<?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-7015473111055398473</id><updated>2011-08-04T10:34:39.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thongs.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>syazana</name><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>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1662837764299022696</id><published>2010-02-27T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:31:00.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I moved to &lt;a href="http://www.cowsandsharks.tumblr.com"&gt;cowsandsharks.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1662837764299022696?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1662837764299022696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1662837764299022696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-moved-to-cowsandsharks.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1637825835752726599</id><published>2010-01-10T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:25:46.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0mOsr-NdlI/AAAAAAAAAso/004s8D2xOPg/s1600-h/6210_116215947430_664947430_2165625_8078414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0mOsr-NdlI/AAAAAAAAAso/004s8D2xOPg/s320/6210_116215947430_664947430_2165625_8078414_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425024124513515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish that after we get our O'Level Malay results on Monday, 11 january. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone will be like this :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1637825835752726599?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1637825835752726599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1637825835752726599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeve.html' title='sleeve'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0mOsr-NdlI/AAAAAAAAAso/004s8D2xOPg/s72-c/6210_116215947430_664947430_2165625_8078414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-2137496305068871603</id><published>2010-01-03T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:36:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0CnstuE4WI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5oewyqJ4_bI/s1600-h/BAxQAJRP8gxoogczu7NDXeMWo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0CnstuE4WI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5oewyqJ4_bI/s320/BAxQAJRP8gxoogczu7NDXeMWo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422518337983013218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will be my 2010 resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tmr, i got my socks, shoes, tie, bag, homework, pens and  water bottle ready.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading that sentence btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Angels and Airwaves' I wont say sorry is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another picture to end this post. I believe that majority of us know this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0CoqqVy_kI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1ANiDep1_4A/s1600-h/BAxQAJRP8h6kvajjISQaWViio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0CoqqVy_kI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1ANiDep1_4A/s320/BAxQAJRP8h6kvajjISQaWViio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422519402227760706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;reading secrets make me tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2137496305068871603?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2137496305068871603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2137496305068871603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-will-be-my-2010-resolution.html' title='Don&apos;t be surprised'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/S0CnstuE4WI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5oewyqJ4_bI/s72-c/BAxQAJRP8gxoogczu7NDXeMWo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-5306286096541700210</id><published>2010-01-01T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:33:41.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SzzgbU8xH5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/_4SOI3z7By4/s1600-h/tumblr_kv0c7kuSrO1qzjggvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SzzgbU8xH5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/_4SOI3z7By4/s320/tumblr_kv0c7kuSrO1qzjggvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421454811531911058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that there's an even more awesome year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for making 2009 memorable.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Carlie about the best day in 2009 and i realised that there is never one day whereby you are happy throughout the whole twenty-four hours. idk man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the new people I’ve met this year or became better friends with, whether they made me smile, laugh, did something with me, tried to help me out, etc. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m basically just really grateful for all I have, people and things. And even though some things that happened this year may have sucked, I’m glad overall of the way they played out, because I like who I am and I know that everything happens for a reason.&lt;/p&gt; (I miss those nights where you’re dead tired and in comfy clothes and you lay on your bed and basically just melt, they are the best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5306286096541700210?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5306286096541700210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5306286096541700210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2010/01/xsx.html' title='eleven'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SzzgbU8xH5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/_4SOI3z7By4/s72-c/tumblr_kv0c7kuSrO1qzjggvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4115487797623556088</id><published>2009-12-26T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:42:05.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll be back on first of january twenty-ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4115487797623556088?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4115487797623556088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4115487797623556088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-on-first-of-january-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3496931495156575167</id><published>2009-12-10T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:08:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SyEOGXY7ooI/AAAAAAAAArw/nrwYgD6qKbk/s1600-h/tumblr_ktgi82Ta3u1qzyrwvo1_500%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SyEOGXY7ooI/AAAAAAAAArw/nrwYgD6qKbk/s320/tumblr_ktgi82Ta3u1qzyrwvo1_500%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413623729596637826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You want to die, but in reality you just want to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3496931495156575167?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3496931495156575167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3496931495156575167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SyEOGXY7ooI/AAAAAAAAArw/nrwYgD6qKbk/s72-c/tumblr_ktgi82Ta3u1qzyrwvo1_500%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4407391546595193265</id><published>2009-12-09T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:29:32.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter number thirty-three</title><content type='html'>Went to the library with my dad and sister. My dad doesnt read books but today he was willing to tag along with us.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find any Nicholas Sparks book at Sembawang library.&lt;br /&gt;So, it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to popular to check whether 'Dear John' is sold there. and it was.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crying (wtf?) then since i have been searching for the book since like weeks ago and finally.&lt;br /&gt;Luckilly my dad bought me the book. I dreamt of getting the book last night with someone and i was digging and digging for the book and when i wanted to pay for it, the title read 'Dear God', its a sing btw. THEN, I WOKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;So somehow, i knew i needed to get the book.&lt;br /&gt;and finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read, message in the bottle and i cried.&lt;br /&gt;The notebook, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;Watched and read 'A walk to remember' and i didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx-zoVgTdAI/AAAAAAAAArg/RJrhU2xnyEQ/s1600-h/Dear_John_film_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx-zoVgTdAI/AAAAAAAAArg/RJrhU2xnyEQ/s320/Dear_John_film_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413242782671401986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4407391546595193265?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4407391546595193265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4407391546595193265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-library-with-my-dad-and-sister.html' title='Letter number thirty-three'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx-zoVgTdAI/AAAAAAAAArg/RJrhU2xnyEQ/s72-c/Dear_John_film_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1208401501271160029</id><published>2009-12-08T21:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:42:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:50;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;GAMELAN PERF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;CREDITS TO CHEWTHOSENAILS.BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VpmYQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RSH2JaTwsKA/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VpmYQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RSH2JaTwsKA/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412857975311236162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love this^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VqEZ1xjI/AAAAAAAAArI/KsMOan_5KUk/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VqEZ1xjI/AAAAAAAAArI/KsMOan_5KUk/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412857983370905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VqZH8PDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/21iOPiwOFAg/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VqZH8PDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/21iOPiwOFAg/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412857988932975666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5WI_K-s-I/AAAAAAAAArY/SluH2fUzaRY/s1600-h/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5WI_K-s-I/AAAAAAAAArY/SluH2fUzaRY/s320/DSC00244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412858514542343138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*POOF**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1208401501271160029?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1208401501271160029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1208401501271160029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sx5VpmYQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RSH2JaTwsKA/s72-c/IMG_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-6417237030668639887</id><published>2009-12-06T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:56:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping MALTESERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sxs3Gg_YEBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5nVHhHE0VOM/s1600-h/tumblr_ktymuzqu5O1qzjnmwo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sxs3Gg_YEBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5nVHhHE0VOM/s320/tumblr_ktymuzqu5O1qzjnmwo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411979962290278418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last, last night and i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to count my blessings, things that i have and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;And i realise that i have lotsa things. Maybe i dont have somethings in live but still i have most of them. I have almost all my needs and 3/4 of my wants. Well at least thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;All i'm trying to say here is: try counting your blessing and there will be at one point of time when you stop because you are too tired to think about what you have cas there are too many.&lt;br /&gt;And for that, i'm trying to appreciate life more and most importantly i want to thank myself for being me. I'll try accepting myself for who i am. Cos i know that there are some things i have that you dont have and vice versa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;but still, i think my life is a little more interesting than yours (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-6417237030668639887?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6417237030668639887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6417237030668639887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah.html' title='Popping MALTESERS'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sxs3Gg_YEBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5nVHhHE0VOM/s72-c/tumblr_ktymuzqu5O1qzjnmwo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4734138209131947912</id><published>2009-12-05T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:35:13.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SxnSBVdJcjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/fO67qaisRQ4/s1600-h/tumblr_kstrq5FfNE1qzewk8o1_400%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SxnSBVdJcjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/fO67qaisRQ4/s320/tumblr_kstrq5FfNE1qzewk8o1_400%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411587347643462194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello. Syazana here.&lt;br /&gt;The week has been really hectic, with gamelan pracs and art class.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i'm not lazing around doing nothing at home, other than watching Ellen or even saying hello to ants or maybe shouting at the childcare children at the playground below.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is here for a sleepover since my parents have a wedding to attend today.&lt;br /&gt;And mom got me a light blue hoodie from uniqlo and she complained that the 'S' sizes are not available no more and she was like, everything was 'L' and 'XL' and claiming that it was easy to get my size since the big sizes were still available. Nonetheless, thanks mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my books for next year already which cost me &lt;$30 and i think my dad was happy about it and he flipped through my ss textbook.&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME THEY TEACH YOU ABOUT AL-QAEDA AND THINGS LIKE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;ask MOE.&lt;br /&gt;my freaking printer is causing me lots of prob i bought the fake printer ink, i think the china brand one.&lt;br /&gt;then i can only print coloured and not black. i searched the internet on how to unclog the ink and things like that. Youtube for tutorials and used some window cleaner to clean the head and things like that, but to no avail.DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im done here. wait for 1818456484012589654135852365574623minutes before my next post comes up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh. Gamelan perf tdy. Scared that im gonna screw up having peanutbutterflie in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I'D RATHER STAND IN FRONT OF 98565231 (HP NO.) PEOPLE AND TALK THAN TO PLAY AND INSTRUMENT INFRONT OF 4141640 PEOPLE, what abt you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4734138209131947912?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4734138209131947912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4734138209131947912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SxnSBVdJcjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/fO67qaisRQ4/s72-c/tumblr_kstrq5FfNE1qzewk8o1_400%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-9128875694449979497</id><published>2009-11-29T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:31:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is raining and i dont wanna close the windows.&lt;br /&gt;Dad just came and scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i love seeing people get mad/f-up. They have a priceless expression and after that they do stupid things just to make you feel bad. But i wont care less afterall. I'll just smile and maybe say sorry, just to make them feel better and make them feel like it wasnt their fault afterall. For that moment in time, they feel like an angel cos they dont make mistakes and that others are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i watched flushed away after celebarting Hari Raya haji.&lt;br /&gt;Soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monster1: WAVE&lt;br /&gt;All the other monsters: -did wave, as ini the kallang wave-&lt;br /&gt;monster1: NO, THERE A WAVE FIGHT BEHIND!&lt;br /&gt;ALL MONSTERS: runnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t expect someone to read your mind, and don’t play games with heads or hearts. don’t tell half truths and expect trust when the full truth comes out. half truths are no better then lies. don’t be cold to someone you care about, indifference hurts more then angry words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-9128875694449979497?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9128875694449979497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9128875694449979497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-raining-and-i-dont-wanna-close.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4769946951001680191</id><published>2009-11-25T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:30:29.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYDAY PARADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jamie All Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Describe yourself: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Still Breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Center of Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ocean and Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation is?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Black cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current relationship status?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Kids in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your best friend is? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miserable at best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What’s the weather like? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Walk on water or drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; If your life was a tv show what would it be called? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bruised and Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for fun? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Champagne's For Celebrating (I'll Have a Martini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite part of your body? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Save your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When I get home, you're so dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best advice you have to give? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If You Wanted a Song Written About You, All You Had to Do Was Ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like to die? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One man drinking games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul’s current condition? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your motto: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DONE! KINDA COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4769946951001680191?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4769946951001680191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4769946951001680191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/11/using-only-song-names-from-one-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5857332065878858699</id><published>2009-11-25T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:35:08.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SwzoUYrd2cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_2EuU4bzvzc/s1600/dede.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SwzoUYrd2cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_2EuU4bzvzc/s320/dede.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407952689484913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You get to know someone better just by the things they laugh at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,yes,yes that's me on some random ride during my trip to Gold Coast, Australia when i was 6.&lt;br /&gt;And beside me is , my dad..Mr Jamil.&lt;br /&gt;The pic quality sucks big time cas of my 2 megapixels handphone camera. They didnt have the cool nixon or canon cams that day and this pic was taken where films were like the in-thing.&lt;br /&gt;I look pretty much the same since i was born only that i increase in length and of course width, gahahaha. I still look the same now, in case you forget how i look like or something. And did i tell you that my hairstyle havent change since my dad combed my hair since after my hair is being cut cas i was too stubborn too tie my thick curly long hair. if you didnt realise my parting havent change..okay enough abt the hair part.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm wearing some random red pullover and pikachu scarf.yes wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a gamelan perf comin up. 5 dec. First gamelan performance for us.&lt;br /&gt;And hell yea, that all i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;I think im done here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta start the ball rolling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5857332065878858699?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5857332065878858699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5857332065878858699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-get-to-know-someone-better-just-by.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SwzoUYrd2cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_2EuU4bzvzc/s72-c/dede.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7617450750353023943</id><published>2009-11-18T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:44:44.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling like an asshole this few days.&lt;div&gt;Dont have the drive to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to have a last min. gamelan prac ystd, but well it turned out _____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea what i was doing there. Things got worse when i got home. Got damn angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wont wanna know how i look when im angry, since you see me all crazy all the time. I think i look like a genetically engineered animal, maybe a mix of goat, rodent,elephant and anteater i guess. Luckily i don't usually get angry. Right?say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, okay. I downloaded 1 movie -FIRST TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, anyone has a movie to recommend? I'm bored. Should just sit in front of the computer and watch some movies while eating soggy Post's cereal w milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a movie to recommend, please tag. please and thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think i should start scrapbooking soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES, SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7617450750353023943?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7617450750353023943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7617450750353023943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-like-asshole-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2682297271149429982</id><published>2009-11-10T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:24:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone pretends, including YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Svkid8pT-FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AQmKYPbYpwE/s1600-h/givesome1hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Svkid8pT-FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AQmKYPbYpwE/s320/givesome1hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402387125898573906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;the curly hair one is me, the other one is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; (whoever you are and regardless of whether you have hair or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAROOOOO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its irritating that whenever you come across my blog you only and still see the green faces of ma, allisa and ama. Yes, it is very what-the-hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand cas i feel that way too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm starting afresh with a new skin.The colours are somehow cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least for me. Cut it off already. I'm gonna start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lots of things happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, some pervert, according to allisa talked to me on fb. I thought it was one of my indonesian exchange friend. But i appeared offline quickly. UGHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, just now was O Level Malay. Felt like shitting and urinating before the paper. It was scary.But then, when i started doing the paper, it felt like sitting at home doing one of Mr Senan's assignment. And it was manageable. Discussed answers with cikgu maimoon and well it okaaaay *raise eybrows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just hoping for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2682297271149429982?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2682297271149429982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2682297271149429982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/11/curly-hair-one-is-me-other-one-is-you.html' title='Everyone pretends, including YOU'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Svkid8pT-FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AQmKYPbYpwE/s72-c/givesome1hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7238011361660325113</id><published>2009-10-21T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:03:20.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Be happy for these moments because these moments, are your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8dm7gsYhI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZPuKsryGioM/s1600-h/8327_1216727628742_1545408079_30550867_7591409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8dm7gsYhI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZPuKsryGioM/s320/8327_1216727628742_1545408079_30550867_7591409_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395063433260196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8dlyflzFI/AAAAAAAAApg/gnblrEegSOM/s1600-h/8327_1216728348760_1545408079_30550885_2424694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8dlyflzFI/AAAAAAAAApg/gnblrEegSOM/s320/8327_1216728348760_1545408079_30550885_2424694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395063413659782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8fm-kBf7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_uwlPHXayks/s1600-h/8327_1216734308909_1545408079_30550943_5437307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8fm-kBf7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_uwlPHXayks/s320/8327_1216734308909_1545408079_30550943_5437307_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395065633102725042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8csNh85VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xncp4lBy5QU/s1600-h/8327_1216734428912_1545408079_30550946_1973737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some pictures that i have been waiting for, well for quite some time that is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too  _________, to post. Nothing to expect here, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cant wait for this to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7238011361660325113?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7238011361660325113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7238011361660325113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St8dm7gsYhI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZPuKsryGioM/s72-c/8327_1216727628742_1545408079_30550867_7591409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7848035887963687386</id><published>2009-10-20T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:48:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St1q7kdEx2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/yASIosClMno/s1600-h/ttry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St1q7kdEx2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/yASIosClMno/s320/ttry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394585500290172770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(this is a random pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we went to orchard. Ate BBQ Chicken. Watched movie (FAME). 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one part where Allisa went like " EH,EH DEK NI." Then the person sang, and we burst into peals opf laughter, I dont know what that was for, but we laughed relly hard till some woman in front of us, turned behind. And yes, you guessed it, WE LAUGHED HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;Some other stupid things happened, but I shall keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the photoshoot was kinda awesome. We had to wait for approx. 1hr++ just chatting and what nots.  GO,PURPLE! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we were posing for some magazine, aha k thats too far. Well then, I went for brunch with Ama, Azim and Razi. Random people, well not really.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my sista for a library trip and then accompanied her for lunch. And....HOME.&lt;br /&gt;Watched some movie, and then here. TADAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day. Say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall be drowning myself with novels.&lt;br /&gt;TAH-TAH. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7848035887963687386?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7848035887963687386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7848035887963687386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-random-pic-well-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/St1q7kdEx2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/yASIosClMno/s72-c/ttry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-259771960694968437</id><published>2009-10-18T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:18:27.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahah. Like finally I can go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i gotta time limit to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing is, i found a website to watch free-full-length 500DAYSOFSUMMER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I, Syazana have the link. Scream "YEAHHHH".&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, its quite clear. Ok I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant watch now, cos my dad is going to come in any minute into the room. Say, no way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and fyi, i just checked my LEAPS points. I got an A1 (27) already, like most of the cohort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch some movies but then..too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post better stuffs soon.&lt;br /&gt;And you kow it :Seeyuh when i seeyuh (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LONG LIVE MAYDAY PARADE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(hitler too, i mean the even no. girls in 3m2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-259771960694968437?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/259771960694968437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/259771960694968437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahah.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1434209978408923185</id><published>2009-09-27T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:41:56.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sr5RPp5llkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4Inp4JnaNCQ/s1600-h/z198052368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sr5RPp5llkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4Inp4JnaNCQ/s320/z198052368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385831533768971842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I thought he should know how it feels to lose you. Cause, trust me, it's not fun. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1434209978408923185?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1434209978408923185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1434209978408923185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sr5RPp5llkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4Inp4JnaNCQ/s72-c/z198052368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-5984416425084107198</id><published>2009-09-21T01:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:23:41.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Blogger is okay finally.&lt;div&gt;Well, Hari Raya has been hectic just now, really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i sacrificed my sleep time to watch some GOSSIP GIRLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been reading the book since I was 12. But havent managed to watch the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently at ep. 2 only. Ya, i know. P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that i have a twin niece, 1 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAS LIKE WHERE THE HELL DID THIS TWIN BABIES COME FROM? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i walked into the living room of my aunt's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, well. What a small world.. (no link)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well GG makes me feel like reading the whole series all over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nah..some parts are overated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Hari Raya is getting worse and worse as years pass, I'm not surprised if years to come, nobody wears Baju Kurung or even visit their grandparents no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What keeps me going when i watch Gossip Girls??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SrZvQkkrEbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ex6cN612ges/s320/2134054073_e71a50658f.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612735054090674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAN HUMPHREY *slurp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surprised that it isn't Chase Crawford? ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that explains why i change my blogskin, AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently watching the 3 ep. of GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I NEED TO PUKE, and yes at 2.21am in teh morn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5984416425084107198?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5984416425084107198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5984416425084107198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-blogger-is-okay-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SrZvQkkrEbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ex6cN612ges/s72-c/2134054073_e71a50658f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4322469094103585038</id><published>2009-09-11T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:33:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin. Bio students should understand.&lt;div&gt;But im sure everyone knows what nucleus. Its not like golgi apparatus or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cas my p5 sister learnt this already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday, aka 9/9/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt do anything much, other than going to wtps for alumni meeting. Felt short, but im not the shortest there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting 01, successfully FAILED. The principal didnt like the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planned for 2 hours and it went down the drain. GAH. And they are gonna vote me for secretary in the next meeting since im the one who wrote minutes for the meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to haziq and everyone second him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break-fast was KFC, and a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody sang a birthday song, we just sat and watched Sg idol -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and finally i got my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; VANS SHOES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slip ons KVD actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its the only size 0 in the whole Singapore. I've been looking for it everywhere but they only have size 8. the largest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chacked online and i realised that they dont sell size 9. So size 9 vans are very2 limited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was $70 at first but it was the last pair, so we bargained with the nerdy shopkeeper ang got it for $55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for bio orals, screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that headed to town with amlina and allisa, at BBQ Chicken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borders, yadadadadada. Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in the mood to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4322469094103585038?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4322469094103585038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4322469094103585038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/09/changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5649429805885901547</id><published>2009-08-31T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:28:11.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow post-its</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about what i did in the past,so these are some random facts about me in the past. Some of you might know, but most dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I took care of this mentally ill junior when i was primary 5.And in primary 6, she wasnt in the school anymore. Somehow, i was the only one who can talk to her but sometimes she starts hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was a Junior Sports leader in primary school. Organised school carnivals and stuffs. I have a cert to proof it and not forgetting the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I qualified into the Nationals Shot Put Championship (Pri Sch) in Pri. 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am an APPLE TREE alumni. (its a playgroup btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I was been taken care of approx. 7 maids, since i was born till P5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the most surprising one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5649429805885901547?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5649429805885901547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5649429805885901547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-post-its.html' title='Yellow post-its'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8714753368367884589</id><published>2009-08-30T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:15:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrylic paint.</title><content type='html'>Ahah!&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from monday..(you dont always hear me saying this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY,&lt;br /&gt;We had the bazaar meeting after school, and it dragged till 3/4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;So our plan was cancelled.GAAAH&lt;br /&gt;M2 is planning to do 'Dont forget the lyrics' during the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;at first the guys planned to book the computer lab for the whole day and we can charge $4/hour.Profitable right? Maybe for the anti-socials (:&lt;br /&gt;And while that Mr Conty was talking he scratched his -uhum- like randomly.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was the only one who saw it, cas he was standing right beside me and his -uhum- was like really near my eyes. GOSH, DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;After he did it, i looked at the class and everyone seems to be lost in his words that they didnt even see it.&lt;br /&gt;But after that Hanyan started talking about it. SO, i wasnt the only one after all.&lt;br /&gt;After school ended up in the library reading Paolo Coelho's novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY,&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything.But how can i remember moday and forget tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;Ah,nvm.&lt;br /&gt;But i remember i saw a  slimy dead snail.I think i stepped in it, but i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY,&lt;br /&gt;Training..it has been long cas I'm always involved in other stuffs all teh time. Or rather, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, it was PHYSICAL TRAINING.ah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;We ran for 30 mins, but coach says if the malays are tired we can stop anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Ran a few rounds and acted like we were tired, when actually we have been brisk walking and skipping all the while, singing Hari Raya songs.actually, i was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stopped, and Jun Hao went like, &lt;br /&gt;"Sazana, long time no see."yes, he pronounces my name like that.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt think of anything and i just went " Yessss" But i felt rather stupid after that.&lt;br /&gt;Second part of PT was, walking up the staircase..the whole team was singing cas i started singing. Sand, MJ,Katy Perry,Flo rida, Green Day,Lady gaga and ended up singing nursery rhymes. We were imagining if lady gaga sang " one little two little three little indians"&lt;br /&gt;With cherry2 boom2.SWEEEET  :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURDAY&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Where got Ghost"&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there were eng subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE IS MY RED MICKET MOUSE BRA??"&lt;br /&gt;(the part where the spirit of the dead mother haunt her son.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh @ wierd parts. &lt;br /&gt;Watch it if you need some laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Level Art. 20 visual diaries, but then he didnt collect. Anw, i did 14 only.ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Class was quite fun, drew a flower in a vase. Mr tan says it will approx take 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So..yea.&lt;br /&gt;And for this lesson everyone had to use an EASEL,so its quite different.&lt;br /&gt;Art class is gossiping class, where they talk about people.&lt;br /&gt;Although they are always speaking in chinese, i understand somehow.&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and my parents had the WE-ARE-GOING-TO-GEYLANG face.&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad that i'll go but i took a 10min nap after breakfast first but i was too tired and slept till 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up i was like &lt;br /&gt;OMG I FORGOT TO GO TO GEYLANG!&lt;br /&gt;My sister was looking at me peeping for her hello kitty covers and gave the THEY-WENT-LIKE-A-GAZILLION-YEARS-AGO-ALREADY,-WHAT'S-WRONG-WITH-YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im done.Saturday was nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, ITHINK MY HAIR IS GETTING CURLIER!LIKE SRIUOSLY.   (:3(CURLY HAIR EMOTICON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, it raining.Anw,seeyuh when i seeyuh. *POOF*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8714753368367884589?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8714753368367884589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8714753368367884589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahah-yes-finally-i-am-posting.html' title='Acrylic paint.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2033842367146434929</id><published>2009-08-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:35:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"If there's one thing I've learned, it's that there would be no gossip without secrets. You might be brave enough to reveal your secret, only to have it used against you. Or someone else's secret might effect you in unexpected ways. There are some secrets that you're only too happy to keep. Others surface only to be buried away deeper than they were before. But the most powerful secrets are the truths you thought you could never reveal, that once spoken, change everything."&lt;br /&gt;| Gossip Girl |&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2033842367146434929?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2033842367146434929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2033842367146434929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-theres-one-thing-ive-learned-its.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4775094442700119188</id><published>2009-08-12T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:43:14.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken rice without chicken</title><content type='html'>2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt realise i wasnt in school yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was on fb and some BPians were online..free periods huh?&lt;br /&gt;Still, needa catch up on my work, homework and BIOLOGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm killing time here, while waiting for my sister to get home frm school, so that we can eat lunch together..&lt;br /&gt;She will be getting her injection today, i shall punch her arms later :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY, im going to school tmr, and whatmore, there's PE!&lt;br /&gt;rugby,frisbee and wierd ball( we call it 'kacang'/peanut ball)&lt;br /&gt;okay, she's home!&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.irritating much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4775094442700119188?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4775094442700119188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4775094442700119188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-rice-without-chicken.html' title='Chicken rice without chicken'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4372394168320859226</id><published>2009-08-09T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:31:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Nightdress</title><content type='html'>happy buttday Sg.enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had some kinda feast before the fasting month at my cousin's place to pray for those he has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;So, i spent half of my day there.&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick,in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i always fall sick on holidays? the other time was during youth day and now, national day. Got some panadol, and it worked, well at least for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;NDP was great but it was a 'lil short.&lt;br /&gt;What else? aha! Sg Idol..&lt;br /&gt;Some were really great and some really sucked. Still, i dont see anyone with the potentials to be the next Sg idol.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend isn't really productive, that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month is drawing near, and some of my team mates are planning to go for beach volleyball. NOOOOO! At least do it after hari raya :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Here's to the kids. The kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart... from someone who didn't even know they existed. Here's to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friends. Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses &amp; just don't care. Here's to the kids who speak their mind. Here's to the kids who second-guess themselves on everything they do. Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that."- Pete Wentz &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now say that you are okaaay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4372394168320859226?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4372394168320859226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4372394168320859226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-buttday-sg.html' title='Pink Nightdress'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5648348210829192361</id><published>2009-08-07T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:18:37.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regardless of race,language or religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/?action=view&amp;current=s_by_krysiaczeniunieczek.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/s_by_krysiaczeniunieczek.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day parade was better than last year. At least its not in the field.&lt;br /&gt;And cheering comp. finals were CRAZZZYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Some classes were really good. Reminds me of last year finals.When 205 was in it and the screwing up of course.&lt;br /&gt;Sang like nobody's business.Dance? we stood up at the chorus of the songs and danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNO,DROS,TRES.CUADROS&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU WANT ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW I WANT CHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the musicvid is all booty-shaking, juggling ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,after NDP,we had meeting and mini celebration..&lt;br /&gt;I know it was kinda pathetic, but I hope you two appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i guess happy birthday singapore?&lt;br /&gt;-waves flag and sings 'my people, my home' and recite recollection.-&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the pledge.:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5648348210829192361?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5648348210829192361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5648348210829192361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-that-many-people-never-understand.html' title='Regardless of race,language or religion'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3200561829762487057</id><published>2009-08-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:38:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just downloaded the whole new Marie Digby and Daughtry album.&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;it will help me during my revision,heh.&lt;br /&gt;bye i gotta listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;i need a ipod wih loads of gigabites.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;blogger sucks.bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who trained hard for tmr's parade, all the best yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3200561829762487057?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3200561829762487057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3200561829762487057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-downloaded-whole-new-marie-digby.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2176430874987215574</id><published>2009-07-25T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:28:49.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the last?</title><content type='html'>That was the last time i'd ever, we'd ever, do that again. The last word, the last song, the last nervous backstage glance, i'd never wear that costume again, you'd never wear that shirt again, i'd never have my hair pinned with feathers again, you'd never have fake sideburns again. That was my last time (prolly) on stage with you guys, and what a road it's been. That was all of our last times with all of you on stage. Now that it's all over, no worry about how fast we're speaking or how loud we actually are, not just me, but all of us.None of that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No more rehearsals with you in that freezing little room doing the same old lines over and over again until i'd be able to tattoo the entire script onto thousands of people with my eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;All the hype's over.&lt;br /&gt;Our pain, our misery, your eye bags, our purposes, our motives, we won't have to see each other anymore and focus to discuss over the seriousness of everything and how we must be prepared and how we must get everything right on the day itself. No more of any of that. &lt;br /&gt;So, i guess, we'll see you 'round?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2176430874987215574?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2176430874987215574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2176430874987215574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/probably-last.html' title='Probably the last?'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5151085007063953599</id><published>2009-07-17T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:21:02.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't have..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SmCFlzU_w7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zYr_Ivc3qR4/s1600-h/5328_233901860226_807340226_7786903_5026426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430441050817458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SmCFlzU_w7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zYr_Ivc3qR4/s320/5328_233901860226_807340226_7786903_5026426_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COOL MUCH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess what, 3L1 has one positive case of H1N1.And that guy is in my history and OArt class.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Art, we didnt get the stuffs today cas of the H1N1. Initially, they wanted to bring us to the museum. But since the H1N1 cases are rising, they wanted to be safe. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about this trip since like, tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;OH MANNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;Still life again, but this time we didnt use burnt amber but we used red and blue..&lt;br /&gt;Felt like dying. Only 6 people attend the lesson. Others were sick or quarantined. L1 got home early at around 11.45am.&lt;br /&gt;When they passed by our class, M2 *sniffed* and *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up bursting into peals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering comp is gonna be held on Monday. Yes, monday.this monday. dont give me the 0.0 face.&lt;br /&gt;Practise tmr, im not sure i can make it or not..&lt;br /&gt;Cas there's a seminar @ some mosque from 8-1pm.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. For those who are sick, get well soon. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5151085007063953599?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5151085007063953599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5151085007063953599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-much-guess-what-3l1-has-one.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t have..'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SmCFlzU_w7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zYr_Ivc3qR4/s72-c/5328_233901860226_807340226_7786903_5026426_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1673524034553535220</id><published>2009-07-16T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:51:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday.Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' Art students are getting art materials for next year's exam tomorrow @ bras basah. but we're going to the Art Museum before that.&lt;br /&gt;We have to bring $50.&lt;br /&gt;For; brushes, water colour, charcoal, pallete. Idk what else.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i havent search for a pic for the canvas painting..&lt;br /&gt;o.m.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Art students (?)&lt;br /&gt;So.. animal farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1673524034553535220?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1673524034553535220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1673524034553535220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4809839406034094465</id><published>2009-07-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:20:22.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb5N5b0PI/AAAAAAAAAns/j4k9uKMWLGc/s1600-h/5332_1184396523254_1028471915_546071_7949234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb5N5b0PI/AAAAAAAAAns/j4k9uKMWLGc/s320/5332_1184396523254_1028471915_546071_7949234_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977220228567282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4iK3IAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/EXhGRV-gNS8/s1600-h/5332_1184396363250_1028471915_546067_5176891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4iK3IAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/EXhGRV-gNS8/s320/5332_1184396363250_1028471915_546067_5176891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977208490500098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4QCtvyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QiuGeNpUV5Y/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4QCtvyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QiuGeNpUV5Y/s320/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977203624492834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;The show went well. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget my script and my mind was clear one stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Think. Breathe.Give --&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scriptwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were punching each others fist before and after the show.&lt;br /&gt;I guess our prayers were being answered.&lt;br /&gt;Make up was ____.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay. Its not always you get this kinda makeup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, and the chicken was stuck in my head, and its dead.&lt;br /&gt;In school, people were giving me stares and glances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to put up a show like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'know&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; any light flashing on the audience. So, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; see anyone. Except for those wearing white shirts.&lt;br /&gt;When i pointed at one part, I just pointed straight.&lt;br /&gt;No bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;argumentative&lt;/span&gt; essay and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;karangan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; stare at this picture for too long. You might get an eyesore.&lt;br /&gt;If any side effect develops, wash eyes with coke or hot tea. If condition gets worse, please see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4KTMmbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/90axhplnG94/s1600-h/5332_1184429164070_1028471915_546172_8192867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb4KTMmbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/90axhplnG94/s320/5332_1184429164070_1028471915_546172_8192867_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977202083010994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay, you survived, staring at my pic.&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4809839406034094465?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4809839406034094465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4809839406034094465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sltb5N5b0PI/AAAAAAAAAns/j4k9uKMWLGc/s72-c/5332_1184396523254_1028471915_546071_7949234_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7453525081979069168</id><published>2009-07-12T06:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:05:06.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once and for all.</title><content type='html'>PS: I tried to straighten my hair-using the straightener. But, after so long, its still curly as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my make up was very extreme yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;some were saying i wasnt meant for malay play but for the opera.&lt;br /&gt;And I scared some people in the dark. They said i looked like some Japanese. geisha, you mean?aahaha&lt;br /&gt;We started the dry run @ five.With mics and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Home @ 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;OMG, we won the translation competition. First prize, $400.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;$100 each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Allisa, Ama, lets go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And another trip with the pussies.Dont get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im awake. Just check out the play today.&lt;br /&gt;3pm, Republic Poly.&lt;br /&gt;When u guys come at 3, we people come @ 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8 hours till showtime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7453525081979069168?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7453525081979069168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7453525081979069168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-and-for-all.html' title='Once and for all.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8229938841548462530</id><published>2009-07-08T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:16:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange bra.</title><content type='html'>Disturbed by the post title? Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people should stop paying tributes to MJ already. You never know he is screaming for people to stop singing and what not and that he wants peace.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was okay. Stammered but nevermind, i knew what i was talking about, at least. And during the convo, the examiners were laughing at my story. They seemed interested. LOL?&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate much about the story.&lt;br /&gt;I think the oral topic was much more harder than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the question was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah kaitan menjalin hubungan yang baik dengan jiran dan kemakmuran negara?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. OMG, tomorrow's gonna be tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8229938841548462530?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8229938841548462530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8229938841548462530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/orange-bra.html' title='Orange bra.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-287265038804988637</id><published>2009-07-06T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:39:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night fever!</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening : 38.4&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night : 37.8&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning : 38.2&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon : 37.6&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening : 35.5 (wtf?) / 37.0&lt;br /&gt;Monday night : 37.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, these are temperatures people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to go to school tmr? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently googling for H1N1 symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-symptoms of regular human flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-fever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough&lt;br /&gt;-sore throat&lt;br /&gt;-body aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-headache&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-chills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE. O'LEVEL MALAY ORALS ON WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL PREVIEW FOR CLASSICAL PLAY TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst to worst, i'll just fake that im okay tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current temperature: 37.3&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh, bitches/bastards.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-287265038804988637?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/287265038804988637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/287265038804988637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday night fever!'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4908515025975028962</id><published>2009-07-05T06:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:39:36.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was obvious.</title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the stupid posts.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Yesterday 15++ of us went for ALLISA"S bday party/gathering.&lt;br /&gt;I got a her a toothbrush(for her teeth) and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 3.30pm but in the end everyone disappeared cas they went to get last minute presents. The colour code was black and white..I cant believe everyone actually wore black and white, almost everyone except for Su, cas i didnt tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about yesterday. I forgot my socks when i went to my religious class. Socks are like name tags.Dont have them? DIE. The teacher will ask u to wear red plastics bags.My friend wore it before. There wasnt assembly due to the swine flu. And we had to get outr temperatures taken. And they use that old fashioned in-ear thermometer. When actually they have the scan-your-forehead one.&lt;br /&gt;Its was quite troublesome cas u're wearing scarf and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;My class was suppose to end @ 2.30 but i left at 2.10 cas if not om gonna be late for the party. So I (almost ran) home and changed and grabbed the present and off i go. The thing is, I FORGOT MY CAMERA!! gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party: Eat. Watched ricky martin and America's got talent.&lt;br /&gt;And i guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4908515025975028962?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4908515025975028962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4908515025975028962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-obvious.html' title='It was obvious.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3553079793897003276</id><published>2009-07-03T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:09:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And stop acting like you care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SkzpQ_Uh6QI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eWyLDHn6TtQ/s1600-h/8P2BjSYJypazqlc0mOfgPCfdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SkzpQ_Uh6QI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eWyLDHn6TtQ/s320/8P2BjSYJypazqlc0mOfgPCfdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353910535121398018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3553079793897003276?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3553079793897003276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3553079793897003276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='And stop acting like you care'/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SkzpQ_Uh6QI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eWyLDHn6TtQ/s72-c/8P2BjSYJypazqlc0mOfgPCfdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-379297014090907385</id><published>2009-06-27T06:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:28:00.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO SUCKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group got into the next round of translation competition. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Semi- finals,so it will be today @ 11am.&lt;br /&gt;So most prolly.there will be homework session after that. Last year I finished my homework at Sunday, 4.07pm. So what about this year?&lt;br /&gt;I still have biology, Vocab book (can't find the friggin' book.AHHH), history (bloody SBQs) and Maths (lots of test papers), News in Class? I CANT LOG IN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,I think i can finish it.Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing things last minute is my thang.But at least,it get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG SUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Shit,I think i forgot how to wear my uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-379297014090907385?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/379297014090907385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/379297014090907385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-suckers-my-group-got-into-next.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1381697044457302606</id><published>2009-06-26T05:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:02:06.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Albom; The Five People You Meet in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed my SS and Malay online tasks.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a looser now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I think my parent are gonna wake up soon cas they needa go to work.DUH~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1381697044457302606?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1381697044457302606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1381697044457302606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='HEY?'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2078639453523718745</id><published>2009-06-22T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:33:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEESE AND WHISKERS  &gt;.&lt;&lt;div&gt;ahh watever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two freaking dude came just now and fixed the new internet connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they only fixed it on the laptop and not the desktop.(so im currently using the laptop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now,my dear desktop doesnt have any internet connection. how sucky is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried connecting and everything but nth works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i hate this laptop cas all my bookmarked pages aint here on Google Chrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,i cant go on Limewire,youtube,xanga,eatsleepdraw,facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this will keep me away from the comp.I'll be continuing my homework tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so just now,I had bangsawan prac. It was nothing much today cas we were short of casts and everything.So some of us ended up taking pics and eating roller coaster while waiting to be callled by the director/stage managers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then went home.Otw,to the bus stop,heard someone calling my name.And it was Amalina.She ran towards me and hugged me.So drama-mama.And soon po hian and eileen ran from behind.I havent been to training for a while.So ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lot 1, someone called my name again.And it was hui Yan with her bread in her hand and her mouth full with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute.Jolie and Wei shi was there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and everthing.I missed them and after what i heard happened during training,its like i knew it would be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;YOU'RE SUCHA JERK, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;read this for all i care.i'm not speaking for myself,im speaking for the 8 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruined my day.mf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw zu and she cursed and then she hugged us.Family reunion  -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home with zu,it has been a really long time man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;O'ART LESSON TOMORROW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;DEAR MR TAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;CAN WE NOT DO STILL LIFE TMR? IT KILLS ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;PLEASSSSEEEEEEEEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;SYAZANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2078639453523718745?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2078639453523718745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2078639453523718745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheese-and-whiskers.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-9195020607073260975</id><published>2009-06-21T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:49:42.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a message from Ms Aza.Which was very,very random.&lt;div&gt;BIO ORAL CANCELLED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started dancing and shouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my sister joined me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wani: I don't know what all this is about.But I'm happy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toddles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-9195020607073260975?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9195020607073260975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9195020607073260975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-message-from-ms-aza.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2747739922149116893</id><published>2009-06-20T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:18:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjvHpj0w2PI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7se3nx3n44c/s1600-h/DSC0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjvHpj0w2PI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7se3nx3n44c/s320/DSC0375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088499237705970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And those were the days where I had to kiss allisa's ass during this formation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mum,Dad and Sis coming home today! GAHHHHH   8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Homeworl,homework,homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I finished 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I've been going to school like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;week 1: 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;week 2: 4 days (including NUS camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;week 3: 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Its crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;With opera and art and trainings.Clashes somemore,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Yea..life's difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2747739922149116893?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2747739922149116893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2747739922149116893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-those-were-days-where-i-had-to-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjvHpj0w2PI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7se3nx3n44c/s72-c/DSC0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-8633814139816068537</id><published>2009-06-19T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:31:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjprxWkBrNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_B5E2ac--Bc/s1600-h/froh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348706003070332114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjprxWkBrNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_B5E2ac--Bc/s320/froh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photoshoot tomorrow. Need to get my hair done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone call my personal hairstylist please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8633814139816068537?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8633814139816068537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8633814139816068537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/photoshoot-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjprxWkBrNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_B5E2ac--Bc/s72-c/froh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7843900171666302789</id><published>2009-06-16T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:18:26.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjaPLmgi5jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vUrE3e1wICo/s1600-h/4624_119240068312_89562268312_2634570_5254308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjaPLmgi5jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vUrE3e1wICo/s320/4624_119240068312_89562268312_2634570_5254308_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619037027427890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wohoooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look at those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now,I'll be in Sg alone.My parents and sister is going to Padang,Indonesia.For a 5 day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;You might say freedom.But if you were in my shoes,you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe while they're away,I'll be able to appreciate others more,hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you guys have a save flight to and back from Sumatra.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You need to trust me,please for once.I can take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The show is gonna be real soon.Premiere too.Let everything be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7843900171666302789?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7843900171666302789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7843900171666302789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/vin-diesel-wohoooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SjaPLmgi5jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vUrE3e1wICo/s72-c/4624_119240068312_89562268312_2634570_5254308_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-3249207272562268316</id><published>2009-06-12T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:01:40.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey bitch.</title><content type='html'>SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on tv on yesterday's malay news,And me and allisa were talking and sitin' on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Unglam moment. Ahh,nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was okay,nothing much.Adam Khoo was hell much more fun.But for the fact that u click with loys of people from different schools..Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..how's life?&lt;br /&gt;(I bet you are thinking hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent complete my online homework and memorise my Malay opera lines.CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you like frying eggs? Say ' YEAHHHH'  with me if you dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3249207272562268316?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3249207272562268316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3249207272562268316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-bitch.html' title='Hey bitch.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2692976550362423027</id><published>2009-06-07T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:23:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was some art competition.I thought it was kinda pathetic at first but well wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHHHHHHH.my 1 hour is up.&lt;br /&gt;Get to you guys back.Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT (continue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie..dokie..&lt;br /&gt;So first i met with khalid and aminah at Macs.Bought a happy meal.Cas i think its the only thing that has a resonable price. Chose the ugly green toy,and gave khalid.&lt;br /&gt;Ate and when Mr Sazali called we met him at the taxi stand and he drove us to CJC.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at some random bench and waited.And then registered.I was really shocked when i only saw JCs.Like Anderson,Hwa Chong and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite relieved that there were only 4 sec schools.So there are 3 prizes,4 school. Fingers crossed,hope we will be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefing and then we started.We were laughing and cracking jokes.We werent serious at all.&lt;br /&gt;Drew the owl and stuff.while khalid and aminah did the wau.&lt;br /&gt;When we only had 45 minutes left everyone panicked.It was CRAZZZZYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Si0eiU5ilII/AAAAAAAAAlo/yWGrElpW69E/s1600-h/DSC02698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Si0eiU5ilII/AAAAAAAAAlo/yWGrElpW69E/s320/DSC02698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344961907833083010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"True wisdom, is knowing you know nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;End of competition they bropught us down for lunch.The food wasnt nice.No one finished their food.We were critisizing the food stall names while eating.And we were laughing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalid: Fish are seafood right?&lt;br /&gt;Points to a stall name - FISH AND SEAFOOD NOODLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are 3 drink stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH FRUIT JUICES&lt;br /&gt;HEALTHY FRUITS AND SNACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, healthy doesnt mean that its fresh right?&lt;br /&gt;You can give the customer a stalk of celery and say that its 1 week old.&lt;br /&gt;Its healthy but not fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same applies for the FRSH FRUIT JUICES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you find it lame but logical. Its okay.&lt;br /&gt;And for the fact that Khalid was laughing real loudly that some schools stared at us was embarrassing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the freaking silat quiz.No one payed attention.We were critisizing about the slide show somemore.&lt;br /&gt;And quiz time! We just followed our instincts and the question with the names we chose the wierdest but best name...ASMAH BEE.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cool? We got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: When we call your schoool name,please send a representative on stage to collect your prize.&lt;br /&gt;Carlie: No need ah.Sure never get one.&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: 2nd place,BUKIT PANJANG GOVT HIGH SCH.&lt;br /&gt;We stared at each other and laughed and the push khalid to receive the prize.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sazali was wondering how we could win cas were were playing a fool all the time.&lt;br /&gt;$15 popular voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EARPIECE!&lt;br /&gt;tah-tah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2692976550362423027?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2692976550362423027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2692976550362423027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Si0eiU5ilII/AAAAAAAAAlo/yWGrElpW69E/s72-c/DSC02698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-6286221375069404370</id><published>2009-06-06T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:34:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Everything's the same now, except that now, we're indoors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line above tells everything about today.Well, not the whole day but at least half the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, i met with Aminah and Khalid to discuss about the design for the kite design competition.&lt;br /&gt;Kite comp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-6286221375069404370?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6286221375069404370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6286221375069404370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/everythings-same-now-except-that-now.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5001452097795967559</id><published>2009-06-03T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:21:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SiZoww4lapI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wwicpt2LDPY/s1600-h/z169389027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SiZoww4lapI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wwicpt2LDPY/s320/z169389027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343073194886916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.Today was effing tiring.Training till 9.45am then bangsawan until around 12.40.Art at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJC kite design comp on sat.&lt;br /&gt;NUS Camp next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of my holidays is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5001452097795967559?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5001452097795967559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5001452097795967559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SiZoww4lapI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wwicpt2LDPY/s72-c/z169389027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4665482824581761426</id><published>2009-06-02T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:19:55.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I'm like a paper doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a why. Maybe somewhere there's that&lt;br /&gt;thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears,&lt;br /&gt;can make something that happened unhappen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was always easy to point the finger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;to let someone else take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;When you make a living out of making excuses,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to face yourself again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy endings lie. Waste away your life.&lt;br /&gt;What are morals when you're famed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4665482824581761426?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4665482824581761426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4665482824581761426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-it-makes-sense-now.html' title='Tonight I&apos;m like a paper doll'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-7289400639815174412</id><published>2009-06-01T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:54:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing helps.</title><content type='html'>Hey suckers,&lt;br /&gt;welcome.Just now was bimbotic pink.But now..&lt;br /&gt;I think its its much more pleasant to the eyes.At least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are like the same old bullshit thang.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not rant.Studying last minute is my thang.I'll try to change.&lt;br /&gt;Oh drop this,this so not the hot topic right now.&lt;br /&gt;-DROPS TOPIC-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BPian idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was unexpected.I know the girl should win. Some said that he won because he was sympathized but still, idk.&lt;br /&gt;That Jasmine girl sang and i think my undies tore.It was so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.Everything's different cas we're inside.Still, I dont think Im ready.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm,I shant talk about this, too private.All I can say is, "Its a matter of time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think I'm off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangsawan later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* if youre bored play the game at the side.Hope that I made your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;To all Mr Senan's HMT students , 3L1/3M2&lt;br /&gt;You are required to log on to litespeed and complete 3 reflections (mampos!) and print it out.Hand it in on the 1st day of the next term.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is school effort by Nursyazana Bte Jamil (14) 3M2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7289400639815174412?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7289400639815174412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7289400639815174412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathing-helps.html' title='Breathing helps.'/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8719825528745338271</id><published>2009-05-26T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:19:48.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;LONGGGG..LONGGGG TIME AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma: You wanna rebond your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,choices have consequences...&lt;br /&gt;But all you have to do is to put on a good show. And everything's gonna be aright.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;We had some bloody ceremony in the morning which made everyone sweat like we just went for skinny dipping.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;some freaking award.&lt;br /&gt;After school,me allisa amalina and zu went to watch night at the museum 2.We bought 'KFC into the cinema and someone touched my hair while i was queuing to get some food -______-&lt;br /&gt;Movie wasn't really good so i suggest you just watch online.after that we went home..&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library,alone.At sembawang like some nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Yah,thats practically what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8719825528745338271?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8719825528745338271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8719825528745338271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/longggg.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-6147346588697240116</id><published>2009-05-25T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:41:41.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ShmC6iEFToI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Do-xbMLwqqs/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ShmC6iEFToI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Do-xbMLwqqs/s320/DSC01407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339442775312387714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria Theatre Game Masters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At last I get to post.I miss the comp/camp a lot.Okay,you can shut up now Syazana.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has written things about the camp.Read others blogs if you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, some of us had BP Amazing Race .And it was great.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, we dirtied the place and the ahpek cleared our stuff like everything including 2 containers of starch and puzzle pieces and some balloons.Most importantly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY MOMMA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MITTENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those were supposed to be used in a particular game.And my momma's mittens were gone.Not only that,I didn't ask for permission when i took it from the kitchen that morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody ahpek.He threw all our stuffs and bagged them and threw in a lorry full of garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my ass,uncle.Eh no,ahpek.&lt;br /&gt;He knew it belonged to us already since he asked earlier in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so tiring that me and allisa lay down right behind the raffles statue.It was a hot day,and we had sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;This white man passed us and smiled and me.I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;I was very sure that he wanted to rape me (not allisa) at first.&lt;br /&gt;Joking.Groups came in and we decided to do an impromptu game.For that moment,I loved my brain.Participants ended up doing paper mache balloons and played with it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home around 4.30pm.Luckily Haziq let us off first.&lt;br /&gt;Got home,ate lunch(lol?) and then changed and off to school for a Sastera play.&lt;br /&gt;Had supper after that with the Sec 3s and went home.Reached at around 11.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day,which is Sunday.I had religious class exams.&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.BPian idol and concert tmr.&lt;br /&gt;No books,yes volleyball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I forgot to wash my school shoe.How?&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear my BATA shoe tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done here. ONE PLATOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-6147346588697240116?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6147346588697240116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6147346588697240116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/victoria-theatre-game-masters-at-last-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ShmC6iEFToI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Do-xbMLwqqs/s72-c/DSC01407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7829338679049152390</id><published>2009-05-14T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:21:21.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sgr9ypH1W5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TPaacHJ2HB8/s1600-h/41689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sgr9ypH1W5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TPaacHJ2HB8/s320/41689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335355755047771026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's married,dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Allisa,Gokey is available.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duda pun duda ah,eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo,cuckoo.Adam's gonna win.If he doesnt make the thru the next round means that the moon is green.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Hitler's speeches on youtube just now.And it was crazy.So much for a history student.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler has nice hair.I wish mine was flat like his or something.&lt;br /&gt;Last paper on Friday.And i have to study for my religious class exams.How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;But its for my own good i guess.Maybe i'll be studying Biology later.As in later like 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Fely liek watching a movie.but i have no idea what to watch.So i was listening to acoustic covers on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR!and play it,obviously.&lt;br /&gt;gah,gah,gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterokinase signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7829338679049152390?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7829338679049152390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7829338679049152390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-marrieddammit.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sgr9ypH1W5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TPaacHJ2HB8/s72-c/41689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1033816699778917013</id><published>2009-05-08T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:06:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SgOvuOjv7wI/AAAAAAAAAko/Labf5d4LfZk/s1600-h/z187854498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SgOvuOjv7wI/AAAAAAAAAko/Labf5d4LfZk/s320/z187854498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333299592453680898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;4 days off. No paper today.So,I'm slacking for now.&lt;br /&gt;A few more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;-Malay Literature Paper Two&lt;br /&gt;-Elective History&lt;br /&gt;-EMaths&lt;br /&gt;-Biology&lt;br /&gt;Let me survive the MYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my banana-and walnut-in-wholemeal-bread breakfast, I decided to chill for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing volleyball,basketball and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly there wil be training after Bio paper.And i need to get my new vb shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everthing's not gonna repeat again. Though I know that im just trying to convince myself cas i believe its gonna go back to square one. But, there nothing wrong making yourself feel better.At least for this week.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday,they'll be amzing race.And im a station master at Victoria Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea..&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry yeaterday was totally screwed.Mole calc. all the way.It reminded me of the primary school maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll studay history today.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler and Stalin needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the Nazis! -im gonna get bashed up-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1033816699778917013?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1033816699778917013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1033816699778917013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SgOvuOjv7wI/AAAAAAAAAko/Labf5d4LfZk/s72-c/z187854498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-9094313329612129821</id><published>2009-05-04T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:13:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"If you end up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on the television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it."&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MacCafe expresso = $2.35 = 10ml = 'WORTH IT'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell a random girl if she stained her school skirt?But her boyfriend was with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. nevermind-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-9094313329612129821?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9094313329612129821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9094313329612129821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-end-up-with-boring-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8694009162059692220</id><published>2009-05-03T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:23:38.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sfx_2-LvzKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGWWsri8qLA/s1600-h/he_will_kill_for_you_by_Hhallmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sfx_2-LvzKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGWWsri8qLA/s320/he_will_kill_for_you_by_Hhallmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331276641281756322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might be sleeping or still revising for SS on monday.&lt;br /&gt;If you are you can try my SBQ question..&lt;br /&gt;What is the poster trying to tell us?-refer to the pic on top-&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i feel stupid after typing that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming.I think having the Japanese bombing SG with 'fat man' (the bomb that was denoted over Nagasaki, sec 2 history remember?) is so much better than exams..&lt;br /&gt;I rather be in some trench warfare bombing Germany or Britain or something in the WW1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe i should be seducing Adolf Hitler instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8694009162059692220?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8694009162059692220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8694009162059692220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-might-be-sleeping-or-still.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sfx_2-LvzKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGWWsri8qLA/s72-c/he_will_kill_for_you_by_Hhallmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-291778100407958584</id><published>2009-04-25T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:13:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;" Susan Boyle deserves a standing ovation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It takes courage to do what she did. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-291778100407958584?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/291778100407958584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/291778100407958584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-deserves-standing-ovation.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-6798620623399231876</id><published>2009-04-20T16:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:22:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/?action=view&amp;current=FFanigif.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/FFanigif.gif" border="0" alt="gggg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell ya.&lt;br /&gt;We had to do some reflections and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with some -o- people. Bought ice-cream from the 'ah pek' in the van.Tasted like ice-cream though.Went to popular to follow them buy maths assessment books. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home,I switched on the television in the afternoon.First time in idk how many hippopotamus years. Watched a show called the 'Ex-wives club'. It was cool.Mainly, it was about this lady and a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady&lt;br /&gt;She grew fat and her husband of 3 years stopped loving her. Secretly,e had a girlfriend. Then one day the woman drove her husband to the parking lot where they both met and asked, "Do you still love me?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;They filed for a divorce. But she still didn't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;She went for this show and relieved her stress slimmed down and then looked so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Her ex hubby was asked to drive her to the airport where she's gonna have a date at some random-but-romantic island. When he was driving her,she told him how she felt and everything...And she was given a choice to go back w her husband or fly off and go for her date.&lt;br /&gt;she chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;her date was this hot guy who had black hair and idk what colour eyes..&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i wont talk about the guys part.Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I dont think anyone whould want to read my post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So,if you're reading this..don't you have something better to do?&lt;br /&gt;If not stay here and listen to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T GIVE NO VAGINA SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH,SHIT DON'T COME OUT FROM THE VAGINA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-6798620623399231876?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6798620623399231876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6798620623399231876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4665546394416170244</id><published>2009-04-18T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:56:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SekaQDqNyeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wknDG7CoD_o/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SekaQDqNyeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wknDG7CoD_o/s320/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325816897504922082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you press 'Photobooth' on the Mac when you're bored during O'Art.&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't go for O'art yesterday since my orals ended late.Bullshit.Didn't know we could take the orals earlier.F.&lt;br /&gt;I got Cikgu Marlina and i think we had a 15 minutes convo. 3 people after me finished their orals and I was still talking to Cikgu.I think she forgot that it was an oral.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: How do you think the school can help improve students malay lang.?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We can subscribe to magazines or reading materials like for English we have Readers' Digest.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: What kindda magazined do you wanna subscribe.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Shit,what am i suppose to say?Manja?) Maybe Dewan Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: So you read Dewan Bahasa?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not really.Our comprehension passages are usually picked from Dewan Bahasa.So yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGKSJSJSJS-BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtfish was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pissed.Went home with Zu and Atiqah.&lt;br /&gt;-Zonked out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4665546394416170244?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4665546394416170244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4665546394416170244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-what-happens-when-you-press.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SekaQDqNyeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wknDG7CoD_o/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-7574640023750344499</id><published>2009-04-12T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:01:23.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SeFgfLcU4II/AAAAAAAAAkA/NGQaEyRPyhM/s1600-h/DSC04500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SeFgfLcU4II/AAAAAAAAAkA/NGQaEyRPyhM/s320/DSC04500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642323292446850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man.Its over, so fast. But that's what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Still after watching the pictures on slide show..I miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;Excursions,Running in the rain at Sentosa,Feeling pathetic cas of the whole planning thing,half and hour excursions..etc.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the chalet.I'll call it the highlight of the event.We didn't spend much time with our buddies since they are always on the internet,in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ was awesome.We BBQed lots of things just cas we had fun doing it. Played with fishballs on the BBQ grill.Sometimes the stupidest things are the best.Well not sometime,everyime i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,yesterday was really tiring,we didnt sleep the whole night at in the morning,some were drooling on the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;Talked and talked then we went for nightwalk at midnight and went to changi beach then we stargazed at the beach looking at airplanes leaving the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;http://dungivemeadamn.multiply.com/photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stack of papers on my desk labeled homework.&lt;br /&gt;I might actually start doing them, or i might leave it there and pretend i never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;I think the latter deserves a chance, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh.Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7574640023750344499?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7574640023750344499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7574640023750344499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-man.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SeFgfLcU4II/AAAAAAAAAkA/NGQaEyRPyhM/s72-c/DSC04500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-3672186460482127821</id><published>2009-04-10T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:30:30.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEEHA.IM OFF TO CHALET(first time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DONT LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3672186460482127821?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3672186460482127821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3672186460482127821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeeha.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8446314325982726408</id><published>2009-04-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:46:27.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its gonna be over,very soon.&lt;br /&gt;At least i hope that it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8446314325982726408?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8446314325982726408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8446314325982726408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-gonna-be-oververy-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3702086149745593552</id><published>2009-03-29T07:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:45:09.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sc8ziUUGInI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-PYihmsOS4o/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sc8ziUUGInI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-PYihmsOS4o/s320/yay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318526349609411186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;We wonder why black &amp;amp; white photographs capture our souls.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because without color, We aren't drawn to the makeup, the color of our eyes, our hair, or how tan we are. Black &amp;amp; white captures the innocence on one's face &amp;amp; the hurt they've gone through to feel vulnerability. The glow we see comes from the inside, Brightening out eyes, our skin, &amp;amp; our smile. It grabs the truth that liberates us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin.God is fair (Only some people will understand this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dokay,Sekolah Tinggi Pemerintah Bukit Panjang won 3rd place in Deklamasi Sajak 2009.Its my first year joining so its a good start(: Thanks Anwar,our instructor.This is your birthday present to you from us. Namely,Sabrina, Allisa, Izyan,Umairah, Nia,Norman,Fahmi, Inge,Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the last 2 schools to perform and it made us feel more nervous.Although lunch time was over,no one ate.Everyone was trembling and I was pretending to bite my fingers like Olive in Popeye always does.But no one can hide their feelings.The crazy ones were sitting and just staring in blank space.No one said anything..It was scary.I was rehearsing my lines in my head,afraid that i will get it wrong,again.And remebering when to stomp my feet to queue the others for the next formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked like we were going for a football match. With shirts tucked in, same hairstyle(except me of course).socks high,shoes all the same.Somehow,our costume looked cute.&lt;br /&gt;Before going off we kneeled on our knees in a circle and said our own prayers sonce we were of a different religions.That really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cheered 'BP'!And everyone was 'high'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance we opened the backstage door and screamed as loudly as possible,hugged each other and everything.Everyone gave their best.It didn;t matter whether we won or not, we all knew that we did the best we can.We gave all out and everyone was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Shouted like crazy.Unexpected results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with something i find hilarious,I found it on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Vivian Dawson,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, Our affair is over. I think I realized it Last year when you peed in your pants,in your apartment and I saw you sit on my salt-beef bucket . I'm sure you're sexy enough to understand that I get turned on only by garbage men. I'm returning your false teeth to you, but I'll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard and you should get that embarrassing rash checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Syazana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sc6-Y4RQKqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fFuucVNj5Rs/s1600-h/vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sc6-Y4RQKqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fFuucVNj5Rs/s320/vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397544602020514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Vivian Dawson,Winner of Cleo's most Eligible Bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;YES,VIVAN,OUR AFFAIR IS OVER! I'M TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANNA TRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4)(5) . I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12)&lt;br /&gt;Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're mean&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 CD&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude&lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat - shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the mustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour’s dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed about the car you stole&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my ass as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;France - Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense,vivian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3702086149745593552?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3702086149745593552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3702086149745593552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/amin.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sc8ziUUGInI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-PYihmsOS4o/s72-c/yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1181284457105005107</id><published>2009-03-26T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:48:48.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup ya'all?&lt;br /&gt;Went to the friggin clinic right below my house,which I hate.Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home from work and she saw me lying down on the bed with my Hello Kitty blanket over me.Unglam.&lt;br /&gt;When i went into the room,&lt;br /&gt;Doc: How old are you?Ten?&lt;br /&gt;ME:No,I'm 15.&lt;br /&gt;It was only that when I went out of the doctor,I realised the doc wrote on the wrong card,he wrote on NURSYAZWANI JAMIL's card.Went to the counter and clarified the matter with the clerk.And I was right,they wrote on the wrong card.Anyway,they said that I've never been there before.Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk talked and talked..&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: You got to Literature or not?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yea,I do malay lit.&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: You got do the book 'killing a mocking bird' or not?My daughter doing it ah.&lt;br /&gt;ME: (I told you im doing malay lit,Anak Laut. -_____-) - in my mind-&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: Which school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Bukit Panjang Govt, High.-i bet she doesnt know BP-&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: Waahh.Good school.Good school.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -no comments-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on MC.Hell yeah!No more 'never late or absent from school award like last year'&lt;br /&gt;Just now i suddenly woke up at 3 and i went like,I must do my homework.And i realised that i had MC.Like wth?&lt;br /&gt;Mum called me to check on me like twice already&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's no one online now.Currently I'm downloading some acoustics from Limewire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1181284457105005107?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1181284457105005107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1181284457105005107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/sup-yaall-went-to-friggin-clinic-right.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-7162712885820069525</id><published>2009-03-22T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:17:11.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my whole body is currently aching and there some ‘o-cheh’(blue black) on my palm and my leg feels like jelly. And, my ass? Don’t ask.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All these because I cycled from Sembawang to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;East Coast&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(28kilometers = 28000metres =     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 000 00centimetres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) from Friday midnight till 3.30am, Saturday morning. How cool is that? Not cool, I know. The estimated time we will reach &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Esat&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Coast&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was 5am but instead we reached so much earlier. Therefore from 3.30am to 6am we had to rest before morning prayers. Some were sleeping very unglam-ly but nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had problem with my gear therefore I cannot drive uphill properly. Bloody gears. Luckily they repaired my gears at the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; pit stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From Sembawang till AMK macs which is the1st PIT STOP.2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; PIT STOP at Marina Bay Esso. Though, it was quite a good experience. There were drunkards laughing really loudly and like swaying and teasing each other. Nightlife, clubs and everything. You don’t know what’s happening to the world when you’re asleep. Man, it was an eye-opener for me. Some were scary. But it’s the real world. Apart from that, I felt a sense of accomplishment when I completed 28 km. When you’re cycling you want to stop but when you’re stationary, you want to cycle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there was this hot dude with cool hair and hot tanned, toned, legs. He was the one cycling with my group. He was the one who helped me with my gears. He cheered everyone on to keep on going. Mainly, he is some hot guy with everything you can dream of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My whole impression of him totally changed when he too out a cigarette and started puffing away. Cummon man, you’re an athlete! SORE LOOSER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also made some friends like this 14 year old girl and this 24 year old girl. The 24 year old looked like 17.And my group facilitator, this dude called her darling. They’re married! Unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I learnt something extremly valuable from this event:                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not the athlete on the outside;  it's the competitor within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay I guess that’s all you need to know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, and I went to Kilice bday party just now. Me and atiqah felt awkward cas we’re the only two malays &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-_____________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7162712885820069525?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7162712885820069525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7162712885820069525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-my-whole-body-is-currently-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1297568450514790604</id><published>2009-03-20T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:02:57.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I look up to the people who keep on dancing&lt;br /&gt;even after the music has stopped, because those&lt;br /&gt;are the people who will keep on&lt;br /&gt;trying even after all hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1297568450514790604?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1297568450514790604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1297568450514790604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-look-up-to-people-who-keep-on-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3880509081271181854</id><published>2009-03-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:08:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sb6HibU-IAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O6WdhtNrFvU/s1600-h/untitledvgg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sb6HibU-IAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O6WdhtNrFvU/s320/untitledvgg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313833635864780802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3880509081271181854?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3880509081271181854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3880509081271181854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/Sb6HibU-IAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O6WdhtNrFvU/s72-c/untitledvgg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-2591871460470266497</id><published>2009-03-16T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:02:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day.Basketball was..no comments.But i felt stupid when i fell on the ground car i stepped on my own shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Then washed up in school before going to Raffles Institution.After that went to eat lunch at macs with zu,allisa and their 3L1 friend.Hui Yee i think.Gobbled up my McSpicy and fely the fire in my mouth as i rushed to the taxi stand where Nabilah and Atiqah picked me up.Headed to Bishan Mrt.Long ride.And the best thing is it cost me 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;There were yummy guys at RI.Oh yeah and something embarrassing happened in the examination room,luckily i was the only BPian there.Made some friends there cas if not im so not gonna survive.Truth is,I'm not good at making friends.Only when I know you,I'll crap if not I'll be like minding my own business.The test was quite alright but what's 'additives' in malay?Ah,nvm.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went out with the family for dinner.And I think the food was contaminated or sth.Therefore me and my momma had terrible stomachaches after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had religious class.Out of 25 people,7 turned out.And obviously I'm one of the seven.&lt;br /&gt;We had assembly and all of a sudden the K1 kids came and there like below my waist.Their faces were so the size of my palm.And they were running around.This lil kid who's leg was injured had to sit on the chair near the sec 3and4 students(like me) while her other friends sat in front cas the teacher claimed that they wont be able to see the screen.Oh wtv.And this lil kid ho was sitting on the chair suddenly burst into tears.She was right beside me and I stared into her face.If she was my sister,I would have slapped her face like long,long ago.I gad the urge to like strangle her and swing her to the chair.She'll be dead by then.That kid ran too her teacher soon enough before i could even do that.Lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for my cousin's bday party.Usual stuffs.Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad dropped us at VivoCity and after that he went to work.Shopped around a little.My momma was in a good mood today.Then Dad picked us up like 2 hours after that since his workplace was near Vivo.Ate lunch.then home.On the way home my sister slept very unglam-ly.Like omigosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;-sings ONLY ONE BY YELLOWCARD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2591871460470266497?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2591871460470266497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2591871460470266497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1208342780104250599</id><published>2009-03-08T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:54:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SbPpcbKgrkI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aGO1oVGYllA/s320/rubiks.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310845060137397826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart, i'll always be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1208342780104250599?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1208342780104250599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1208342780104250599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-ever-there-is-tomorrow-when-were-not.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SbPpcbKgrkI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aGO1oVGYllA/s72-c/rubiks.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-5906325976016968619</id><published>2009-03-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:59:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes when you’re mad with someone or have a really bad problem, don’t vent your anger on others. Don’t say no, I don’t do that. Cas who doesn’t? Being in this position. it makes me realize. You may not realize it but you’re actually hurting others when actually it’s not their fault. So, when you’re having a bad day, don’t show an ugly face and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;start shouting at others. They are having bad times too and you’re just making it worst. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This sounds pathetic. Or you might say that you know this and I don’t need to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong. But sometimes, we just tend to forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5906325976016968619?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5906325976016968619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5906325976016968619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-sometimes-when-youre-mad-with.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5172516958798696796</id><published>2009-03-02T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:41:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You might be wondering what with the blogskin..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm not a really big fan of Flyleaf (if you know them).&lt;br /&gt;Well I just think that the picture is really nice..all teh colour saturation and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever.I'm gonna do my bio research now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5172516958798696796?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5172516958798696796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5172516958798696796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-might-be-wondering-what-with.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3997650495227088859</id><published>2009-03-01T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:14:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like hello. (waiting for Photoshop to download for my O'Art homework)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been awhile since my last post, and i promise to post more when i've got more time.&lt;br /&gt;But i get home around 7-8 every day cos im so busy with nonsense and i've been so tired when i get back i'll finish my homework and  just fall onto my bed and go straight into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTs are over.Nothing to yay about cas the results will make you go boo. Or maybe as for me,I'll be chewing my skirt.My mp4 lasted 3 weeks without charging. That's a good thang.&lt;br /&gt;-Some msn friend(girl) sends a irritating message : CHECK OUT LIKE HOT GIRLS AT www.prettynakedgirls.com -&lt;br /&gt;Cummon,what they have is what i have,NO BIGGIE.&lt;br /&gt;I think the url is right cas i straight away clicked the red x.Oh ya and now you can copy the link and past at the url bar and go.And abandon my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who don't have dirty minds..you can continue reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;-AHA!PHOTOSHOP HAS FINISHED DOWNLOADING.I TOLD MY DAD THAT IT WILL TAKE 2 HOURS PLUS CAS OF THE FREAKING CONNECTION OF 10MBPS.BUT NOW IT TOOK LIKE LESS THAN 30 MINS?nvm im still gonna use the computer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the interjection.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had some Young imam workshop which were meant for guys but the teachers mad eus go too.Learnt some cool stuffs.DU-UH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;So seeyuh when i seeyuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.I am supposed to watch Slumdog millionare today,but its cancelled.Anw,its NC16.Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Pss. Anyone wanna study for MYE?lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone elses, we'd grab ours back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3997650495227088859?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3997650495227088859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3997650495227088859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-7172574149742774841</id><published>2009-02-20T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:54:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZ627z084mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DAk2bhhYPJU/s1600-h/z161103236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZ627z084mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DAk2bhhYPJU/s320/z161103236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304878549729862242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this week has been hectic.Tiring and sleepy everyday.For the first time in school,I slept.&lt;br /&gt;And it was during history.Yes,I know.The DM class.Lololitos says that I look scary when I want to close my eyes.Stupid things happen each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the week is:&lt;br /&gt;1) I swung my hand and it hit some Sec2 kid at the butt.And yes, he's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;2) I swung my hand (again) and it hit some teacher's -toot-.And yes, he's a guy too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're thinking that I'm taking advantage but no I'm not.But it was good experience though.&lt;br /&gt;3) West zone champs for the B'Div Girls.&lt;br /&gt;4) The trip to the Arts Museum just now was quite cool.There's some porn.Oh no, I mean nude art.There's this dance thingy which was so cool that me and Lololitos danced along with the models on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;5) I couldn't figure out what to write about during Eng CT just now.And as usual,I think I made the wrong inference for the SS.&lt;br /&gt;6) I think we were being very inconsiderate during the trip back to school from the museum just now,as we were singing rock songs and waving to people.And of course,we were laughing our asses out. Esp. Atiqah.At least there was no 45 minutes of still life drawing just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that my sister isn't studying now,she's asleep.Oh ya and she's right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I think I shall watch the AMERICAN IDOL repeat tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're young, you tell yourself things like, "Well, if it didn't work out, it wasn't meant to be," as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare, unique things and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells, doesn't mean you shouldn't at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you will survive and get over it doesn't mean you should let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After one year,you want us back? Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7172574149742774841?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7172574149742774841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7172574149742774841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/02/waddup-okay-this-week-has-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZ627z084mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DAk2bhhYPJU/s72-c/z161103236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-8993807351468289602</id><published>2009-02-15T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:25:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need an 8GB Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and all the best for the coming Common Tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Syazana with a fro&lt;/span&gt; SIGNING OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8993807351468289602?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8993807351468289602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8993807351468289602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-seriously-need-8gb-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-8569931644524584633</id><published>2009-02-15T02:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:53:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So school's been tiring, my schedule only allows me to be home at night, i havent seen my house in daylight in for weeks cos i leave before sunrise and come home after sundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a bomb. That's the main reason why i haven't posted for ages.Not really actually.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Training&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh forget it, i cant remember anything except for the fact i was really busy on friday.&lt;br /&gt;I had O'Art, Randai/Bangasawan/Opera melayu and the sajak discussion.Had only one training this week.And i miss my teamates.I miss playing under the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;I know its all BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGJDDJJDSDOEWW-BBQ i have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss LOLO's chipmunk-choke-on-nut voice and the KATE MOSS perfume during O'Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blog-hopping since like 10 mins ago.And it seems like JC Orientations are fun.It makes me more motivated to do well.Haha,just for the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit,Syazana,bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;I completed 2 homework today.Lots more to go.But i feel a sense of satisfaction.GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Common Tests on Friday.It's time.&lt;br /&gt;It shall be my first major exam with 3M2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;And happy belated valentines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when i seeyuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8569931644524584633?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8569931644524584633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8569931644524584633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-schools-been-tiring-my-schedule-only.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4415890849269846445</id><published>2009-02-11T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:48:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZLXJNvZntI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vpiiyfNhdNw/s1600-h/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZLXJNvZntI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vpiiyfNhdNw/s320/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301536264675761874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels when you're dead.But your soul is still lingering around.You try to talk to people,but they don't respond. You do stupid stuffs in front of them but they don't realize. You want them to know that you're sitting in class but in reality,your seat is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe when your friends dies,and you don't get to joke around with them or gossip around.Bugging each other during class, sharing food during recess. And when you're playing volleyball,you know that someone's missing.They won't update their blogs or be online on MSN. (quoted from Zu) I'm sure you're gonna miss him/her. What if it was your best friend and you didn't get a chance to say bye or ' ill meet you when i die',kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you had a crush on him/her and now he's/she's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts.I KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4415890849269846445?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4415890849269846445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4415890849269846445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-how-it-feels-when-youre-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SZLXJNvZntI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vpiiyfNhdNw/s72-c/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-6834505705864170655</id><published>2009-01-29T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:20:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mild depression is a &lt;i&gt;gradual &lt;/i&gt;and sometimes permanent thing that undermines people the way rust &lt;b&gt;weakens&lt;/b&gt; iron -- Like physical pain that becomes chronic, it is &lt;u&gt;miserable&lt;/u&gt; not so much because it is intolerable in the&lt;i&gt; moment &lt;/i&gt;as because it is intolerable to have&lt;b&gt; known &lt;/b&gt;it in the moments gone and to look forward only to knowing it in the moments to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;You don't &lt;strong&gt;always win&lt;/strong&gt; battles,&lt;br /&gt;but at least you &lt;em&gt;fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You're not &lt;u&gt;always right,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least you &lt;strong&gt;thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're not &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; going to &lt;em&gt;stand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sometimes you have &lt;strong&gt;to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But the&lt;u&gt; lessons&lt;/u&gt; you learn from this&lt;br /&gt;are the &lt;em&gt;best lessons&lt;/em&gt; of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I walked out of the door with pride and a sense of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-6834505705864170655?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6834505705864170655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/6834505705864170655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-dont-always-win-battles-but-at.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1824959499923366616</id><published>2009-01-25T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:19:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXtp1_ZLBbI/AAAAAAAAAic/anXzt-9mpxI/s1600-h/260835302_d26368e71b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXtp1_ZLBbI/AAAAAAAAAic/anXzt-9mpxI/s320/260835302_d26368e71b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294942163175146930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once you lose hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you start to lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,I didn't believe it.But after all this serious shit, I know. It was those days when each and everyone of us were supporting each other not to give up.Crossing fingers waiting for miracles will happen,if we wait long enough. And now, everyone knows that nothing is gonna change.Shits don't turn to flowers.Grass can't become sky.&lt;span&gt;Denial can be such a determined thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We block out everything, everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; that could make us see the truth.We wanted to be the better few,years back but now,we don't even want to part of them or have anything to do with them.The eight of us,we gave up.It was slow and enjoyable death,I'll say.Don't they have lethal injection?&lt;br /&gt;Boxer,the hardworking horse was eventually sent to the knackers in the end.&lt;br /&gt;On that fateful day, we tried to escape but failed.And we vomited everything out- not everything actually. With all those crying shits and what not.Hah, now,BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Promise after promise.Letdown after letdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The eight of them were drowning and eventually they swam up to the surface of water, to breathe. But even before they manage to get a breath,they were dunked all the way down by the others.They tried several times,and the whole vicious cycle repeats again.They are floating around aimlessly in the sea, strong currents pushing each and everyone of them around.As you are reading this,they are still in the sea, awaiting for their death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were one of them?&lt;br /&gt;What will their fate be? Let's wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1824959499923366616?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1824959499923366616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1824959499923366616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-you-lose-hope-you-start-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXtp1_ZLBbI/AAAAAAAAAic/anXzt-9mpxI/s72-c/260835302_d26368e71b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-1975227545104821955</id><published>2009-01-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:15:13.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXXayfQugpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HEA0QVjM-4k/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXXayfQugpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HEA0QVjM-4k/s320/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293377497963856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No,no the photographer wasn't shaking when she took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;And stop rubbing your eyes,wipe your specs or turning the monitor up,down.left and right.There's no problem with your eyes,I purposely edited the picture so that why it looks blurry.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my karangan and I'm friggin' tired.&lt;br /&gt;I have Sec 4 peribahasa to learn/memorize.&lt;br /&gt;Maths homework..GAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;And Readers' Digest worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;The best thang is,its 10pm now.I don't want to burn the midnight oil and then wake up at 5.30am and get ready for school and reach home at 7.30pm after training.And the whole cycle&lt;br /&gt;repeats again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh..'MITOCHONDRIA' SCHOOL! -replaces mitochondria with another word-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya RIBOSOMES,when I seeyuh,RIBOSOMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1975227545104821955?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1975227545104821955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1975227545104821955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/01/nono-photographer-wasnt-shaking-when.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SXXayfQugpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HEA0QVjM-4k/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-2076163325796245531</id><published>2009-01-18T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:30:46.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For 17 days i didn't update my blog.Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Since school reopened..&lt;br /&gt;Its like World War 1,everything is going bizarre and out of control.And the best part is..its only the second week of school.Looking at 2008,I wonder how survived that long.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is choked with all the things that happened last week,and I don't want to recall 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that the week is over.&lt;br /&gt;I shall do a questionare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you text message people?&lt;br /&gt;because i have something impt or urgent to tell/ask 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like receiving text messages?&lt;br /&gt;yessssss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a text message you have saved?&lt;br /&gt;"Its never too late." -Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like talking on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.Well actually it depends on who I'm talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better, a text message or a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone in your life right now that you feel like you could share anything with?&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh, like a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, does this person share theirs in return?&lt;br /&gt;hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe a feel good memory you have.&lt;br /&gt;there are wayyy too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you are looking forward to in the next 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;Malay O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you are looking forward to within the next 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep a journal?&lt;br /&gt;Yea,but I don't write in it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, who do you or who would you share it with?&lt;br /&gt;ohhh no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the last dream you remember.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, I went to the toilet and pee-d.Then I woke up and pee-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your favorite dream.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any addictions? If so, what?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like how, when, where, and with who you lost your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a teddy bear or something special?&lt;br /&gt;No.Only two pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate your computer?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you searching for something in life?&lt;br /&gt;purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when someone IMs, calls, texts or otherwise talks to you just to say hi or goodnight?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings? How many and where? Got any planned to get?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.Not planning to get any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos? How many and what are they of? Got any planned to get?&lt;br /&gt;No.But I like the art of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you like about your body.&lt;br /&gt;hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deep down fear?&lt;br /&gt;failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does your fear affect you life?&lt;br /&gt;I try to be brave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your worst memory?&lt;br /&gt;i have a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best memory?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, under the basketball hoop. 4th July 08 - Allisa's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;"truth is, everyone's gonna hurt you. you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you care about a lot?&lt;br /&gt;family. friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that person make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;ohh it changes constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite love song?&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you. katy perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sing that song, who do you think about?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you listen to when you are happy?&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you listen to when you are sad?&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your family?&lt;br /&gt;no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually the first to say sorry when you're in a fight, or the last?&lt;br /&gt;depends. if i know i'm wrong i will be the first to say sorry. if i feel like i've been wronged i won't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to draw a picture right now, what would you draw?&lt;br /&gt;a girl with mushroom-kinda-hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;MULAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of shampoo/conditioner do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Pantene.I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing someone could ever do to you?&lt;br /&gt;LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to?&lt;br /&gt;Wani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its boring..&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating often.And my post won't be as crazy as the previous ones.I need to learn how to be serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2076163325796245531?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2076163325796245531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2076163325796245531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-17-days-i-didnt-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-7236544856951257360</id><published>2009-01-01T21:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:54:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh freak,I don't know what to update about..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Except for the fact that i ate hotcakes for breakfast..lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned this past year. I’ve changed. I’ve grown. Maybe things do happen for a reason; maybe they don’t. But no matter what, they still happen. That’s what we need to remember. I learned to stop analyzing things, to just let them happen. And if I get hurt, or if something bad happens, then it happens. There’s nothing I can do to change that. I’ve learned to go with my gut, and that it’s okay to make mistakes because the ones that matter won’t care. I’ve learned that your friends can save you from your worst enemy – yourself. And, most importantly, I’ve learned that today is all we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time,read this.Its about a girl who has just gone through a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad but life has to go on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;We're "on a break."&lt;br /&gt;For no reason. It has to be his ex, I know it. I hung out with him all weekend, Saturday he gave me my Christmas present which was a Build-a-Bear dressed up like a little army guy, it was really cute and sad. So we had a great time all weekend and I left my iPod in his car last night, so I texted him at 4PM when I got home this afternoon (Sunday) and told him I left it there and he offered to bring it over. So he came over and was being all cute and we were talking about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So, last night (Saturday) his ex texted him because she "wanted to be cool." So he was like "Okay, whatever that's fine. We're cool." And she kept texting him and she was like "I still love you I want you back." And he was honest with me and showed me even though I didn't even ask what she said. And he said that he told her they were gonna talk tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So he kisses me goodbye, then I talk to him later on facebook and everything is normal. And I was like "Did you talk to her?" And he was like "Yeah, we just talked about how things have changed or whatever."&lt;br /&gt;Then like an hour later he randomly texts me and this is what he says:&lt;br /&gt;"don't be mad but i think we need to go on a break. i got so much shit going on in my head right now i need to get stuff straight."&lt;br /&gt;OVER TEXT. COOL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;So I text back and this is how the rest of the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;me: "seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;him: "yeah i'm really sorry i just got a lot of shit to think about."&lt;br /&gt;me: "like...jamie?" (his ex.)&lt;br /&gt;him: "a little but is mostly me and the army and everything else."&lt;br /&gt;me: "this is completely outta the blue."&lt;br /&gt;him: "not really i've been thinking for a few days now. but it has nothing to do with you i still like you. i just got some stuff to sort out."&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm just like fuck this, this is not for text. At least a phone conversation because its not really a good time to like randomly meet at 9PM on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So I call him and I'm like, "So what's going on?" And basically he says that he's confused and we rushed into things cuz we went from being best friends to not talking and then suddenly dating.&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't say, but I have a small conflict with:&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who expressed his feelings for me. My exact words were that I DID NOT WANT TO RUSH INTO ANYTHING, and that we should start being close friends again before anything happens. He agrees. And we want to keep it quiet especially from his ex because they had broken up a week ago at this point.&lt;br /&gt;She finds out Monday. On Tuesday we were sitting in the cafeteria in the morning and one of our mutual friends randomly asks him "Hey, are you guys dating?" He says yes without us ever having that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I get to first period and text him, "So we're dating now?"&lt;br /&gt;him: "yeah."&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh, okay. we never had that conversation really."&lt;br /&gt;him: "oh, well are you okay with that."&lt;br /&gt;me: "yeah i guess. :) "&lt;br /&gt;him: "okay good :)"&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;He rushes into things, we hung out everyday this week after school except Wednesday because I had a riding lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;He sends me texts that say stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;"You are all that matters to me."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm crazy for you."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so happy. You don't even know how happy I am." (he means with me, we were having a conversation about it.)&lt;br /&gt;About his ex girlfriend: "But we can't let her intimidate us. She is just pissed off that I moved on and she can't. She just needs to get over it and realize that I'm much happier than I ever was with her."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna come home and see my baby with someone else." (he means from the army.)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm just telling you the truth. You make me happy just being with you. I've never had as much fun doing nothing with anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;"Me too I'm so happy right now its not even funny. I missed you so much and now I'm happy that I have you back."&lt;br /&gt;And those are all quoted. Because they are saved on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I go from a cycle of being really upset to really confused to really fucking pissed to not caring at all, back to upset.&lt;br /&gt;And it just keeps going round and round and round.&lt;br /&gt;I told him on the phone that if he wants to be with his ex to go for it, but I'm not gonna have anything to do with him then. And I told him I'm not the kinda girl that is on and off with a guy every 3 days, like the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FUCKING LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect, this weekend was perfect, everything. Until 8:05 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-7236544856951257360?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7236544856951257360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/7236544856951257360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2009/01/firstly-i-ripped-pic-from.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2199974868121701862</id><published>2008-12-25T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:16:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for the movie Wild Child to buffer,so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been quite a long time since I last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I went the the Megatex sale at expo.Cheap tech stuffs.Flat screen televisions for $799.Pretty good deal.What more you get $400 worth of Taka and NTUC vouchers etc.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like that promoter dude.Fine, I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the highlight of the day was that my momma bought a red DELL lappy.AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see,now&lt;br /&gt;My dad will be on his laptop everynight.(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for my momma too.&lt;br /&gt;I get to use the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my sister shall watch the television.She can watch Phineas and Ferb for all she care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a metro sale.Usual stuffs,lingerie,household needs.And there's the crocs sale.AHHH.I want one but my momma claims the the ballerina sucks,cas you will get blisters and all.The part that hurts the most was that, the usual price is 70 dollars and it was going at $25.The queue was freaking long and this woman suddenly appeared in front of me,yes she was cutting the queue.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this toddler who came in between my dad and my sister while they were choosing some stuffs.That kid actually grabbed my sister's butt.&lt;br /&gt;Luckilly it's not mine or else I'll elbow and pin her to the ground and she's most probably dead by now.Or maybe I'll be nice..I'll just break her arm,one will do.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now,trying to install the freaking wireless adapter which isn't working.You guessed it,I GAVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,people continue sucking your candy canes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;(I shall not wish you people merry xmas,since its 0015 now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2199974868121701862?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2199974868121701862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2199974868121701862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-waiting-for-movie-wild-child-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5651472120899808463</id><published>2008-12-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:48:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SINGAPORE 0&lt;br /&gt;VIETNAM 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.Bloddy Vietnam no. 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5651472120899808463?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5651472120899808463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5651472120899808463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-0-vietnam-1-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-9101792617445943284</id><published>2008-12-18T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:09:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you are currently rolling your eyes at my blog title.&lt;br /&gt;But, I felt sick of the picture.So I changed.Its black.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a clock,I don't know why I put it there.Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;And the song is gone.I might be changing soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-9101792617445943284?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9101792617445943284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9101792617445943284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-you-are-rolling-your-eyes-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-5575351646356952681</id><published>2008-12-17T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:26:52.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg,we watched twilight today.&lt;br /&gt;And it was awwwesommmeeee.(exaggerating enough?)&lt;br /&gt;The Cullens were like hot.You seriously need to watch it.Edward was scary,he looked like he dipped his face in flour and his lips were blood red.I bet the director forced him to eat chillies before he started acting.And look out for Emmett.He's mine.AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkRzVwswI/AAAAAAAAAfs/j44YuVqKYFo/s1600-h/3023402953_d058c32b8e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkRzVwswI/AAAAAAAAAfs/j44YuVqKYFo/s320/3023402953_d058c32b8e_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440082605585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkRkzwaDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q43YDyjthLY/s1600-h/3023402629_cc5f3f446c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkRkzwaDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q43YDyjthLY/s320/3023402629_cc5f3f446c_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440078704863282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkSNja0CI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ErnhycD5lkw/s1600-h/3024231246_18ab96e632_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkSNja0CI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ErnhycD5lkw/s320/3024231246_18ab96e632_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280440089642192930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can someone tell me what he's trying to do?My blog is going to be flagged or turned to NC16 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfjBFYlh7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/9rQ1a2aTmM8/s1600-h/3010006213_ffb9119082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfjBFYlh7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/9rQ1a2aTmM8/s320/3010006213_ffb9119082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280438695879870386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ocus on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;half-naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; one.That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emmett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan Lutz,Kellan Lutz.Kellan Lutz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-5575351646356952681?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5575351646356952681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/5575351646356952681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/zomgwe-watched-twilight-today.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUfkRzVwswI/AAAAAAAAAfs/j44YuVqKYFo/s72-c/3023402953_d058c32b8e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-8697622055593884997</id><published>2008-12-15T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:19:35.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAMP RECAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hello.My previous post is like last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh ya,my voice is back.Not everything,but at least you can hear me pretty well and you don't have to stand at least 30cm away from me to hear me.Must be the peanut butter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set out of my house at like 5.52am and met the others,at 6.45am at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCK&lt;/span&gt; Control Station.Felt like and idiot in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; and old uncles and aunties staring at me from head to toe for like a mere 6 seconds.And another 3 seconds looking at my haversack.I looked like I was setting off for Padang again,since I dumped my sleeping bag and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minnie&lt;/span&gt;-mouse pillow into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt;,and had breakfast.The others came and Eileen was with her trolley bag.She looked like she's going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; to stock up food,like those old aunties.She starts complaining how she can't get her trolley bag out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported to school looking like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tortoises&lt;/span&gt; who lost their mums.We had to assemble in our groups.I was in group two-two/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fara&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kailing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have pails.So Coach gave us 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to ask someone to bring a damn pail for us.&lt;br /&gt;I was even thinking to run to the nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; flat,and knock at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; door and ask for a pail.So,we ended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; borrowing from the cleaners,I think thy were eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; or something,then.&lt;br /&gt;We had to draw some tasks,and we got the VINCENT one.That's the best out of everything,act like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vincent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,training.Friendly match.&lt;br /&gt;Games were quad-crossing and the pail-pail thingy.We were first for quad-crossing.The part where two people,had to bite the two ends of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;POCKY&lt;/span&gt;, and walk.Yes,walk.If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;POCKY&lt;/span&gt; breaks,you will be given another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pocky&lt;/span&gt;.If you bite it,the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pocky&lt;/span&gt; will become shorter and thus your lips will be nearer.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;,I'm so long winded.&lt;br /&gt;We did forfeit,which was make up.They used pink lipstick for blusher.And the people who will make us up are seniors and coaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I look.It takes courage to let others to make up for you.Esp,COACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYAxB54I/AAAAAAAAAfE/_JJEl9CqDZA/s1600-h/DSC04743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYAxB54I/AAAAAAAAAfE/_JJEl9CqDZA/s320/DSC04743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279875040312158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYia1DLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CTOGv6iVo40/s1600-h/DSC04744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYia1DLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CTOGv6iVo40/s320/DSC04744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279875049345846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYnnDGhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/R6F-9XqJpHo/s1600-h/DSC04746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYnnDGhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/R6F-9XqJpHo/s320/DSC04746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279875050739276306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;America's&lt;/span&gt; next top model(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At night,we had Ghost hunt.I think our group has the least number of people who were scared.We didn't hold hands or anything.No one screamed.We just walk through the hallways as if it was noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran up and down the stairs.I just followed the others.I still can;t figure out the school building.Everything looks the same.Fara has a good sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;We heard screams from other groups.Nobody disturbed us,except for Mr Thomas,he went "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;RAAWRRR&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And i went "Thank you,"&lt;br /&gt;Fara went "for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water parade,everyone had to gulp down 500ml of water and I was last.I'm not used to drinking plain water in the morning before breakfast,so yea.But, I managed to finish it anyway. Physical training in the morning.6am and we were doing jumping jacks.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was peanut butter.Then we had a peanut butter game.The group had to eat 10 pieces of bread,spread with peanut butter, and its not Skippy or anything.Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;PETERPAN&lt;/span&gt;.We finished the 10 pieces in 6min++.Which was SECOND.I chewed the freaking bread for like 50 times and its still doesn't want to go into my gullet/oesophagus/throat .I told Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hao&lt;/span&gt;.And he didn't say anything except for laughing his ass out.&lt;br /&gt;That very fateful day, I ate 9-10 pieces of Peanut butter spread.Imagine peanut butter in your gums?I know you like it.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was a peanut butter addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Allisa&lt;/span&gt; says we will all end up probably shitting peanut butter.Imagine peanut butter shooting out of your butt,and it makes the "tong,tong,tong" sound.&lt;br /&gt;We bought dinner for the others and then wash up and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task presentation.I acted as JunHao as I had a really bad sore throat.Since,Jun Hao doesn't talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips copy Jun Hao,nod to everything anyone says and just scratch you head to make the I-AM-BLUR look more convincing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything came to an end.We went home,only leaving memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;Only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-8697622055593884997?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8697622055593884997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/8697622055593884997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/camp-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SUXiYAxB54I/AAAAAAAAAfE/_JJEl9CqDZA/s72-c/DSC04743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4911709400030266594</id><published>2008-12-09T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:46:34.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ST1cz9xEH6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/vEXAO91yT0k/s1600-h/aaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ST1cz9xEH6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/vEXAO91yT0k/s320/aaaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476386171527074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pink stuff is something that you dont have to know.&lt;br /&gt;GET this magazine..$5.50&lt;br /&gt;Support the hottie in the pic.She's being nominated hottie of the Year.While stocks last.And get you free gift,-daging korban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So fail. Be bad at things. Be embarrassed. Be afraid. Be vulnerable. Go out on a limb or two or twelve and you will fall and it'll hurt..but the harder you fall, the farther you will rise. The louder you fall, the clearer your future becomes. Failure is a gift, welcome it. There are people who spend their whole lives wondering how they became the people they became. How certain chances pass them by, why they didn't take the roads less traveled. Those people aren't you. You have front row seats to your own transformation, and in transforming yourself, you might even transform the world, and it will be electric and i promise it will be terrifying. Embrace that; embrace the new person you're becoming. This is your moment. I promise you, it is now. Now, not two minutes from now, not tomorrow, but really now. Own that; know that deep in your bones and go to sleep every night knowing that. Wake up every morning remembering that and then.. keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life knocks you down, try to land on your back.  Because if you can look up, you can get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4911709400030266594?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4911709400030266594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4911709400030266594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/ST1cz9xEH6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/vEXAO91yT0k/s72-c/aaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4361357731419428176</id><published>2008-12-05T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:02:00.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am slow,but I just created a Facebook acc.It is so much better than Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;So,if you got an acc too, add me up.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts.I'm not in the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4361357731419428176?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4361357731419428176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4361357731419428176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-578699859783312237</id><published>2008-12-04T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:08:12.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I FRIGGIN' KNEW IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-578699859783312237?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/578699859783312237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/578699859783312237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-friggin-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4758281433359619161</id><published>2008-12-03T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:55:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I uploaded the PADANG pics to my multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Check it out.(click on link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dungivemeadamn.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dungivemeadamn.multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4758281433359619161?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4758281433359619161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4758281433359619161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3477458814481418563</id><published>2008-11-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:59:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nursyazwani bte Jamil&lt;div id="item_body"&gt;I felt very happy when my teachers selected me for the trip as I had never been to Sydney before. Not only that, I felt proud to be one of the few selected pupils. I felt even happier when my parents allowed me to go for the trip and thanked them continuously. I have bought all the things that I need for the trip and hope to learn all about the custom and culture in Australia. However, I do feel a little sad as I am leaving my beloved parents and sister for nine days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my sister wrote on the wellingtonsydney blog..&lt;br /&gt;awww at the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3477458814481418563?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3477458814481418563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3477458814481418563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/nursyazwani-bte-jamil-i-felt-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3651694914283975778</id><published>2008-11-28T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:46:16.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SS-vpQGHU6I/AAAAAAAAAec/X35BqGF_iBA/s1600-h/z171377793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SS-vpQGHU6I/AAAAAAAAAec/X35BqGF_iBA/s320/z171377793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273626811904250786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would the seven-year-old you be proud of who you are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3651694914283975778?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3651694914283975778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3651694914283975778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-seven-year-old-you-be-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SS-vpQGHU6I/AAAAAAAAAec/X35BqGF_iBA/s72-c/z171377793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4555979714465474102</id><published>2008-11-28T15:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:39:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; she's off to Sydney,Australia. Bye wani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you reach home  safely on 7 Dec.She's still on the friggin' plane (SQ19) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to fight who to sit where at the backseat of the car again.Though i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Now,there's no one in the room except me.If she was here,she would be nosing around.&lt;br /&gt;No one's sleeping below me every night again.No more playing hair dressing,soft toys(we act like they are our babies), doctor and patient,cars. zOMg,i can't believe i play those things with her.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,no more fighting for the remote control.She always wants to watch Disney Channel whenever I want to watch movies.But I can;t deny that I watch Totally Spies,American Dragon:Jake Long,iCarly,Mickey Mouse,Chip and Dale-Rescue Rangers,the monster busters club,Mr Bean the animated series with her ..i think i'm naming all the programmes shown on Disney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes a pic of my last hair dressing session with her,before she flew..&lt;br /&gt;You have to see this.I'll pay for your funeral if you die of heart attack after you see this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pictures deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She practically took the whole box of hair clips and start pinning them onto my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,are you dead yet?No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some extreme drawings of me made by my sister.My hair looks like a brain yea?Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pictures deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON A LAST NOTE,I'LL BE IN BUKIT TINGGI,PADANG FROM 29 NOV TILL 2 DEC.&lt;br /&gt;SO,SEEYUH WHEN I SEEYUH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, lindungilah kami dari segala bencana.Semoga kami pergi dan pulang dengan selamat.Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4555979714465474102?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4555979714465474102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4555979714465474102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-off-sydneyaustralia.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-3913005435324440691</id><published>2008-11-26T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:15:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from Mr.Michael Peacock.I almost screamed.&lt;br /&gt;But when i opened it,it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Your appeal has been received.The results of the appeal will be released sometime after 24th Nov."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luckily,i didn't scream.&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Teng says Mr Peacock is slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-3913005435324440691?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3913005435324440691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/3913005435324440691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-4958490586803182969</id><published>2008-11-25T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:07:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training in the new school today.My,my..every corner you go,everything looks the same.And the colours..an EYESORE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that's just part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Explored the whole school.There's only one pathetic dustbin anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the volleyball court is near the PIE.So,during water breaks I 'welcomed' the cars and lorries of course into the PIE.Or I think the Old Chua Chu Kang Road and the Sungai Tengah Road.&lt;br /&gt;Waved at the uncle in the lorries..out of so many,one stared at me.YAY.Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;We also waved and said hello to that man who was trimming/cutting(you get what i mean) the grass.He was shocked,but well he waved back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know whether the appeal results are out already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;nose hurts - sunburn&lt;/span&gt;.Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4958490586803182969?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4958490586803182969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4958490586803182969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1410994304664942307</id><published>2008-11-24T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:34:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Permanent - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my broken promise that you’ll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won’t go away today&lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;When no one’s there to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary&lt;br /&gt;rest your head&lt;br /&gt;I’m permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he’s living in hell every single day&lt;br /&gt;And so I ask oh God is there some way for me to take his place&lt;br /&gt;And when they say it’s all touch and go&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make it go away&lt;br /&gt;But still you say&lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;when no one’s there to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;When all you know seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;and everything is temporary,&lt;br /&gt;rest your head&lt;br /&gt;I’m permanent&lt;br /&gt;I’m permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the moment where I look you in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my promise that you’ll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/moving%20emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i147/cellspics/Moving%20Pictures/Emoticons/Animals/Panda/thpandawakaka.gif" alt="Yelling Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1410994304664942307?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1410994304664942307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1410994304664942307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/permanent-david-cook-is-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-2713328892105276149</id><published>2008-11-20T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:27:03.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SSUsvKbHCAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tA0AJJD5RFc/s1600-h/Collage_Sweet_life_with_legs_by_BECHABESNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SSUsvKbHCAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tA0AJJD5RFc/s320/Collage_Sweet_life_with_legs_by_BECHABESNA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270668127670568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I DELETED SOME SONGS, JUST TO SQUEEZE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PUSSYCATDOLLS-DOLL DOMINATION ALBUM(2008) AND DAVID COOK'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALBUM IN.YAY.&lt;br /&gt;DAVID COOK'S DOWNLOADING:99.8% it seems like this is taking forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-2713328892105276149?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2713328892105276149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/2713328892105276149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-deleted-some-songs-just-to-squeeze.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UujJ8XUyrc/SSUsvKbHCAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tA0AJJD5RFc/s72-c/Collage_Sweet_life_with_legs_by_BECHABESNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015473111055398473.post-4670487795541915984</id><published>2008-11-18T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:54:55.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this:&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen when you hate HSM3 a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Kids, don't use these words at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The scene where zac just sang a song called scream and had danced his skinny ass into the theatre stage where the darvy fella just so happened to be at like, midnight. pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Darvy: Troy, are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;Zac: What the hell bitch i just sang a song called scream and you're asking me if im alright? Course im not alright dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Darvy: To tell you the truth troy, im the one who sent in the application for juliard's university.&lt;br /&gt;Zac: Oh you bastard. You're the reason why im so confused now. You're the reason why i sang that bloody song scream in the first place. you ruined my life bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The scene of the prom where zac someohow manages to teleport thousands of miles to where vanessa is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac: My prom is wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Dude what the hell, how'd you just drive 10 thousand miles in a truck cross country in like, half an hour? This shit takes days dude. You've got some vodoo or shit dont you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude can be the script-writer for HSM4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-4670487795541915984?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4670487795541915984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/4670487795541915984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/found-this-this-is-what-happen-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-9051719980107647945</id><published>2008-11-18T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:27:34.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z53205189.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc343/mcbrown-/z53205189.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; what makes you strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-9051719980107647945?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9051719980107647945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/9051719980107647945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyone-can-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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-7015473111055398473.post-1775248361520871364</id><published>2008-11-16T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:04:10.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Read some quotes..and I found this.Dedicated to every woman who wants to find love.&lt;br /&gt;What you &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt;, what you deserve, is a guy who &lt;em&gt;adores&lt;/em&gt; you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a &lt;u&gt;prize&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-start-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pathetic except for the religious class exams though.I think I'm gonna screw up Hadith.Wait,I already screw it up.surprisingly, Arab was doable.fine,I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,when I woke up,Dad's gone.To where?Bowling.&lt;br /&gt;So,we (me and my fugly sister) had to follow Mum to the market.The last time I went to the market was like,2 months ago? Ate breakfast, at some random coffee shop and then, followed my Mum to the wet market.OMGJFJFJEJHEEH.&lt;br /&gt;Saw something, and I can't get the image outta my head.Its nose.There were some hair on its face.AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Then, mum bought some crabs.She wants to cook it for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came home with a bag full of chocolate.I don't know there is this thing like:&lt;br /&gt;You strike and I'll give you some chocolates.That kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuh when I seeyuh.Dinner's waiting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7015473111055398473-1775248361520871364?l=dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1775248361520871364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7015473111055398473/posts/default/1775248361520871364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dungivemeadamn.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-you-need-what-you-deserve-is-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>syazana</name><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>
