go to &lt;a href="http://wbmsn.net/beta"&gt;http://wbmsn.net/beta&lt;/a&gt; to MSN in SP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109089829461382523?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109089829461382523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109089829461382523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109089829461382523' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109075085395607139</id><published>2004-07-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T18:20:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired!!!!!!!! Guess what time I slept yesterday??? 2.30am!!!! Wah kaoz!!! All because of ICTPRO. Then today I continued doing it until my decryption ALMOST correct but still got errors. Haiz!!! My encryption is transposition cipher using 6-digit key and caesar cipher shifted left by 10 characters. When my plain text is 6 characters, i encrypt then decrypt back no problem. But when my plain text is &gt; or &lt; 6 characters, when I encrypt CAN but decrypt CANNOT!!! 8~( Haiz... Sad siak. I'm so tired of seeing codes and codes and endless codes. Need Francis Teo guidance. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109075085395607139?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109075085395607139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109075085395607139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109075085395607139' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109068845737672800</id><published>2004-07-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T01:12:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN YOU PEOPLE BELIEVE IT??????????? I GOT MY CODES RIGHT FOR MY TRANSPOSITION ENCRYPTION!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lah some of my classmates have already managed to get theirs working already and all but I'm just so thrill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My GUI is really nothing compared to Zhiquan's and Boon Keat's but who cares right?????????????????? LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; I'M SO DAMN BLOODY HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aiyah, I've completed only 1/4 of the first part. Shit siak. Caesar Cipher Encryption still not done. Caesar Cipher DECRYPTION and Transpose Decryption still not done. ****!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109068845737672800?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109068845737672800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109068845737672800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109068845737672800' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109057177660628159</id><published>2004-07-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:36:16.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in T12404 again having my INTPRG practical! SIanz.. today was another crazy day with the class... I hope to complete ICTPRO asap. Francis Teo is a nice guy. He helped most of us in our encryption.. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our 2-hr lunch, Brian, Sufi, Meng Kiat, Chris, Boon Keat, Zhihan, Ailian, Pei Ying, Veron, Zhi Ying, Humairah and I went to Clementi Al-Azhar to makan. All of us ate a lot siak! I ate $3 murtabak and chicken chop. Now so damn bloody full. LOL. Boon Keat ate more! Thin guy but big appetite. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then towards the end, at one point, Zhi Ying stepped on my feet. So I look and smile at her ah. SKALI she stepped harder!! PENGZ!!! So I had to pull my feet away lah. Only then she realise she was stepping on my feet! -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.. I forgot about many things that I had wanted to blog.. Maybe later at night will update again. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109057177660628159?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109057177660628159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109057177660628159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057177660628159' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109051457438577453</id><published>2004-07-23T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:42:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to mention.. Yesterday, my sisters and I were watching CSI lah.. Halfway through the show, my second sister dozed off so she went inside the room and sleep lah.. Then!! Towards the end of the show, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; dozed off!!!! **** sia!! When I woke up, it was exactly 12am. Then I turned and I saw that my first sister had also dozed off!!!!!! Sheesh! We are very very tired people. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at T9, I thought I saw Ismira. Looked like her.. But don't know if it's her or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was browsing through the pictures that I had taken today, I realised that I have eye bags!!!!!!! WTF~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/eyebags.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109051457438577453?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109051457438577453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109051457438577453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051457438577453' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109051197475448188</id><published>2004-07-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T23:59:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class is turning crazy! *shakes head* First were the guys and now the girls! Ish!!! My class nonsense seh! Today started with NSM practical followed by lunch. During lunch we were talking nonsense and Zhi Ying said something which made many ppl laugh!! =X She today veryyy blur. LOL!! Then that Veron hor!! She hit my head twice!! Evil siah!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humairah.. aiyah.. this one as usual.. Every of my post also I say she's crazy.. That means true lah.. She IS crazy! KwangKwangKwang!! DS lecture and INTPRG lecture was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORING!! Everyone was practically falling asleep! And me too! Sial lah. Then some more just now we sat at the back of the lecture theatre. Sheesh!!!! My eyes were closing almost every minute. SO I decided to eat my mentos to keep me awake. Ended up, I ate the whole box of mentos!!! Now having stomachache. See lah. Eat one whole box of mentos some more lah. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Meng Kiat, Sufi, Chris, Vincent, Humairah and I went to Tiong Bahru plaza to watch I, Robot. They actually wanted to watch King Arthur but I told them that I don't want to end up dozing off in the cinema because I was really in my sleeping mood! Then Chris wanted to watch I, Robot badly so we gave in and watched that movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, we all were talking crap siah! Then we were talking about Chris and his porn addiction so loudly siak!!! =X Sorry ah Chris. Don't cry hor! =P Reached Tiong Bahru went to the GV and found out the earliest timeslot was at 6.30pm. So after awhile, we bought the tickets. Then Junyan came. After buying the tickets, Junyan and Chris stayed at the arcade while the rest of us went to Coffee Bean to kill time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we all talked nonsense. Kaoz.. My friends all gila.. =X Then they make me crazy also.. Haiz.. No hope no hope.. =D Then around 6.25pm, we went up to the cinema. Lol.. we didn't know where to enter the cinema hall.. All first timers at GV Tiong Bahru. Only Chris expert. LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Robot was a funny movie! Though the story line was like typical future movies storyline, still, Will Smith was a funny guy in that movie! Should go watch for some laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite line from that movie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith: *ACHOOO!* Excuse me, I'm allergic to bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone in the cinema was laughing like crazy!!! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. Too tired. When I reached Pasir Ris interchange, I THOUGHT I saw Hazel, my primary school friend. I THINK it's her lah but I didn't even look at her siak!! You all know lah recently so many freaking people have been staring at me so I really didn't want to look at anyone who I think is staring at me. Sheesh. Stupid me. My own friend I don't want to look at. It should be her ah. SHOULD BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I saw Edwin Teo, primary school classmate, when I was in the train to go to school today. I think he's in SP also. God. What's up with recently?? I've been seeing SO MANY of my primary school friends. Interesting siak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah. I want to do my ICTPRO now. Tomorrow sch starts at 8.30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nak bet lagi tak aku mesti naik same bus ngan dier tml?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KwangKwangKwang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos for today have been uploaded. Go see the pictures I took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/July%2022/?"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 22. A day in SP and I, Robot Movie Outing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109051197475448188?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109051197475448188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109051197475448188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051197475448188' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109041204588391608</id><published>2004-07-21T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:29:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that yesterday, the lift at T15 was being a *****. When I wanted to go into the lift, it closed on me!!!! So I had to push the door open lah. And in doing so, I chipped part of my index finger nail. It was so out of shape that sadly just a few minutes ago, I had to clip it off. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click for a better view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/CIMG0563.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/4small.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/CIMG0565.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://img31.photobucket.com/albums/v94/skarr04/2small.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109041204588391608?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109041204588391608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109041204588391608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041204588391608' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109040759080069021</id><published>2004-07-21T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:03:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently hooked on to the song Lydia by F.I.R. =X Nice tune. Lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started at 12pm today. DS lecture was ok. The programmable logic device topic was easy to understand. Hmmm.. Maths tutorial was after that. It was the most fruitful Maths tutorial I ever had. I learned A LOT today. I think the whole class was enjoying Maths tutorial. REALLY! When my Maths lecturer said "Class dismissed" everyone was like "Really ah??". Usually they all would have already packed their bags minutes before lesson ends but today??? Everyone was SOOOOO absorbed doing Maths. LOL!! Maths is fun when you know how to do it. If not, SCREW MATHS!!!!!! Kwangkwangkwang!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! During Maths tutorial, Humairah went crazy!!! LOL!! Eh salah. She IS crazy! Wakakakakakakakakakaka!!!! Everyone was talking to himself/herself. Signs of stress. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maths, I headed for Simei. I told Humairah in class I had a craving for Fish&amp;Chips. Lol. So I went to Simei's Banquet ah. Simei is so deserted. Sheesh. When I took the escalator, I was all alone on it!!! And it was the main escalator!!! Sheesh! When I walked into Banquet, it was worse!!! I think I can count with my fingers as to how many people were there.&amp;nbsp;Eastpoint is a really ulu shopping centre. -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought my Fish&amp;Chips. After that, headed home. When I wanted to go down the escalator, I saw Amalina Mardhiah with a friend eating at Banquet. She looks really happy. Yesterday Humairah showed me the Bahas programme booklet and since Amalina was part of the TJC team, her face was inside that booklet ah. She really looked very happy in there. Hmmm.. It's been a long time since I last talk to her. I think the last time I saw and talk to her was last year. O.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 9 home. When I walked out of Eastpoint, the damn bus 9 had just left. So I had to wait for the next bus. While waiting, I saw the Changkat students. OMG. The Malays guys who were walking out of that school all had tapered pants. SHEESH!!! And it wasn't just one or two of them but more like EVERY MALAY GUY THEY HAD. And their tapered was like the kind which could kill their "brother". -_-" And Changkat students are OMG so low in standard compared to Hai Sing students. Almost all their students had shirt tucked out. The guys had long hair. Malay guys had tapered pants. Malay girls were like wearing underwears(meaning their skirts was so ****ing short) and their students are just obnoxious. EEEE. I wanted to vomit so many times when I saw their students. Luckily, the bus saved my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, prayed, eat, watch tv and now I'm here. My back hurts badly. Haiz so bored. Now nothing to do. Nothing my HEAD AH!!!!! ICTPRO still blank like ****. Tomorrow got what lessons ah? NSM practical, DS tutorial, DS lecture &amp;amp; INTPRG lecture. So today must do DS Tutorial ah? Sianz. Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My To-Do-List for today is: &lt;br /&gt;1) Do DS Tutorial 1B. &lt;br /&gt;2) Read up on DS lecture notes. &lt;br /&gt;3) DO THE BLOODY ICTPRO. &lt;br /&gt;4) Read up on INTPRG book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. so many things to do? Tonight still got Amazing Race and CSI. Argh. Going to sleep late again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109040759080069021?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109040759080069021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109040759080069021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109040759080069021' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109033957923113959</id><published>2004-07-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:06:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love practicing my drum strokes till&amp;nbsp;the whole of my both arms&amp;nbsp;turn red. I can feel the blood rushing to the tip of my fingers and making my whole arm feel so warm. It's&amp;nbsp;a great feeling. Feels like adrenalin rushing to your head. But better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109033957923113959?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109033957923113959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109033957923113959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033957923113959' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109033332814434102</id><published>2004-07-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T07:57:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happened yesterday?? Can't remember liaox -_-"" Hmm.. Oh! Yesterday whole day was DCF lessons. First was DCF practical followed by lunch and after which was DCF lecture. GOD. DCF is such an irritating module. All I see is sin and cos waves, sampling theorem,&amp;nbsp; Fourier series blah blah. WTF!! And the lecturer's accent wasn't of any help! Grrrr.. Have to do my own extra revision to understand the module. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Oh yesterday I exploded at Sufi. I think some of you might realise that I do have a thing called an EGO. When I can't seem to do something, it will take me a HELL LOT of courage and PRIDE to ask for help. Seriously. And if I can't do something, I&amp;nbsp;will hate anyone who MOCKS at me or IRRITATES THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened yesterday. During DCF practical, Humairah and I got stuck doing the m-file for the loop thing. So we tried and tried and tried and suddenly Sufi was kpo-ing around and when HE could do it but not us, he started poking our ego. It hurts so ****ing badly for me.&amp;nbsp;And when DCF practical was over, he was STILL POKING OUR PRIDE AND EGO. Of course lah I burst. I couldn't take it. He didn't need to rub it in. SO fine. We're not the smartest of all. Sure we know that. So if we DO struggle at doing something, please just understand that we're not geniuses. DO NOT tease our pride and ego because we HAVE FEELINGS. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Haix. Don't know lah. Sometimes it just hurts when people make fun of me when I struggle doing something. I didn't say I'm a genius. Fine whatever. Crap. Move on. Sorry to Sufi for saying some mean things to him. I really am sorry. Don't even know if he bothers reading this but what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S at night was touching. They reminisced the old times. I felt like crying. Though I didn't really watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S when I was young(I make myself sound so ****king old here), still, F.R.I.E.N.D.S has become a part of our lives. It's sad that they're closing the curtain this time. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Today, NSM tutorial was cancelled so lesson started at 10am. DS practical was BORING! I completed Practical 3 in less that 1hr. So for the rest of my time, I just slacked and surfed the web and talked with Humairah and so on. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Maths was after that. Ok I'm starting to understand a little bit about Maths. Get that? A LITTLE Bit. ****. I've been cursing a lot lately. Ask Meng Kiat. I was cursing throughout the whole DCF lecture and he had to endure hearing my cursings! =P &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After Maths was lunch. GOD I HATE SP. SP IS OVERPOPULATED IF THAT IS EVEN A WORD. THERE ARE JUST WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TOO MANY PEOPLE DURING LUNCH HOUR, IN ALL SIX FOODCOURTS. TMD!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ok. Humairah and I talked about something during lunch today. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buat aper2 yg patut asalkan kau tak menyesal engkau nye decisions.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;DCF tutorial after that. Ok I'm starting to get the hang of DCF and the Fourier series. K CRAP! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;INTPRG Tutorial after that pulak. Mr Yatim. Sheesh!!! That guy is really a slacker. -_-"" But I'm fine with it lah actually. He's nice which is a good thing but his lessons.. alamak. So not organised. K pape. As long as I do well for this module, I'm happy with it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY DISTINCTIONS. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found out something interesting just now. DICT 2B24, most of their students are 20++. And two are from Indonesia. And they have like what,&amp;nbsp;4 honour students? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109033332814434102?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109033332814434102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109033332814434102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033332814434102' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109016416345231772</id><published>2004-07-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:22:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm swearing him off my life. I will NEVER EVER pick up his calls nor REPLY ANY of his STUPIDDDDD SMS. THIS IS FRUSTRATING. STUPID IDIOT JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept the whole day. I'm so shagged that I just want to sleep. I'm having a terrible headache but I'm hoping it will go away by tomorrow morning. Argh. Year 2 is so stressful. SO DAMN BLOODY STRESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109016416345231772?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109016416345231772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109016416345231772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016416345231772' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-109008487573343214</id><published>2004-07-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T01:21:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To start off, I want to wish my dearest friend, Humairah, a very Happy 18th Birthday!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Aku harap engkau bahagia bahagia selalu dan continue working hard in everything that you do!! Nanti kau kahwin jgn lupa kawan kau niii. =P Kau lah sorang kawan aku kat SP. And again, aku mintak maaf kalau aku penah ader buat atau akan buat salah kat kau. Once again, Happy birthday!!! (Sorry ah eh.. aku nak wish kau dlm bahasa melayu pon tak pass.. kwangkwangkwang!) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So when was the last time I update? Tuesday right? So, on Wednesday after Maths, I went for the SP Photographers briefing. They said it will start at 3.30pm but guess what? They started earlier. Sheesh. Luckily I went to FC5 ATM there earlier that 3.30pm. If not, I would have missed a lot of things that were briefed on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes after I've settled down listening to the Committee members briefing us, suddenly this girl sat beside me. The Committee members were speaking in a very soft voice so the people sitting at the back couldn't hear lah. So this girl, suddenly, out of the ****king blue, she shouted at the Committee "EXCUSE ME! I REALLY CAN'T HEAR WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE SAYING."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned to look at her. There I was sitting beside her and I didn't know where to put my face. = That girl looked like Amelina except that she has long hair. And she wore a skirt which looked like Humairah's. LoL. After the briefing and all, we went for a tour at the clubhouse. God. After 4 years of having a basement bandroom in Hai Sing which has a size equivalent to nearly 3/4 of the school hall, I felt VERY odd when I saw how small the clubhouse was. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, went home. I don't recall anything happening on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, during NSM practical, my two hps suddenly received an sms. I wondered who the hell had smsed me early in the morning(11am). When I checked my hps, it was that JERK. Why won't he stop harassing me? Urgh. Irritated to the max. After NSM practical, my class went for lunch at KFC. Want to know something interesting?? Humairah wouldn't stop eating!! She ate and ate and she could still eat more! I was shocked. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? She was eating more than me! And Humairah is the kind of person who NEVERS or SELDOM finishes her food. Then we all disturbed her saying she was eating for two. =P JOKING!!! Sorry eh Mai. =P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After that was DS tutorial. Mr Huang had an important meeting to attend to so the tutorial was cut short. Since we were early, we slacked at LT14B first. The Chinese girls were taking photographs and the smoke gang had not arrived. So the rest were basically just slacking around. Slowly, the other classes arrived. Then at 2pm, we had our DS lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;DS lecture was followed by INTPRG lecture. I finally have a better idea of tables. I seriously suck at doing tables in HTML. I just can't seem to get my codes right. But after that lecture, my mind was much more clearer of the tags used. Felt happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After INTPRG lecture, Vincent, Meng Kiat, Jason, Boon Keat, Humairah and I went to Clementi to eat. Woah. Interesting menu they have. And it was the first time I saw the "Dinosaur" and "Godzilla" drink. Interesting. Vincent as usual was lame-ing around. And Humairah was eating again! She totally cleaned the food on her plate, while me on the otherhand, didn't really finish the food. I think we may have just switched stomachs or something. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I don't remember what had happened on Thursday night. My mind's very blurry now. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was started off with NSM lecture. We learned the OSI layers or something like that. It was really very dry. ICTPRO was next. ISH. Felt like banging my head against the wall. I just can't get my codes right. I sure as hell was feeling so damn bloody frustrated that I had offended Vincent somehow. Sorry ah Vincent. Don't know you got read this or not. But hell, I'm still saying sorry to you hear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was after that. The WHOLE lesson that she went through, I didn't understand a SINGLE thing. Crap. At the end of Maths, I felt like crap. Serious crap.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then during our 2 hours break, we celebrated Brian's birthday. The Chinese girls bought the cake from FC5 and later, we sang the birthday song for Brian. I did record some short clips. I'll try uploading it here later. After the mini celebration, we went off to sit at the Trung-Nguyen Cafe while waiting for time to pass by. Meng Kiat had brought cards so some of them played daidee. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So at 2.50pm, we set off for T12404. DICT 2B23 was still inside having their practical so we had to wait outside. Sufi was telling me about why he like the song "Turn Me On" by Kevin Lyttle. Then I saw the girl whom Adam has a crush on. *rolls eyes* When 2B23 was dismissed, we then went in the room. INTPRG practical was basically doing webpages and making frames. I finally know how to make frames. Happy happy. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. I had wanted to go to Waterfront to take some pictures but was too lazy to get my butt off the seat when the train reached City Hall. :D At night, Pui Shing from SP Photographers called informing the time and venue to meet for the camp. I went "Oh-Oh-ing" once I put down the phone. I seriously didn't feel like going from the camp. Then I remembered that a certain Ivy from SP Photographers had emailled me on Wednesday night. So I did a search on her email in Friendster and I did find her profile. In her profile, she had placed a website address so I, as busybody as always, went to browse her website. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed. Read what I had extracted from Ivy's "About Me":&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"...Right now, i cherish everyone around me, especially my family, i wouldn't want to loose anyone around. I had a hard time when my Daddy pass away, i hold on to tears while i cried hard inside of me. Life was then getting better after a yr...I am now able to cope with disappointments and unexpected events better and calm. I believe in God, and i know i am a religious person even though i do not have any religion. You might find it weird to hear this, but i believe the existent of God, everything that is all planned. But i have yet discover a religion that i could completely trust in it, and devote my soul to. &lt;strong&gt;There was once in my life that i tried hard studying Islam and Christianity&lt;/strong&gt;...but i have yet come to a decision to be a Muslim or a Christian because i have doubts in both religion..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that? I was downright impressed with what faith she has in her. After reading her blog, I WANTED to go to that camp because I wanted to see for myself what kind of girl she really was. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I dragged myself out of my bed to go to the camp. It was the normal ok-lah orientation camp. I mean I was a leader before so I know how boring this orientation camps can be. But I learned a lot today. And I got to know a number of people also. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We started the camp off by having the ice-breaker. Played don't know what games. Then later, this boy called Jonathan came. We found out that he couldn't hear.&amp;nbsp; So we had to modify our games so he could be part of it also. After the ice-breaker was lunch. Chit-chatted with Sam, Siti and two more others I think. After that was the photo-hunt. I learned quite a lot through it. I finally managed to learn to take pictures from new angles and perspective and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was after that. I sat at the same table with Ivy, Chong Yew, Raymond and Siti. We proceeded to the bunk area after that for the presentation. Pui Shing's group's photographs were really strong as they say it. Really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So at 9pm, Mei Ting, Siti and I went home. Kelvin, Yong Yan and Wei Shing walked us to the MRT station. I found out that Kelvin is also staying in Pasir Ris and he was also from Hai Sing! He was from the 1998 Graduation batch which means he was in the same batch as my first sister. Interesting. Kelvin, Wei Shing and I all live in Pasir Ris and Siti lives in Tampines. Wow. First time I know of so many people living in the east. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Pasir Ris MRT station, I saw Derrick and family. They just got back from the NDP rehearsal. LoL. I think Derrick is getting more good-looking by the day. LoL. Then when I walked out of the control station, I saw that jerk! Urgh. Felt like vomitting. He had a new hairstyle and he was on the phone so I don't think he saw me. Good. I don't wish to see him ever again also. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot. In the train, a few stations after Dover, this malay couple boarded the train. Then when they alighted at Outram or something, the malay girl kept looking at me. As she walked to the escalator, she kept turning to look at me. And when she was taking the escalator, she was STILL LOOKING AT ME. What F****** problem did she have? She wasn't staring as in want to pick a fight or something like. She was just looking at me in a weird way. I swear to God I don't know why people have been staring at me. I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I took bus 3 home. While waiting for the bus to arrive at the interchange, there was another malay couple sitting at those stone bench or whatever you call them. And yes, you guessed it right. That malay girl kept looking at me as well. TELL ME WHY. OH PLEASE. THIS IS DRIVING ME NUTS. F***.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my week. Tiring tiring feels like dying. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ivy IS really an amazing girl. That's what I conclude from observing her today. Sheesh. I seriously have a problem with observing people that it has become a habit. OBSERVING. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I forgot to mention. On Friday night, I logged into my Friendster account and found out Marlia had added me into her friends. I was like "EH?". Puzzled I messaged that bugger. I was wondering why the hell she added me and how the hell did she know me. He said he didn't know anything. *bLuEk*&amp;nbsp;So I ended up sending her a personal message in Friendster. Today when I checked my Friendster again, she wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;br /&gt;Ailram &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;br /&gt;July 17, 2004 5:59 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;br /&gt;Re: elo~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: &lt;br /&gt;sk04~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;How did she know I'm sk04? Did she saw my blog address in my profile? Is she reading this stupid blog? If so, "Hi Marlia :D". If not, what the heck ey?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm f***ing tired now. I'm super tired that I look like bear-bear now. I need to sleep. SLEEP. MY BED HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ICTPRO S*** LIKE F***.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;K&amp;nbsp;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-109008487573343214?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109008487573343214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/109008487573343214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109008487573343214' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108996695936253735</id><published>2004-07-16T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T16:35:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KwangKwangKwang~! I'm in school at T12404 having my INTPRG practical. So tiring siak! My eye pain pain now. Contacts starting to go gila! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;K update more at night. I hope I can upload today's "movie" I recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108996695936253735?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108996695936253735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108996695936253735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108996695936253735' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108971732286505802</id><published>2004-07-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T19:15:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is going on siak?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since school started last week, I've noticed that both Humairah and I have been getting a lot of stares in school. Maybe in school, we got the stares 'cause they might know who Humairah is lah since she's so famous in SP. Hiak Hiak Hiak Hiak!!! But we're getting too much stares!!!!!!! The other day in FC3, this group of Minahs wearing all black had their eyes on us wherever we go. PE SEH!!!! They're not the only ones ah!!! Wherever we go, we get stares seh!!! Ish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Humairah, Sufi, Meng Kiat and I went to Jurong Point to go service Humairah's phone. So after that, Humairah and I take the train home while Meng Kiat alighted at Raffles Place to go to town with his friend. Before that at Jurong East, I saw two ITE Bishan girls had boarded the train lah. There were standing all along until at Bedok or so that they sat in front of me. Then at Tanah Merah, Humairah alighted the train and went home. So, there I was all alone, sitting in front of this two girls. Then they kept scanning me from head to toe then giggling to themselves. In my head was like "WHAT THE FUCK SIAK?! AT SCH NOT ENOUGH IS IT?! HERE ALSO PPL STARE STARE AT ME. IS IT MY CLOTHING, MY HAIR OR WHAT?!?! ISH!!!! GERAM SIAK!!!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biler dorang tgkkan aku, aku da goyang siak!!!!! Fikiran tak tentu arah. Muka tak tau maner nak letak. ISK!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train reached Tampines, this two girls got off the train ah. Then I don't know why but from their facial expression I think they must have stopped at the wrong place or what. So they wanted to go into the train again when suddenly the train doors closed lor. Because of that they had to just wait outside the train. So when the train moved off, they were still staring at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ISH!!!! WHAT SIAK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand!!!! Tell me why people are staring at me!!!!! SERAM SAK!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108971732286505802?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108971732286505802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108971732286505802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108971732286505802' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108951490727953722</id><published>2004-07-11T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T11:04:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!!!!! It's been a few days since I last update my blog. So how was my week??? Ok lah.. School was ok. I still can't absorb Maths. Need some time to digest first. On Tuesday my day was fun right?? But on Wednesday, my day was so boring! I reached LT12B at 12pm for DS lecture. Then when Brian came, he said Maths tutorial was cancelled! Then during DS lecture, my class have not buy our bound notes so I didn't have anything to refer to ah. Just listen to the lecturer. Wah kao that guy! He told us a little bit about himself ah. He said he was from Kuching Sarawak. Then he studied at Hwa Chong JC before going on to NUS. After that, he went to SP and later, again to NUS. I think after that he joined SP as a lecturer or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he told us he's now married with two children. Then you know what he said?!?!?!?!?! His two kids make his life very miserable. WHAT KIND OF FATHER IS HE?!?!?!?! I was so damn bloody shocked when he said that. But this lecturer a bit weird. He kept smiling at us. And I think he smiled through the whole lecture. A bit lame also ah this guy. Oh oh!!! My DS lecturer, his pronounciation also was a bit funny. He pronounced "three" as "twee". Wakakakakakakakakaka!!! So once DS lecture was over, I went home since Maths tutorial was cancelled. So the whole Wednesday was super boring and I didn't even need to open my bag! When I reached Tampines, I decided to check out the prices of the digicams that I was eyeing. I couldn't make up my mind so I told Adam to accompany me the next day or so to buy the digicams. I cannot make mistake buy the digi cam seh. If not $800 gone just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm on Thursday.. my class started late since NSM practical was cancelled. So school started at 1pm for us. The lecturer was a Chinese guy. He looked very Chinese as in the China China kind. He was speaking in a very weird accent also. He sounded very Japanese though. When I went into the classroom, the lights weren't on and the air con wasn't working!! So the lecturer had to call the technician over. So he introduced the module then introduced himself and so on. True enough he was from China, I think. I think I need some time to get used to his accent. Hmmm.. then suddenly, Humairah and I saw this Indian guy loitering outside our classroom. SHE thought that guy was a forward-module student when HE was actually the technician!! Wah kao! That Humairah funny siak! So after a while, there were lights and aircon again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DS tutorial was DS lecture. That 'twee' guy again. Somehow I couldn't absorb what he was teaching. Maybe it was because I was smsing in class. Shit man. I promise I won't sms ever in class again. I PROMISE!! I REALLY PROMISE!! I can't afford to lose my focus on my studies just for the sake of smsing SOMEONE. Sheesh.. I'm losing it. O.O Then after DS lecture was INTPRG lecture. Lecturer quite young. Younger than most of the other lecturers ah. His mic sucks big time. His mic volume was so loud I swore I thought I was going deaf. Ali Razeen became his assistant. Fuhh. True honour student. *jealous* Wakakakakakakakakaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at home, guess what time I slept?!?!?!?!?! 11pm!!!!!!!!!!! Best siak sleep so early!!!!!!! I remembered when I wake up at around 5.30am, I felt so damn bloody good!!! It was the first time in 3 years or so that I slept so early!!!!!!!! But obviously sleeping early isn't going to be very possible. I have to stay up late to do my tutorials, read up on my lecture notes, complete assignments, revise blah blah blah. Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, school started early. NSM lecture at 8.30am. Ms Zhao was the lecturer. She's my practical and tutorial lecturer as well. She CLAIMED that we had learnt all those topics before when we HAVE NEVER been taught those topics. Merepek!! So, Ali Razeen voiced out that we have not learn all those before lah and so she said ok she will go slow or something. Weird seh. I hate the change in syllabus and all. Make all of us confused. After NSM lecture was ICTPRO. EEEEE!!!!!! As predicted, this module sucks big time!!!! No lectures no tutorials. Just do your ****ING assignment. ****!!!!! I'm really very stressed over this module. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ICTPRO was Maths lecture. Wah kao that ChengWLL. I guess that day wasn't her good day or something. People as usual arrived late, make noise, sms lah all those shit in the lecture theatre. She was of course pissed lah. Then towards the end of the lecture, she actually READ OUT our names ONE BY ONE CLASS BY CLASS. And there were like what? 5-6 classes?! IDIOT SIAK! Talk about wasting time!!!!!! I think it's good lah actually to be sure of the attendance and what not but I think she could have done it in another way or so to save our time. Sheesh.. Don't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was lunch. *gulp* I think I need to apologise to some people. I'm really very sorry for like acting not happy with you all. My fault really really. Next time want to eat any FCs also I don't mind because I don't plan to eat in school!!! Unless I'm really really starving lah.. So.. I'm very sorry to those who weren't happy. Sorry sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Brian, Vincent and Sufi played some lame games with us after we had finish eating. Wah kao! Don't know the MRT-station game, then got the open-close-open-close game then got the go-to-some-place-what-can-you-bring game. LAME!!!! I swear I almost throw my lemon tea at Vincent! ARGH! These guys are turning crazeeee!!!! Then they do the "peace-peace" then got one more don't know what. IRRITATING!!!! Then after that, the smoke-gang left. Then the Chinese girls also went to walk walk at the CCA booths. So left were Humairah, Weimin and I. Humairah and I talk talk until got some lame topics also or don't know what. Giler lah she! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 2.55pm like that, we started walking to T12A. Mr Yatim was already inside. I had a feel at Dreamweaver MX. Best siak that software! And OMG. Mr Yatim is really lame. He keeps speaking in Malay, Chinese and English also!!! Then he "can lah", "anything lah", everything oso lah!!!! Fun lahh. =P Hahahahahaha.. He's like Chanon Kulchol like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, met adam at Tampines Century Square. Nonsense seh that idiot. Don't know why he kept on smiling. So we went to Best Denki. After a few minutes of arguing with him, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; finally decided to buy the Casio Exilim EX-Z40. $799. SHEESH!!!! Imagine parting with $800 just like that! I swore I heard my heart cracked when I handed the cashier my NETS. And that idiot was laughing and laughing for I don't know what reason. I think he saw my heartbroken expression. SETAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home with him. He's happy when he's single. Sheeshh. First time single. Ever since I know him, he has ALWAYS been attached. Imagine an 18 year old guy being single for the first time on his life at this age. Surprising. =| I wish him all the best lah eh with that girl. Hopefully she doesn't break his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau da besar.. Asalkan kau bahagia, kau pandai2 lah eh buat keje.. Slamat Hari Raya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I found out my brother has been aiming this camera model for a long time now!!! He said he wanted to buy this camera with his first paycheck. Alamak! I spoil his dream siak!!! *guilty guilty* Nvm.. I'll let him borrow my camera anytime he wants. My brother takes very good care of things so I don't have to worry about anything. You know his HANDPHONE, he use the handphone pouch lah. THEN INSIDE, still got the PLASTIC. NOT THE PLASTIC STICKER FOR THE LCD YOU KNOW, BUT THE PLASTIC COVER TO HOLD THE HP WHEN YOU JUST BUY THE HP. SHEESH!!! He's THAT kind of person. Amazinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm on Saturday, yesterday, I slept the whole day!!!!! Wakakakakakakakakaka!!! Really. I woke up at night. After waking up, it was my usual routine. Eat, computer, surf web, blah blah. Boring! Then after midnight, I started reading my buku ugama. Then I felt my eyes feeling very warm. It was as if I was crying hot tears like that. Kao! I was going mad siak! I thought of putting my eye under running water but everyone was asleep and I was too chicken to go to the kitchen. So at 3am, I finally decided to turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm here! Don't know today want to go out or not. Boring seh sit at home. Don't know lah. See first. Maybe play around with my digicam. At night, I'm going to read up on my lecture notes and start working on my ICTPRO codes. *bLuEk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108951490727953722?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108951490727953722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108951490727953722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108951490727953722' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108912388807407135</id><published>2004-07-06T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:37:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a crazy day!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I left my house too early which made me reach the MRT too early as well! So, I sat at the MRT station platform till 8.10am. All those while I was seating waiting for time to pass by, I realised there weren't any new trains! Then when I finally decided to take the train at 8.10am, I realised it was the new train! OMG I was so happy! For those who don't know, I LURVEEEEEEE taking the new trains(the one with flourescent color chairs)! So, I sat at my usual seat then suddenly, the Springfield/SP guy sat two seats away from me! I was so damn bloody shocked and surprised at the same time. Of all times, I had decided to take that train and of all seats, he had to sit there! Then a few seconds later, I saw my sister taking the same train as me so she sat beside me! I've never taken the train to school with anyone before, so this was my first time taking the train to school with someone I know! Plus that cute guy! Wakakakakakakakakakakakaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reached school and again, the MRT station was so packed! All the year ones were crowding around the entrance. I continued walking to T15 for my NSM tutorial. When the lift opened, there were two lecturers inside. For a while, I hesitated taking the lift because I wasn't wearing my lanyard and there were two lecturers with a serious look on their face taking the same lift as me! Anyway, I still took the lift and quickly got out of the lift when I reached the 6th level. Then I realised the female lecturer who took the lift with me was walking the same direction as me. When I reached the place where Brian they all were waiting at, suddenly...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DICT 2B21 right?" &lt;- the lecturer asking Brian, my class rep.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was MY NSM lecturer! When we got in and everything, I realised that she's nice! She will be taking my class for NSM lecture, tutorial and practical! OMG. And, she's the module coordinator too. What great luck!!!!!! Since we have not had our NSM lecture, she told the class that once we signed our attendance, we could go off! So early dismissal from NSM tutorial for our class. Then we headed to FC 4 to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At FC 4, while drinking our milo, I talked to Humairah about that Springfield/SP guy. Then found out Humairah knows this guy more than too well! OMG! She said the guy's name is Khairul. After 3 years of watching him(he always takes the same bus to sch as me last time), I finally know his name! Wakakakakakakakakaka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10am, it was DS practical. My class practical lecturer name was Mr Rama. Alamak! He's nice too!!! But his pronounciation! He pronounced 'M' as 'YAM'!!!! Okok.. shouldn't make fun of his pronounciation but can see that he's really nice. My lecturers are all nice for I don't know what reason! Oh yah! It was my first time stepping into the CAD/CAM laboratory so a bit suaku. The monitor was HUGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DS practical was Maths lecture. My lecturer that Mrs ChengWLL came late again! Last time she took my class for maths, she was always late too! Then today first lecture, she's late again! When she came, I said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cher! You late so u must give us sweets!&lt;br /&gt;ChengWLL: *smile and laughs and pats my head* I do have sweets with me *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion: She was in her good mood. LOL. She's scary when she's in bad mood but when she's happy, wah really happy. Always gives us sweets as well. SP female lecturers like to give out sweets. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took our seats. My class as kiasu as ever, took the 3rd row of seats, I think. We were very 'ON' and all of us wanted to learn. Cannot miss it. Maths very important to us. LOL. Then somehow, this was the first time my maths lecturer was using LT12B. So she was very blur about everything! The visualiser, the computer all were not working! So we had to wait and wait and wait. Then the class reps went to take our maths lecture notes and tutorial booklet so we had a lot of time to ourselves. When they came back, the ChengWLL still don't know how to operate things. Then suddenly got this irritating low-pitch noise that went on and on and on and on!!! I felt as if I was in hell! OMG. Everyone was laughing and all. So things were all chaotic in the lecture theatre until about 12.45pm, 15 mins before end of lecture, that the visualiser was finally working! So we had a short lecture and all and finally, dismissal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, we went to FC3. The guys were lost somehow so Sufi ended up at the same table with Humairah, Weimin and I. After putting our bags down, we bought our food. While queueing up, there was this ****ed up female malay lecturer who asked the three of us if we were year one or year two students. So we said lah we were year two then she was asking us for our lanyard. I was like WTF?!?!?!?! WHO THE **** IS SHE TO QUESTION US THAT?! OMG. I WAS SO PISSED. SHE WAS SO STUCK UP AND EVERYTHING. GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! Somehow, Sufi covered up for us and we just ignored her. IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our food and all, we sat down and ate. OMG! Sufi was killing me sia! While we were eating, Sufi was cracking jokes and disturbing all of us and all!!! I couldn't eat properly seh!!!!! Usually I can finish my food quite fast and my plate would be very clean, but today, no!!!!! I was eating so slow because I kept laughing and laughing!! Then when I was about to finish up my chicken rice(we 3 ate the same), my fork kept breaking!!! My fork was like a bogeh(no teeth) fork. What sia! All Sufi's fault!!! LOL! Humairah cannot be bothered with him liao! Wakakakakakakakakakaka!!!! Then before we left, Sufi took the 2 cucumber slice from my place and placed it on Weimin's plate. Then he took the chicken bone or what and don't another what and made it into a smiley face! Irritating siak!!!!!!!!!! Next time, no more eating with SUFI!!!!! I see his face already I want to laugh! Same like Vincent! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next lesson was DCF tutorial with Patrick Chow at T12. There wasn't any tutorial also since we didn't cover much during DCF lecture. So after 30mins into the lesson, he dismissed us! But all of us were still hanging around in the lab because we didn't know where else to go. Then Sufi blur siak! Patrick Chow is Ailian's, Weimin's, Han Soon's, Sufi's, Zhihan's and my PTN. So he was asking if there was any PTN tomorrow since Pat.Chow is already seeing us during lesson time. Then Sufi said he didn't know Patrick Chow was his PTN!!!! BLUR SEH!!!!!! Sufi had only gone for ONE PTN meeting in the whole of our Year One. Sheesh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the guys left then the girls left. Then Humairah, Meng Kiat and I headed for our next lesson which is INTPRG tutorial. When the lecturer came, the girls were asking in Mandarin something like "Guy ah?!". Then the lecturer, a Malay guy, replied them in Mandarin also and then we all just laughed! This Mr Yatim very lame also. He kept saying 'lah' here 'lah' there. Then he kept talking to us in Malay lah, Chinese lah. Siao eh!!!! For the tutorial, we just went through some basic HTML intro and all and after that, we were dismissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Humairah and I headed for the Sports hall where all the CCA booths were. So we visited the SP Photographers booth and I asked that poor guy sooooooo many questions. LOL! He's in Year 2 also. Friendly and funny. So, after considering and considering and considering, I finally decided. I signed up for SP Photographers. WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA. So right now, I need a digicam. Hmmmm.. maybe buying one this week. MAYBE ah. Must calculate money first. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Humairah and I both went to buy the INTPRG textbook. Then she went for MLS when actually she could not have gone for it! LOL. Humairah siao. So I went home with my super heavy bag. OMG. Tuesday is hell for my class. We have 5 of 6 modules lessons for Tuesday! Sheesh! And our lecture notes.. *faints* so thick!!!!! I'm gonna have a bad backache every tues now. *haiz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the train home. Then somewhere in City Hall, this pregnant lady got into the train. Then for I don't know what reason, I stood up, tapped her shoulder and point to her my seat. In my mind was WTF am I doing this??? First time siak!!! Usually I never do this because usually someone else would give up his seat but today!!!! I gave up my seat to that pregnant lady. Don't what was wrong with me sia! I mean, my brain not normal today seh!!!! It's like the whole day was so funny and exciting and don't know what. Kept laughing and laughing. Basically, I had a GREAT time today with my friends. LOL. My classmates are crazy. The GUYS in my class are going bonkers!!! Their craziness is beyond control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. So much excitement.. Then an hour ago, I chatted with Jocelyn on MSN. That girl ah! She really siao! She joined SPARC, CCSC, and then she want to join SPSU, canoeing, SP Photog and I don't know what else!!! Talk about being kiasu! Throughout our whole conversation, we kept laughing and laughing and laughing. We two really siao liao. Cannot put us together.. If not you will get hell. =PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today!!! haiz!! If only the rest of my days will be like this!!! But I know that's impossible.. We WILL have our bad days.. I just hope the bad days won't be so bad because as some of you know, when I'm in my bad mood, all hell breaks loose! So.. hopefully the dark cloud won't be above my head anytime soon. I just want to enjoy life with the people in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I'm so happy!!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108912388807407135?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108912388807407135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108912388807407135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912388807407135' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108903186929642540</id><published>2004-07-05T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T23:29:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school today! When I reached Dover, I saw a hell lot of people crowding around the entrance! And OMG. There are so many Malays in this year's Year Ones. TOO MANY. EEEK. First lesson was DCF Practical with Patrick Chow. He's nice lah to me. Too nice but he has his own principles. So yup, I respect him as my PTN and now as my lecturer even though he can be quite lame at some times. Then just now while he was briefing us on something, my phone suddenly rang!!!!!! OH MY GOD!! I panicked like ****!!!! Because I carry two hps and there's only enough room for my V200 in my jeans. So I had to keep my N3200 in my bag. Then suddenly for I don't know what reason, someone called!!!! Then I had to rush to my bag, unzip it and search for my phone while my phone rang and rang like nobody's business! Shit siak. Lucky it was Patrick Chow and he knows me. If not, sure die. Fine $50. My phone rang like nobody's business for goodness sake! Sheesh.. I hated that caller like **** for a moment then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practical was lunch. The malay stall at FC 4 was still there! ARGH!!!!! I felt like fainting. The food suck there. Serious shit. So Humairah and I went to KFC to take away our food. When we entered FC 5, the place was so damn bloody packed!!!! I've never seen so many people at FC5 before. All the year ones, OH MY GOD. Some were kentalan to the max while some were trying to act as if they were so big. No kidding. I even saw one malay guy who was wearing a gold chain and acting as if he's some GOD or something. Sheesh. Since we had queued up for so long, we realised time was running out. So we took our food and ate outside LT12B. We chatted while eating and later, the rest came with our bags. Thank you Ailian and Peiying for carrying our bags! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once the guys arrived, we entered the lecture theatre. Woah! Looks so much like TP's lecture theatre but ours was bigger! LOL!!!! DCF lecturer is a China woman judging from her accent. Wah funny siak! She said "and then" as "ang ge geng"! Wah kao! It was really funny for me but after a while I got the hang of her accent. And she's nice! She kept on smiling throughout the whole lecture. So far, DCF module lecturers all nice people! And they only have three teaching staff for this module and my class know all 3 lecturers! SimBQ taught us last semester, Patrick Chow is my class tutorial and practical lecturer and this lady whom I have forgotten her name ah!Dr Cynthia Zou is our lecture lecturer so that makes my class know all three of them! Hooray hooray! Know why I'm so happy?? So if I don't understand anything on this module, I won't have any problems asking the teaching staff since I know all 3 of them! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. first day of school was great! It was great to be with my classmates again! Hopefully everything goes on fine this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SP ROCKS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: If one day I complain that SP sucks, heh.. just another day in the life of a polytechnic student. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108903186929642540?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108903186929642540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108903186929642540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903186929642540' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108898645286908145</id><published>2004-07-05T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T08:14:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me draw your attention to my DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:disclaimer:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG REPRESENTS MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IN MY LIFE. IF SOMEHOW YOU ARE OFFENDED BY WHATEVER THAT I WRITE IN HERE, I APOLOGISE. HOWEVER, NO ONE IS IN ANY POSITION TO MAKE ME EDIT MY POSTS. IF YOU HATE MY BLOG OR ANYTHING THAT I POST UP HERE, PLEASE LEAVE. YOU ARE IN NO POSITION FORCED TO STAY AND READ THIS BLOG. BY COMING TO THIS BLOG, YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE COME HERE AT YOUR OWN WILL, SO PLEASE SHUT THE F*** UP AND STOP COMPLAINING. THANK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108898645286908145?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108898645286908145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108898645286908145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108898645286908145' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108893652684681295</id><published>2004-07-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T18:30:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Jasmin's blog yesterday and I really understand her feelings when she wrote about those backstabbers. I saw through their fake disguise years ago(or rather 2 yrs ago) which explained why I fell out with them. That Jianing ah. She's a ****ing backstabber. She's all fake I tell you. I may not be the nicest person and may be the person with the worst temper around or what, but let me tell all of you this: I'm not a hypocrite. While she, she goes around befriending everyone in sight, but once they turn their backs, she backstabs them. She's evil I tell you. Don't trust her. It was because of her I fell out with Zarifah. That Zarifah also damn bodoh. Can't they all see that Jianing is fake? She's just too fake. I'm not jealous that she has more friends than me. She make friends just to get attention. Hah yeah attention seeker. People make friends with me. I don't even have to put in any effort to go make friends. It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites don't last long. Enjoy your stay on earth while you can, you POSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108893652684681295?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108893652684681295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108893652684681295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108893652684681295' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108868805774802687</id><published>2004-07-01T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:20:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to a conclusion that SP is just wayyyyyy too rich! I read in the today's papers that SP had just spent $1.5m to create a hacker's centre or whatever for DCNT students. It's either for DCNT students or as written in the papers, "student pursuring computer and network technology". That's DCNT isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick, my sister's still sick, neighbour's baby still sick, so who else is sick? Tis the season to be sick. I hate being sick. HATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108868805774802687?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108868805774802687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108868805774802687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868805774802687' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108859335528806151</id><published>2004-06-30T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T19:02:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I did a search on "ST Telemedia Scholarship" at Yahoo Search Engine and to my horror of horrors, my blog address appeared. It finally dawned on me that as a scholar, I should set a good example wherever I am, even if it's through internet. I can't possibly be showing a good example when I'm cussing over the internet can I? It's very wrong. So just now, I edited quite a number of posts and censored the things that need to be hidden. This scholarship is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I do not want to lose it. I must work hard, set a good example and be the best I can in whatever I do. All I need to do right now is continue studying hard, maintain my grades, GET A CCA(aiyer~), and refrain from hurling vulgarities. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108859335528806151?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108859335528806151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108859335528806151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859335528806151' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108858134200791076</id><published>2004-06-30T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:14:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mean Girls is hilarious! I downloaded it yesterday out of boredom and watched it just now. I kept laughing and laughing my heart out! I know teenage movies are a bit corny but hey, at least it takes off some load off our mind. I am so going to download more movies today. I actually wanted to watch The Best Bet today but changed my mind. I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now I emailed the Manager of the Department of Industry Services, Mr Chia. The enrichment module is all lectures and discussions and no form of assessment whatsoever. BUT there is a PROJECT! Should I participate in this PPR&amp;D programme? I will have to stay back late on certain day of the week or maybe go back to school on Saturdays. Grrr.. I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think there's anyone I know who's going for this module either. I don't want to be a loner. Dammit I hate poly life. Poly is just too big. Too many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of joining a CCA. My choices are SP Photographers(SHADDUP AND STOP CALLING ME LAME) or Concert Band. When school starts next week, I'm gonna go survey the CCA booths. Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. what movie should I download? And!!! WHO WANTS TO WATCH SPIDERMAN 2?!?! I DO!!!! LET'S WATCH TOGETHER!! If not I can just go with my sisters.. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108858134200791076?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108858134200791076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108858134200791076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108858134200791076' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108851142304870676</id><published>2004-06-29T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T20:17:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just change my background music again. This song Tim - Gomawotago(Thankful) is dedicated to Faizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes went teary when I read your blog. I didn't know you were feeling that way. You're not a fool. Maybe that girl is making you feel this but you're not ok. Don't let this girl make you feel like you're the most insignificant person in the world because you are not one. Cheer up. I hope you'll be happy, with or without this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim - Thankful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation by: eebyul (also credit: aheeyah.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its that hard for you, then please go ahead and leave&lt;br /&gt;I will somehow take care of the remaining wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt let her go without any reason&lt;br /&gt;Because the person I love is that kind of person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what kind of pain she is hiding&lt;br /&gt;I cant know, I cant know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment when you said, "thank you for everything"&lt;br /&gt;My lost love fell into deep despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to think that it was all a lie till the end&lt;br /&gt;But you had never lied before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have breaken up with me for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;Because the person I love is that kind of person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant I do anything for you?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask... I wanted to ask...but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment you said, "I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;I foolishly shook your hand and said "thank you for everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what kind of pain she is hiding&lt;br /&gt;I cant know, I cant know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment when you said, "thank you for everything"&lt;br /&gt;My lost love fell into deep despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108851142304870676?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108851142304870676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108851142304870676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851142304870676' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108851004437065193</id><published>2004-06-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T19:54:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't make it to the SCHOOL OF ELECTRICAL &amp; ELECTRONIC ENGINEERING Honour Roll for 2003/2004 !!!!! And guess what??? Dexter and Javen my two other scholar friends also didn't make it!!! Die!! We are the worst three scholars in the history of ST Telemedia scholarship award!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being scholars under this scholarship, we are supposed to have a CCA in SP.. But guess what again???? All three of us don't have a CCA??? You're RIGHT!!!! LOL!!!! I hope ST Telemedia won't find us.. If not, I don't know what consequences we will have to face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something.. Tan Nur Saufi and Loo Chun Weng, two scholars from the batch before mine, did get into the Honour Roll but the other scholar didn't make it! But at least he made it in his first year sia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I received a letter from SP's Department of Industry Services! Don't know what nonsense. I will have to email the person in-charge and request that he further explain to me about this letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP is giving me a headache! I just hope and pray that my year 2 will go smoothly. And I must must must maintain my stardard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108851004437065193?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108851004437065193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108851004437065193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851004437065193' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108833855131446307</id><published>2004-06-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:34:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as I was about to login into Blackboard to explore my new modules, I found out that I couldn't login anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Password must have expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw SP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bLuEk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108833855131446307?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108833855131446307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108833855131446307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108833855131446307' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108827106517419937</id><published>2004-06-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:44:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class from 18 now left only 16!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DICT/2B/21 New Class List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, AHMAD SUFI BIN ABDUL RAZAK&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, CHEW WEI MIN&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, CHUA HAN SOON&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, FILZAH BINTE MISRAN&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, HUMAIRAH BINTE TULMITI&lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LIANG ZHENFANG VERONICA &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LIM AI LIAN    &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LIM MENG KIAT  &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LIM WEI SIANG JASON   &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LIM YIE YONG BRIAN   &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, LOH BOON KEAT    &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, PEH JUNYUAN   &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, SAM ZHIQUAN   &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, TAN PEI YING   &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, TEO ZHI YING  &lt;br /&gt;DICT/FT/2B/21, TEO ZHIHAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108827106517419937?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108827106517419937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108827106517419937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108827106517419937' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108825563905054296</id><published>2004-06-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T21:13:59.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORE NEWS!!!! Now we no longer have the two class by two class lecture. Now all mass lecture!!!! But I found out that Class 22 hor, their Maths lecture is by themselves. It's like all the classes from 21 to 26 will have mass lecture together but 22 is alone on their own. So weird~ Other than that, all our lectures will be at Lecture Theatres. URGH. I hate mass lectures. Some people will make a hell lot of noise. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108825563905054296?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108825563905054296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108825563905054296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825563905054296' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108825335647020105</id><published>2004-06-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:44:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest SP classmates, our new class is DICT/FT/2B/21. Timetable is out. Please refer to SPEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this one stupid idiot module call &lt;strong&gt;ET0136 : INFO-COMMUNICATION PROJECT &lt;/strong&gt; where you have to use your Visual Basic knowledge and do a project using that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT SIA! THEY THINK WE SO PRO OR WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a feeling that I'm gonna like the &lt;strong&gt;ST3202 : INTERNET PROGRAMMING&lt;/strong&gt; module. Hiak Hiak Hiak Hiak! We'll be learning HTML, Cascading Style Sheet(CSS) and Javascript! Hurray! Hurray! But if one day you see me complaining about it, hehehehehe.. I always complain about everything don't I?? =P *complain queen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Chow, my PTN, is going to be our &lt;strong&gt;ET0135 : DIGITAL COMMUNICATION FUNDAMENTALS&lt;/strong&gt; practical and tutorial lecturer!! Woohoo!!! Hope he will be nice to me since I'm in his PTN group. Hiak hiak hiak hiak!! But SimBQ is not lecturing us anymore!!! Haiz.. =( He's a damn good lecturer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Maths??? That ChengWLL will be our lecturer again. DIE!!!! She say if we have forgotten any of the basic that she taught us last year, she will kill us! DIE LAH!!!!! GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. So much "excitement" by just looking at my class timetable. For more info, go to your &lt;a href="http://esp.sp.edu.sg"&gt;Blackboard&lt;/a&gt;. All the new modules are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108825335647020105?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108825335647020105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108825335647020105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825335647020105' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108816717062458739</id><published>2004-06-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:39:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what???? My &lt;a href="http://dotpoetry.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is sick!!! Can you believe it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it might not be a big thing to you but my second sister, she NEVER falls sick. And when she does, it's like once every two years or so. I on the other hand, falls sick quite often. Hey, it's due to stress ok. Not that I'm weak or anything. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now, around 2pm after my shower, I went into the room and saw my sister sleeping?!?!?! It's very rare that she would be in bed at around this time so I asked her why the hell is she not using the computer. And she told me she had fever!!! I couldn't help myself from laughing! Lol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she must have got infected from my first sister. The first one is sick too. Now both my sisters are sick. Hiak hiak hiak hiak!!!! Serve them right!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I'm writing this post solely for the reason to PISS MY SISTER OFF!! LOL!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108816717062458739?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108816717062458739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108816717062458739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816717062458739' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108813746459259456</id><published>2004-06-25T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T12:24:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my background music to Koyote - Flames. Let the song load first ok if you wanna hear it. LoL. I'm quite sure many people will be quite irritated with this kind of song. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108813746459259456?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108813746459259456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108813746459259456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813746459259456' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108808780463765793</id><published>2004-06-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:36:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping on Tuesday. I didn't get enough sleep the night before, so when I was walking around Tampines Mall &amp; Century Square with my sister, I was grumbling and grumbling and it annoyed her bad! =P So, I bought another pair of jeans, 2 shirts and some other stuffs. Now, I officially declare myself B-R-O-K-E. Argh. No money left sia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pair of jeans cost $50. Two pair of jeans will add up to $100. T-shirts and other stuffs(undergarments larrhhh) add up to $100. And guess how much my dad gave me? $100 only. EEEE!!!!! I know my mum said if I needed more I can just ask from my dad, but i'm not that kind siak!!! Entah larh. Pape larh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I really really and I seriously really need to save up my money. Stress ah!!! Haiz. A moment of anguish at my shortage of cash. *bluek!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108808780463765793?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108808780463765793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108808780463765793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808780463765793' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108787450030818662</id><published>2004-06-22T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:38:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some words that you may not understand:&lt;br /&gt;kentalanz - loser&lt;br /&gt;step - act&lt;br /&gt;sachok - a guy who is good-looking(?)(camner nk explain ah?)&lt;br /&gt;sachek - a girl who is good-looking(pape larhh)&lt;br /&gt;main baju - ppl who always fight&lt;br /&gt;mepek - nonsense&lt;br /&gt;member - good fren&lt;br /&gt;minah - malay version of ahlian(or wtv)&lt;br /&gt;minah rep - female paikia&lt;br /&gt;berg - handsome&lt;br /&gt;muka retak - ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words in italic is the translation of my post: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Sing Hai Sing.. Pe da nak jadi ngan bdk2 skolah ni? Ader yg extreme kentalanz nak mampos beh ader plak yg nak step sachok sachek.. Mak kau.. Seram aku nak tgk skolah ni lagi.. Ader plak step main baju.. Ader baca btul ke tak btul? STEP ajek.. Mepek.. Ader heran tak heran aku bebual dlm bahsa melayu? Skali skala aje lah.. Ni pon aku nak "address" bdk Hai Sing nye pasal.. Ahak.. Mcm siot dorang ade baca.. Takpelah.. Sape2 je lah yg baca kau baca je lah eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai Sing Hai Sing.. What is going to happen to these kids? Got those loser type then got those who only know how to act sachok sachek(refer to above larhh).. Wah lao.. I see this school I get more scared.. Then got some forever only know how to act know how to fight(main baju).. Got read correct or not? ACT only.. Nonsense.. Got surprise or not i talk in malay? Sometimes only lah.. This one oso because i want to address the hai sing students.. Ahak.. Like as if they got read this.. Nvm.. Whoever reading this, just read lah ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ader satu cite lah.. Kawan terbaik aku.. Member baik lah eh.. Ader kau dier pegi kejar satu minah rep.. Eh dektu minah rep ke? Ntah.. Tgk gaya tgk dier bebual mcm minah rep.. Tapi ni minah rep kan.. Mak.. Minah rep pandai.. Skolah dier kau tau skolah ape? Skolah yg baju dorang hijau nak mampos tu.. Rumput pon kalah.. K lah maybe dier bukan minah rep.. Tapi apehal lah kau kejar pompan gitu mcm? Aku respect dier walaupon aku kenal dier gitu mcm aje.. Sape tanak respect siak? Lelaki da bsar panjang umor da 20 tahun pon leh goyang depan minah ni.. Pe lagi aku seh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a story lah.. My good fren.. my very good fren lah.. how could he go for this female paikia(minah rep larhh!!) sia.. Eh that girl minah rep is it? Dunno.. The way she carry herself, the way she talk like minah rep.. But this minah rep right.. Wah lao.. A clever minah rep.. Want to know she from what schoo? Her school is the one where the uniform is green.. Even the grass oso lose(TKGS LAH BRADER SISTER!).. K lah maybe she's not a minah rep.. But why must you go for such kind of girl? I respect her even though I know her just like that.. Who don't want to respect sia? Guys who are 20 over yrs old also scared of her sia.. What more me right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dier baik aku tau.. Aku confident kalau kau dpt dier, dier mesti loyal nye.. Cume aku tak confident ngan kau lahh.. Kau carik maut ka pa? Da nampak sah terang benderang kau nye org main pompan.. Pompan pon ader feelings lah oi.. Kau nak main hati minah rep ni? Kau ader penah nampak tak member-member dier? Dorang nye org main baju lah brader.. Otak mau pakai sikit.. Sape hina pompan tu members dier turun carik.. Ni lagi mainkan hati dier.. Kau ader baca ke tak baca blog dier? Da lamer dier tak sukekan sape2.. Beh kau dtg totet totet relek je kau dpt hati dier.. Aku tau kau pandai ckp kata-kata manis kat pompan.. Tapi pls ah.. Tak worth it siak kau mainkan hati pompan ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's nice I know.. I have confidence that if you get her, she will be loyal to u.. But you're the one that I don't trust lahh.. You digging your own grave is it? Isn't it obvious that you're the playboy kind.. Girls have feelings lah ok.. Why do you want to play with this minah rep's heart? Have you ever seen her gang? They are the kind who loves fighting(main baju ^.-).. Use your brain a bit.. Whoever who insults this girl, her members will find that person sia.. What more you play with her heart.. You got read her blog or not? It's been a long time since she last like someone.. Then you suddenly come into her life and simply got hold of her heart.. I know you're good in sweet-talking girls.. But pls ah.. It's not worth it playing with this girl's heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau kau ckp kau da lamer sukekan dier.. Tapi aku da kenal kau brape lamer siak? Kalau pompan tu start sakitkan hati kau, confirm habes kau sakitkan dier balek.. Kau sakitkan dier, bukan dier yg carik kau nanti.. Members dier lah brader.. Kau nak carik sape plak nak rembat members dier? Members kau sume da hilang lah eh kalau kau dah luper.. Aku pon tak tau asal siak aku buat ni post.. Agaknye tadi aku terjumpa nick si fazz step berg tu kat IRC.. Kimekk! Dier ingat dier banyak nye berg! Aku leh muntah sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you have been liking her for some time.. But how long have I know u? If a girl hurts u, you will confirm hurt her back.. Wait u hurt this girl, it's not her who will find u.. It's her members lah.. Who will you go to to help u fight back her members? All your members are gone if you had forgotten.. I also don't know why I make this post.. Maybe because just now I saw that fazz act handsome(fazz(some hai sing kid) step berg) nick in IRC.. Wah kao! He thinks he so berg one! I can vomit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.. Kalau aku jumpa pompan ni, aku nk warn dier pasal kau ah.. Kau nye org aku tak trust walaupon member sendiri.. Hati pompan patut dijaga lah sial.. Jgn ckp aku tak warn kau kalau nanti satu hari kau masok ICU kene rembat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the story.. If i meet this girl, I will warn her of u.. Your kind of person I don't trust even when you're my own fren.. A girl's heart should be cared properly.. Don't say I didn't warn u if one day you're admitted into ICU for getting beaten up..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.. Ni member lamer ah eh.. Aku blom lagi address bdk2 hai sing yg skarang ni.. Grow up sikit bleh tak? Korang tak akan mati kalau lelaki tu tanak korang.. Bodoh siak.. Kerana satu lelaki korang boleh hina menghina satu same lain.. Kalau lelaki hai sing hensem2 berg takpe jgk.. Ni yg mat2 hai sing satu2 muka retak siak.. Pompan2 hai sing desperate sgt ka pe.. Buat malu je aku blang aku dari skolah ni dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K.. This one is about my old-time member ah eh.. I still haven't address the hai sing kids yet.. Grow up a bit can or not? You are not gonna die if some guy don't want u.. Bodoh sia.. Just because of one guy, you all can hurt one another.. If the hai sing guys are those handsome handsome kind, then nvm lah.. But then, hai sing guys each of them their face so ugly.. Hai sing girls so desperate or what.. Make me embarrass to say I was from this sch oso sia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh pls ah.. Kalau minah skolah lain mau carik gaduh, angkat kaki jln sua.. Dorang nye mulut satu2 laser nak mampos.. Pompan Hai Sing confirm kalah ah sial.. Jgn kerana satu lelaki korang nak jatuhkan name hai sing.. Jgn korang nak step anak metro plak.. Tu cite kental lah siak.. Aku tgk pon aku malu.. Da brape banyak sak bdk hai sing masok tu cite.. BANYAK korang tau? Nk step main baju tak jadi.. Kan aku da ckp.. Bdk hai sing korang main step step aje.. Grow up sikit ah k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And pls ah.. If other malay girls from other schs want to pick fight, just walk away sia.. Their mouths damn laser.. The hai sing girls confirm lose ok.. Don't let because of one guy u ppl dirty the hai sing name.. Pls don't act as if you're in anak metro(some mly drama abt the current teens in the malay society).. That story lame sial.. I watch oso I lose face.. How many hai sians(we call ourselves hai sians -_-") have act in that show? MANY you ppl know? Want to act main baju cannot make it.. See what I've said.. Hai Sians act only.. Grow up a bit ah k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni skali skala aku bebual gini nye mcm eh pembaca2 blog aku.. Aku bukan minah, aku tak main ni sume.. Cume kawan terlalu banyak yg ke-minah2an.. Pe nak buat btul tk btul? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one of the few times I will talk in this kind of way ok readers of my blog.. I'm not a minah and I'm not interested in their culture and all.. Just that I have too many frens who are very minah-ish.. What can I do correct or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108787450030818662?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108787450030818662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108787450030818662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787450030818662' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108781777656704477</id><published>2004-06-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:36:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry peeps for not been updating. I've been so lazy and so bored that I just couldn't be bothered to blog about anything. Actually, there's nothing to be blog! I've been spending my days slacking at home. Grrr.. Sianzism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TP students start school today huh? Wakakakakakakakakaka!! Next week, all other students(from pri to JC) will resume school. Next next week? SP students! Wow.. that's horribly slow. I think we're gonna end this semester later than everyone else. I just hope my exams end before Hari Raya! Then I'll start my attachment DURING hari raya! Woohoo!!!! Can you people sense my hatred for Hari Raya???? Wakakakakakaka!!! Actually, I do like Hari Raya. It's just that I simply HATE my stupid relatives. Those noisy aunties and uncles, well, mostly aunties actually, I SUPER HATE THEM! Argh! They and their loud mouths. Grrr.. &lt;em&gt;Mcm aku nak cilikan aje!!! &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;xP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still need to buy new shirts and new jeans/pants or whatever. I also need to cut my hair and dye my hair again perhaps. Hope to do all that by this week. I'm looking forward to school actually. Hah.. Looking forward to school? *frowns* I must be crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I simply don't have anything else to blog about. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108781777656704477?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108781777656704477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108781777656704477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108781777656704477' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108748072148239455</id><published>2004-06-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:35:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stand summer in Singapore. It's so damn ****ing hot! Do you people know that I have three fans in my room?! One wall fan for my first sister sleeping on the upper deck of our bed, one small fan for my sister while she's using the computer IN OUR ROOM, and one medium size fan for MY use when I sleep. One double-decker bed, one single bed, computer table, fixed closet, fixed study tables and on top of those 3 fans you'll get ONE SUPER CRAMP ROOM! ARGH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my room. I only use my room for changing clothes and for sleeping. Otherwise, I hate going in there. Anyway, today went out to make my sister's tertiary EZlink then later we walked around Tampines. I seriously need to buy new clothes and jeans. I bought a pair of jeans today and will be collecting it tomorrow after alteration. My dad never give me money buy new clothes sia.. How ah.. Must ask from him if not my money will decrease and decrease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got back home, my sister realised we had forgotten to buy the crackers for our neighbour's children so I had to go to Loyang Point. Then when I was about to pay for the newspaper at 7-11, I heard this makcik(malay aunty) and this pakcik(malay uncle) talking about this minah(girl) 7-11. She's the only minah working there so we all know who she is. Wakakakakakakakaka!! I kept laughing at what they were talking siah.. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: (Pompan) tu maner?&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: Dier niari off. Asal kau carik dier?&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Takde pape lah&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: Kau terpikatkan dier eh? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Aku suka tgk mata dier aje&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: Dier pakai ape tu contact lens. Kalau dier pakai cermin mata kau tgk mata dier tak?&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Kau jgn nak merepek lah&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: Si dektu banyak matair(saying in a makcik kind of tone)!! (laughs) Hari-hari lelaki lain dtg amek dier.&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Ah ok lah aku da lambat. Kirim salam (pompan) tu eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was something like that ah. I forgot that minah's name actually so I put (pompan). Wakakakakakaka!! Nonsense seh that pakcik makcik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempat gossip! Makcik tu pakai tudung plak tu. Makcik²!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108748072148239455?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108748072148239455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108748072148239455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748072148239455' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108731930016812427</id><published>2004-06-16T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:08:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some jokes I'd received in an email.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all those clocks?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move". &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Incredible, said the man. "And whose clock is that one?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's George Bush's clock?" asked the man. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;========================================= &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day an evil witch took over the forest, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"One-by-one, all of you useless animals have to come up here and tell a joke... if everybody laughs, you will be spared... or else I'll cut off your head!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The monkey went up first and told such a funny joke that all the animals laughed except fot a tortoise.. so the witch cut off his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next, a giraffe went up and she, in turn told a joke that set all the animals off laughing... but still, the tortoise did not laugh...so the witch cut off her head. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, the rabbit went up... but before she could say a word, the tortoise started laughing... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you laughing you stupid tortoise?" the witch asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"The monkey's joke was very funny..." was the reply. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;========================================= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mr. Caterpillar decided to hitch a ride to town. As he was standing by the roadside, a family of bees came by in a little car and offered him a ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully, he accepted. After putting along merrily for a few kilometers, the engine sputtered and the car rolled to a halt. Without saying a word, Papa Bee alighted and urinated into the fuel intake. When he turned the starter, the engine started up, much to Mr Caterpillar's amazement! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he did not say a word. The car went on for quite some distance before the engine died again. This time, it was Mother Bee who urinated into the fuel intake, and again, the car started up after that. The process was then repeated again for Baby Bee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the engine died for the fourth time, the little car was only a few kilometers from town. Not wanting to appear unsophisticated, Mr Caterpillar got out of the car without a word, and started opening the fuel cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, Papa Bee got out of the car. "What are you doing?" asked Papa Bee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to piss in the fuel intake, just like you did", said Mr Caterpillar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no", said Papa Bee patiently, "that won't do. This car only runs on Bee Pee (BP)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man was sitting on a bench at the mall. A young punk walked up to the bench and sat down. He had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, blue and yellow. The old man just stared. Every time the punk looked, the old man was staring at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punk finally said sarcastically, "What's the matter, old timer? Never done anything wild in your life?" Without batting an eye, the old man replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108731930016812427?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108731930016812427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108731930016812427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731930016812427' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108723092897191755</id><published>2004-06-15T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:35:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday on our way back home in the mrt, I overheard Junwen saying that he was going to watch a movie with Syimir tomorrow(today). He was asking Dwayne along because Dwayne wanted to buy a new handphone or something. Knowing that I would have nothing to do today, I decided to join them for their movie outing. Somehow later Dwayne's mum won't allow him to go for it so it was Syimir, Junwen and me only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9am today to Junwen's call. Thank God he called me if not I would have overslept. Took a shower, ate a quick breakfast and left my house at 10.25am. Took bus 39 which travels from Tampines to Yishun. After boarding the bus, I quickly informed Junwen that I'm already in the bus. Later he joined me once the bus reached his bus stop. It was really very convenient to have a direct bus from pasir ris to yishun. We took only about 45 mins or less of bus ride to reach Yishun. Syimir was late as usual so Junwen and I walked around Northpoint for a while. Then we crossed the road to go to Yishun's Golden Village. Believe it or not but the last time I went to Northpoint was like seven years ago? Wow.. I'm amazed at how ulu I feel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Syimir arrived, he bought the tickets. We watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. LOL. I've never read any of Harry Potter's books nor have I watched the first two Harry Potter movies and I'm amazed that I bothered to watch the third movie. =D Though Harry Potter fans hated the movie because they said the movie storyline was way off from the book's, I still find it a great movie. Maybe I should try watching the first two movies. Hah.. Then I'll become a Harry Potter's MOVIE fan. I don't read books anymore. Shit actually. My English is becoming worse and worse by the day. Maybe I should start reading again. IF I could find the time that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to eat at Northpoint's foodcourt. I had a great time with those two boys. Their lame jokes and the way they talk to each other just crack me up sia! After eating, we bought our drinks at Macdonalds. Apparently, according to those two, we will save money buying our drinks from Mac rather than from the foodcourt. =| We sat there for a while before walking to some neighbourhood handphone shop only to find it not open!!!! Argh!!! So after that, we took a bus back to the interchange and after a while, we realised that if we had CROSSED THE ROAD, we would have reached the interchange in about 5 mins time rather than in 15 mins time!!!! We went one whole round!!! LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing and laughing to them talking. Then at one point, Junwen was pointing to this temple ah for I don't know what reason. But then I was too short you see so I all I had seen was this signboard saying Church. So I was "correcting" Junwen that it was a church and not a temple. Only when some women infront turned to look at me that I realised it was REALLY A TEMPLE AND NOT A CHURCH!!! And for those who know me, I'm sure you all know how loud I can talk some time. So I'm guessing quite a number of people heard me saying that a temple was a church!!!! *paiseh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the interchange, Syimir headed for the MRT station while Junwen and I took bus 39 home. When Junwen alighted from the bus, a whole bunch of idiotic malay guys boarded it. I felt so damn bloody uncomfortable with them shouting to each other from the front to the back of the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DORANG INGAT BAPAK DORANG NYE BUS KA PE? BODOH. TAKDE OTAK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. I hate typical malay guys. Keyword is TYPICAL! So uncivilised. But in all, I enjoy my whole outing with Syimir and Junwen today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108723092897191755?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108723092897191755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108723092897191755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108723092897191755' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108714653340138755</id><published>2004-06-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T01:08:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Yuhua Concert today. Met up with my section at Tampines MRT station at around 5.15pm. As usual, people were late. When everyone had arrived, we realised Tsz Yan was the only one who hasn't arrive. So Dwayne called her and to our utmost disgust, she just woke up!!! Grrrrr... We went off to eat first without her. After walking around, we finally decided to eat at Long John. Surprisingly, the place was empty on a Sunday at dinner time. It was great to meet up with my juniors again. The last time I saw them was during the Balloon Hat Festival and that was like 3 months ago? Yup that long. We chatted and laughed and joked as usual. I had a great time with all of them. I sat at the guys' table and Isaac sat at the girls' table. Talk about being weird. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 6pm, Tsz Yan finally arrived. She quickly bought her food and we continued chatting while she eat her dinner. At 6.30pm, we set off for VCH. Took the train and as usual, no seats left. So we stood all the way from Tampines to Raffles Place. Continue joking and laughing our hearts out. I've always enjoy being around my juniors. Especially with the guys. They always make fun of me but it's ok I guess. Just for the sake of teasing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Raffles at 7pm and then walked to VCH. So many people were already there. There were certainly many familiar faces. Faces of those whom I got to know during the 2001 band exchange programme. While hanging around outside the concert hall, Dwayne suddenly called out to me and pointed to someone. It was Sanani. He told me she was staring at him. I guess she must have recognised Dwayne. The last time I saw her was two years ago? How time flies. So after awhile, we went into the concert hall. We got the circle seats by the way and the view was of course great. At around 7.30pm, the concert started proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was the Yuhua Concert Band. Sitting there in the concert hall certainly brought back many bitter sweet memories. Ever since I've graduated from Hai Sing, I've not attended any concerts at all. This is the first concert that I'd watched in one and a half years. Amazing.. Frankly speaking, my love for band has died or rather my spirit. My band is certainly dying. The new committee is terrible, the Sec Two juniors are just incredibly idiotic and everyone has grudges against one another. Seeing the YHCB play those pieces, I really felt like crying. They were good. Incredibly good. I think their worst player will be HSCBAND's best player if he/she were to come over to my band. Haiz.. Pretty sad don't you all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert band that I've always looked up to was Yuhua Concert Band. Even though Yuhua Sec is just a neighbourhood school, their band has won so many prizes. It proves that even we, students from neighbourhood schools, can also do well. I've always enjoy going to their concerts. Musically great, entertaining performances, surprises they always have for us and etc. To band members out there, go for Yuhua Concerts. You won't regret spending that $10/$15 on their tickets. It's worth every cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interval, it was the Yuhua Alumni and the River Valley Alumni. Another amazing performance. I think everyone enjoyed the Godzilla Eats Las Vegas piece. The YHCB members were dancing and acting to the song. Certainly brought many laughters in the house. Their encore was even great! I certainly enjoyed this concert and all their concerts that I've ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Actually I didn't really wanna go to this concert for fear of...... But didn't see ....... The bitter sweet memories I have will always remain part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know if I should join SPband but after tonight's concert, my spirit for band has certainly been awaken. I just don't like some SPBand members there. Especially the Ngee Ann Seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai Sing seniors and Ngee Ann seniors tak sebulu! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't understand what I'd just said, I meant Hai Sing seniors and Ngee Ann seniors cannot see eye to eye. The grudges continue remain buried deep inside us. Haiz. Don't know lah. I need a CCA but the only thing I'm good at is playing in a concert band. I will consider and consider until school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the concert, we waited awhile outside VCH because Amanda wanted to take a photo with Kailin. Photos of the tonight's concert will be uploaded soon thanks to Amanda Tan. I will also try to put up their Japanese Grafitti piece which I had secretly recorded just now. =D After meeting up with Kailin and all, we headed to Lau Pa Sat while some headed back home. Wysen and Dennis went to eat ice-cream at don't know where. So left were Junwen, Dwayne, Amanda, Tsz Yan and me. We ate satay and just chatted about band and the problems we're facing. When it was 11.15pm, we decided to head back home. Had a great time laughing and joking around in the train. I think all those in the train thought the five of us were gila. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired and I need to sleep. I really had a great time today. I'm gonna try to reminisce those bitter sweet memories before I shut my eyes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108714653340138755?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108714653340138755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108714653340138755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714653340138755' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108709233280010319</id><published>2004-06-13T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T10:05:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe it or not but I couldn't sleep a wink yesterday night. I was tossing and turning in my bed for hours! Then around 3.30am, I was so damn bloody bored I woke up, went out of my room, and sat in front of my computer. But barely 5 mins later, I realised no one was online and there was nothing to do so I switched off my monitor and went back into my room and continued tossing and turning in bed. I think I finally fell asleep at around 5am but one and the half hours later, I had to wake up for my family's religious class. Then during our family discussion I found out my two sisters and my mum couldn't sleep as well! I don't know what the hell was wrong with yesterday night but it certainly made many of us couldn't sleep. Surprisingly, though I didn't get that much sleep, I'm not one bit sleepy now. That's what weird about me. When I sleep longer hours, I tend to feel more sleepy when I wake up but when I sleep shorter hours or don't sleep at all, I will feel more awake. Weird but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108709233280010319?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108709233280010319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108709233280010319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108709233280010319' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108704707767217134</id><published>2004-06-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T21:38:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the most time consuming template that I've ever done! Maybe I should wait some time before changing to a new template. I've finally managed to custom made my own shoutbox. Thank God I had Microsoft Visual Studio software which allowed me to edit my CSS style sheet. Pretty confusing at first but I got the hang of it. So far, I'm happy with the final finish of my new template. I'm finally happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108704707767217134?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108704707767217134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108704707767217134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108704707767217134' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108704007106497273</id><published>2004-06-12T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T19:37:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout. Background image done by my &lt;a href="http://dotpoetry.blogspot.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;. Big big thanks! :D The arrangement of tables and the choice of scrollbars colors is a wreck. I seriously have no sense of style. Anyway, most probably I will change to a new layout soon. If you're asking who's that guy, he's DongWan, a member from Shinhwa the Korean Boyband. I'm in my Korean-mood these days. Have been listening to all my korean songs. =P If you can hear my background music, this song is actually one of my favourite songs. So.. enjoy for now. But if you don't like the song, feel free to press your ESC key. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: If the music keeps stopping, do give it some time to load first. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108704007106497273?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108704007106497273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108704007106497273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108704007106497273' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108697601491310300</id><published>2004-06-12T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:36:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in no mood to blog actually. My body hurts for I don't know what reason. Maybe I've been sitting infront of this computer for way too long. I hate looking at my hps. The sight of them piss me off. Can't wait to change hp. But I need to take care of my spending siak. I need to open a new bank account and save money for more expensive things that I'm eyeing so badly till I dream about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dreams, I had a weird dream yesterday but I don't recall what it's about. I can only remember that I saw Mr Will, my sister, my second sister and her friends, MR RAJ?!?!?! and I forgot who else. Stupid dream. Of all people I dreamt of MR RAJ! True nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm currently pissed at someone by the name of FAGGOT. How dare you treat her like that! I've never seen such a cruel side of you before. What the hell is wrong with you? Have you no respect for a woman? Even if she did some things wrong to you, at least she's sorry for it. And **** you jerk, everyone makes mistakes. You say that all the time and don't try to deny it. Be nice to her because after all, she's someone you once love. If you can't cherish her, then you are the one at the losing end because I know she's a great girl who loves you like ****. And goodness, stop being so self-centered. The world doesn't revolve around you ok! How many times must I say this to you? Learn to &lt;strong&gt;FORGIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Wake up to reality and smell that roses stink. Don't try to be perfect because no one is and you definitely are not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108697601491310300?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108697601491310300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108697601491310300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697601491310300' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108694565473343552</id><published>2004-06-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:47:26.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Loyang Point just now for the purpose of paying my bills. First, I updated my bank book and to my horror of horrors!!!!!!!, my money isn't as little as I thought it would be. Hiak hiak hiak hiak!! Then after that I proceeded to the AXS station to pay my bills. THEN YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHAT?!?!?!?!?! I didn't bring my bills along. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What sia! I left my house just to pay my bills but in the end, I didn't bring my bills along. Nonsense jawa! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to update. I'm still looking for lobangs to sell my V200. I hate that phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108694565473343552?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108694565473343552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108694565473343552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694565473343552' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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-6581830.post-108688465954713272</id><published>2004-06-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:24:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know where I can sell my V200? I want to sell it siak! I can't stand my keypad anymore. It's driving me nuts! Sell for $100 or $150 also I don't mind. I just want to get rid of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6581830-108688465954713272?l=skarr04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108688465954713272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6581830/posts/default/108688465954713272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skarr04.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688465954713272' title=''/><author><name>sKaRr04</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173394387857489684</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>
