<?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-6638374</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:32:25.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108897402362032609</id><published>2004-07-05T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T04:49:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaks vs G&lt;B&gt;r&lt;/B&gt;eeks. A thousand and one reasons to why i hate &lt;B&gt;the Underdogs&lt;/B&gt;. Sheesh. And why the hell was Nuno substituted late? Argh. Was chatting with Jalil when that Charisteas[sp? fuck i don't care] scored from the corner kick. BABI MACAM SIAL! Nyahaha. Arghhh that corner could have been avoided and even though Portugal did many corner kicks, satu pun tak masok sia. Tsk tsk. And i swear i really really hate the Underdog's goalkeeper like &lt;B&gt;WTS&lt;/B&gt;. And ohmygod *points* what is up with C.Ronaldo? Any chance the ball can get any higher and higher over the goal post? And &lt;B&gt;HAHA&lt;/B&gt; there's a fan coming right to the middle of the field, with the flag and he threw it at Figo's face. Ohmygod. And his face expression was hard. And so much for &lt;B&gt;GO PORTUGAL&lt;/B&gt;. SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;AND OHMYGOD. &lt;B&gt;C.Ronaldo, Pauleta, the Portugal's PM and Nuno Gomes also cried&lt;/B&gt;. *sadness suddenly overcomes me* PORTUGAL! HOW COME?! SO SAD LAHHHHHHHHH. I never thought it could end this way. I feel like crying along too.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, i am proud of Portugal. No matter what happens[it depends though].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108897402362032609?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108897402362032609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108897402362032609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108897402362032609' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108885779420322903</id><published>2004-07-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T20:43:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping @ Town with Shahrina tadi. Bought a pair of shoes which were on sale and a pair of earrings. Then saw Hairul at Far East with these 2 girls, messaged him to confirm that's him. Blah blah blah... Mwahahhaa. Then like, Hanafee too the same bus as me. -_- &lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates* PORTUGAL TOMORROW! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Rapid Hope Loss by D.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108885779420322903?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108885779420322903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108885779420322903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108885779420322903' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108876767502041746</id><published>2004-07-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:40:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What in the name of Zeus is happening at Euro 2004? *smirks* Familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;OHMYGOD. EURO 2004 ENDING SOON!&lt;/B&gt; *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days i'm unhappy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1st.&lt;/B&gt; I woke up for the 2nd half of the game, frustrated to find out that Czech has YET to score a goal. Jeez. And there i was, sitting right infront of the damn tv while searching for Nedved on the field when like, after 20 minutes, the camera zoomed at him, sitting at the bench, with his jacket on. *bored look* But otherwise, there's BAROS! Mwahaha. Stoopid Greece yah. I didn't expect them to win okay. That stoopid corner kick could have been avoided and Baros and Koller could have scored many-many successfull goals[tendangan] if not for their carelessness. Okay i admit it. I am SO unhappy about this. &lt;B&gt;Dad was so bising during the match, like he kept shouting "Alamak lagi sikit ah[when Baros aimed but missed the goal] or when Koller header but missed. And he'll go "Baik lah ni Baros. Pandai tackle bola ah."&lt;/B&gt; *beams* Banyak kali you, he puji-puji Baros.&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight: I really really am supporting Portugal cos i want them to kalahkan Greece. Am SO gonna watch the match for the sake of the finals. Am thinking of ton-ning with Shahrina to watch the match live @ some place. Hurhurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;2nd.&lt;/B&gt; Malay Oral Examinations today. Enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;So to summarise it all, I AM SUPPORTING THE HELL OUTTA PORTUGAL! And yes. The best match[es] i've ever seen for Euro this year was &lt;B&gt;Germany VS Latvia&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;Portugal vs England&lt;/B&gt;[mwahahaha. BECKHAM.], &lt;B&gt;Holland VS Portugal&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;Czech vs Denmark&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Sweden Vs Holland&lt;/B&gt;. Alah senang-senang, all those yang during qualifying rounds.&lt;br /&gt;AIN! Jeng jeng jeng. MAKE SURE PORTUGAL WINS AH! MAKE SURE YOUR PREDICTION IS CORRECT THIS TIME. If they don't win ah, i dunno what to say ALREADY! &lt;br /&gt;Deco *hurs* C.Ronaldo *hurr* Pauleta *hurrss* Postiga *hurrrsss* Simao *hurrsss dan sewaktu dengannya* &lt;br /&gt;Okay i siao-siao already. Football season mah. What to do kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Untitled by Finch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108876767502041746?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108876767502041746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108876767502041746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108876767502041746' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108868822855764762</id><published>2004-07-01T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:28:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To tell you the truth, i was secretly supporting the Orange/Dutch/Holland in the morning just now. &lt;br /&gt;So yes. Oral examination for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;AND YES! CZECH TOMORROW! YEEEEEHA. *jumps up and down* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Some nyonya singing lagu Cina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108868822855764762?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108868822855764762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108868822855764762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868822855764762' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108860355305364181</id><published>2004-06-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T21:52:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up call for tomorrow: 3.50am.&lt;br /&gt;GOT BOLLLLLLLLLLLLL-LAAAAAA. Must watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108860355305364181?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108860355305364181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108860355305364181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108860355305364181' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108859739663817524</id><published>2004-06-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:19:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abandoning my Maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;So you've heard the news. Singapore was hit with a blackout affecting most areas, including MINE, Sengkang. *smirks* I was watching Smallville when suddenly the lights went off, thinking it was the fusebox cari pasal in my house when suddenly i noticed the block facing my living room was dark. OHMYGOD. Major blackout hitting Singapore! *screams* Heh damn fun yah. Bro and Mom panicked and went searching for the torchlight in the dark and i made my way[which i bumped with the iron board] to my Mom's room. So we three just sat there, with no fan and darkness surrounding us. So like, i managed to take a look at the window and there's like &lt;B&gt; light coming from the torch being shine on the walls of the blocks and people actually shouting HOOORAY or making ghostly noises AND at the same time, strolling at their corridor.&lt;/B&gt; Seriously. Damn right it was fun! Darkness=cool. Then suddenly i got the shock of my life when suddenly my phone rang and Bro answered it, and it was from Ain, saying her area was hit too. Tsk tsk, haha so then we went frantically messaging my dear cuzzin plus my friends too. Pasir Ris tak kena hit. Ishhh. Wasted. It wasn't long until after like, 20 minutes, our lights went back on and yeah. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;I had my P.E today. Was sorted into the "Floorball" category for the elective program and i kinda feel glad i wasn't tendang-ed to either netball or badminton. Netball is just not my type. So i volunteered myself to be the Attacker for the team. We're told that we'll be having our practice before having a match with our opponent. *sigh* Seriously i really really WANT to play.&lt;br /&gt;So then went home with Shahrina and Hazwani[as always] and on board was this 2 Victoria guys. They sat infront of us and 1 of them is actually a Malay. So then, something hit me. They looked kinda familiar and you bet they do! It has something to do with chocolate's smell. So then Shahrina went "Eh chocolate lagi ah" cos they both were eating chocolate. I mean, i couldn't help myself but said "Eh a ah sey. Kinder bueno lak tu!" I guess i kinda said it out loud[my voice is loud anyway] that one of &lt;B&gt;the&lt;/B&gt; guy, the &lt;B&gt;malay Victoria guy&lt;/B&gt;, turned and looked at us, with his chocolate in hand, asking "Sape2 nak?" Ohmygod you SO know me. That moment when he finished his sentence i just blurted out a "YES" that shocked Shahrina cos she was sitting infront of me. Duh. And he gave it to ME *beams* saying, "Nah, habiskan K"! with his SWEETEST smile. Mwahaha. No, i didn't cair BUT i ate his chocolate though. And i said thanks.&lt;br /&gt;So then when he alighted, i shouted a "Eh thanks for the chocolate" and he turned and replied a "Welcome".&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Damage Control by Red Tape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108859739663817524?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108859739663817524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108859739663817524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859739663817524' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108833958795283769</id><published>2004-06-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:37:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Updates:&lt;/B&gt; GO HOLLAND! And today, went to town, witnessed a fight in the train and saw Kris Dayanti in Town! And i attended a HipHop fest, or something like that. *shrieks* So okay. Updates on each of the events yah? Okay go.&lt;br /&gt;HOLLAND rocks my socks! Hell yeah. The audience for yesterday's match was me, my sister[she was wide awake] and my Dad. The match was boooooooooring before the penalty shootout. And oh yes. G. Van Bronkchost[sp?] was gooood plus Nistelrooy too. I was like, biting my nails and holding my breath when they took the penalty thingy and OHMYGOD! Haha another "David Bechkam" from Sweden. Bleah. And YES! I was so fucking happy when the Dutch's goalkeeper managed to save Sweden's captain's kick! And yeah baby. Luck was on Holland yesterday. GO CZECH for today.&lt;br /&gt;And yay! I did a bet yesterday with Farhan[s]. One Farhan teaching me main drums[entah betul ke tidak] and the other Farhan blanjering me Starbucks! Mwahaha. Okay best.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Met Shahrina at Pasir Ris Mrt Station. Saw Indrawan, Azri and their friend too. And Shahid plus Hairie too. Heading to the gig@substation i guess. AND OHMYGOD! &lt;B&gt;WE WITNESSED A FIGHT&lt;/B&gt;! Okay it started out like this. We were sitting at the very last cabin when to my right, i saw this guy in pink shirt, standing up from his seat and tolak-menolak this Malay guy in blue[who looks like Rafiee]. And before I know it, the pink guy started hitting the Blue guy and WHAM! The pink guy repeatedly hit the blue guy and the passengers around the area started to move away, takut terkena dorang lah. Then suddenly, they moved at ohmygod, they both landed on the floor, infront of where me and Shahrina were sitting. I was dumbfounded, shocked, scared at the same times, looking at those two hitting each other. Obviously the pink guy was brutal cos the blue guy tried to defend himself. And i tarik Shahrina away and we moved further to the back area. And the fight just keep on going, i tell you. It was... damn, it happened right infront of my eyes! Some of the Malay guys onboard tried to stop the fight but unfortunately to no avail. I mean, the whole lot of us were just practically staring at the commotion okay. Then suddenly got this Pakcik approached both of them and tried to console the pink guy but he just kept on maki-hamun the blue guy. Then when he quietened down, he told what happened: &lt;B&gt;The Blue guy kicked his feet once, and he just brushed it off. For the 2nd time it happened, the pink guy ignored it again and i guess he couldn't take it when the blue guy kicked his feet for the 3rd time&lt;/B&gt;. I guess that's how it goes. Then the Pakcik managed to baca-baca some doa i think and the wife was like, "Ya Allah Baris! Baris mari sini! Degil lah orang tua ni." Haha that was funny. Then the Pink guy went &lt;B&gt;"Malam ni, jumpa aku kol lapan kat Geylang Lorong 16."&lt;/B&gt; He went threatening the Blue guy to turn up and he will wait for him and kalau tidak, i guess something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;So then dah sampai City Hall, i dragged Shahrina out cos we thought of alighting at Raffles at first but after all the commotion. Eventually, the Pink Guy also alighted at City Hall but not the Blue guy. The Blue guy was with his matair and her friend. Bleah. Seriously. The matair and her friend did nothing but just watched the fight helplessly. And guess what happened? The Pink guy masok balik the train, dragged the Blue guy out, with his matair following, brought him to the last cabin for the NS-line and bashed him up. I swear. The next thing i knew, The Blue guy was walking right past me, exiting the station with his matair AND the pink guy trailing behind him, &lt;B&gt;with blood on his forehead&lt;/B&gt; *mengucap* Everybody was shocked.  And then i dunno what happened next. No surprises that budak2 punk + rudies were around the area too, and they just saw the damn whole thing without doing anything. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;So then along they way to town, all me and Shahrina ever talked about was the fight that happened. We were shocked, i tell you. Seriously. So then jalan-jalan at Far East, Heeren and then we bumped into &lt;B&gt;Kris Dayanti!&lt;/B&gt; Major jambu-ness. With short hair, totally suits her sia. She wwas with her family i guess.  (=&lt;br /&gt;Then Shahrina dragged me to attend the HipHop thingy. A streetfest or something. It was kinda boring but hey, there was a lot of hiphoppers plus RnB-ers[is there such a thang] around. Handsome-handsome also have yahhhh. Many-many. The best thing about it was the dance performed by this group with this little kid too. Major lawah-ness sia the dance steps, i like! And i also saw my ex-primary schoolmate and also my ngaji friend! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;We blah-ed around 7pm. So now i'm here!&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn long is my entry. Okay i'm beat and off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; This Photograph is Proof [I know you know] by TBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108833958795283769?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108833958795283769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108833958795283769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108833958795283769' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108824954460471603</id><published>2004-06-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T19:32:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH YES. So France is out! OUT OUT OUT! Bummer. Kinda expected them to win but oh, i guess they deserve the chance. But never mind. So anyway, Holland vs Sweden tonight. Hope the Orange wins yahh.&lt;br /&gt;And YES! I must SO GRAB Spiderman's 2 Album. Fucking rock sia the songs. Ok toodles bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108824954460471603?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108824954460471603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108824954460471603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108824954460471603' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108816139507863256</id><published>2004-06-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:55:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excuse the post i updated yesterday. It's 4am in the morning and it was not proper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SO YES! *screams* PORTUGAL WON! GO PORTUGAL!&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bloody Englishmen. Mwahaha. AT LAST! DEFEATED! Weeee. YAY! Seriously, the match yesterday got me biting my nails and screaming inside whenever Figo did the free kick. And yes. YES! I love the way C.Ronaldo's face whenever he collided with Cole. Tsk tsk tsk. Innocent face yah? Mintak-mintak penalty. Must love him. So cute lah. Wee. But him and Deco were good. Thumbs up, yo. But too bad i decided to stop wathcing at the 72nd minute. I was damn sleepy okay. &lt;br /&gt;Siak if not can watch all the actions sia. Grr. When i watch, tengok like so mendak gituuu when i tak watch all the actions will start, ape ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;So Dad went like, "Asal David Beckham ni asik selalu miss penalty ni? Bodoh nak mampos ah!"&lt;/B&gt; Mwahahaha. ALALALALALALALA.  =X  &lt;br /&gt;So now i'm waiting for Farhan to belanja me eat @ Banquet. Mwahaha. We did a bet last minute semalam and look ehhhhh, who's laughing now? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;And another update. &lt;B&gt;I broke my record by waking up at 1.45pm today.&lt;/B&gt; APLAUSE PLEASE! And like finally, i've caught "A Day After Tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Anywhere with You by Saves the Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108816139507863256?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108816139507863256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108816139507863256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816139507863256' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108809476173585172</id><published>2004-06-25T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:35:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes. Bloody computer. Hanged on me while i typed a whole long entry about today! *curses silently*&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. Be cool. Rewind that. So anyways, headed to City Hall with Shahrina today. At last, the moment i've been waiting for, after staying at home for yonks i've finally headed out to do some window-shopping. But the consequences were tiring + new items added to the list though. &lt;B&gt;Note to Ain:&lt;/B&gt; Yes yes. JULY! Cannot wait! I've got so many things to buy! Teman me ah!&lt;br /&gt;I met up with her at Pasir Ris Interchange and took the train to Bugis first. Jalan-jalan around the area, oogled over some mat sallehs and necklaces + earrings[a major must to me]. Halfway, Imran and Shahrina's guy, "Apek" i think[mwahaha she called him by that name. have no idea why. tapi funny gitu] were like, distracting gitu, kept sms-ing her and asking her to send ringtones to Apek's handphone. Ya Allah. Kecoh i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;So then, headed to City Link. Jalan-jalan again before we singgah 7-11 and bought many keropoks to be eaten while lepak-ing at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;And yes! The view from the Esplanade area was beooootiful! It was already around 9 plus and there were lights seen everywhere, including on the waters because of reflection duh. I love LOVE the boats! Nicely lit up with lights too! Amazing. Excluding the fact that couples were seen almost anywhere. Esplanade mah. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;And YES! We bumped into &lt;B&gt;Wirda, Tarmizi and Atai&lt;/B&gt; @ Pasir Ris Interchange too. (=&lt;br /&gt;Alritey. Portugal vs England later on. Am so gonna catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108809476173585172?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108809476173585172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108809476173585172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809476173585172' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108809366657843031</id><published>2004-06-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:14:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes. Me and Shahrina hang out for a while. From 6pm till 10pm. Wee. Jeng jeng jeng. Met her at Pasir Ris Interchange and as usual i was late, considering the fact that 88 came late yah? Haha. Took the train to Bugis, Shahrina wanted to look at stuffs plus clothes and i just tagged along. Yeah. From Bugis, we headed to City Hall and in the end to the Esplanade. Many stuffs happened and yeah. Cute guys reported everywhere *winks* Asides from that, some items do caught my eye and &lt;B&gt;note to ain&lt;/B&gt;: much shopping to done in July yah! Must accompany me. &lt;br /&gt;The best thing? Lepak-ing at Esplanade. Was around 9 plus and the weather was nice, plus the lights and the waters. Ohmygod. That's SO way romantic for both of us. Heh. Couples were seen practically everywhere. What to do? Esplanade mah. &lt;br /&gt;So then at Pasir Ris interchange we saw &lt;B&gt;Wirda, Atai and Tarmizi&lt;/B&gt;. Chey. Haha. (=&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm beat. Yes yes. Am so gonna catch the match in like, 1 hour plus? Cannot wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108809366657843031?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108809366657843031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108809366657843031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809366657843031' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108799262429914267</id><published>2004-06-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:10:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke the record by waking up at 12.42pm today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108799262429914267?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108799262429914267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108799262429914267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108799262429914267' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108790943144715217</id><published>2004-06-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:07:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Copy paste from my Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Linkin Park Concert&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I didn't attend the damn concert. But just lek2 around the padang area with my friend. And yes, bumped into c0nflict with his grrl! I approached them and said hi. Nice people. (=&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the crowd was soooo hugeeee and ramai people were queueing up. I was so jealous okay. Seriously. And i got so excited whenever i heard people screaming. =S&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. If only. IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO NAK ATTEND THE CONCERT! Herh.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm like, so so into hearing Linkin Park once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Crawling by LP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108790943144715217?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108790943144715217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108790943144715217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108790943144715217' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108782073017873619</id><published>2004-06-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:55:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Fareha today and we went to town plus the Esplanade. Town was amazing[cey] cos something happened. AbangTie + AbangSlurpie made us donate and i hope we got many many pahala cos we donated dengan ikhlas. [= Ah so hot lah AbangTie. His smileeeee, i'm drowning. His eyesssss, so deep yet so captivating. His tieeeeee, so wow.&lt;br /&gt;So then headed to Esplanade. Passed by the Padang and we saw the tent for the &lt;B&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/B&gt; Concert being pitched and ohmygod. LP! SO amazing okay the tentttt. The stage so biggggg.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is amazing today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes. NFG's CATALYST CD! Only around 21 bucks. MUST BUY! Rafiee! Mwahaha. 16 September! Cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Punk O Rama 9 also. Plus Warped Tour 2004 CD. Must buy. I need $$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108782073017873619?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108782073017873619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108782073017873619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782073017873619' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108779340071408704</id><published>2004-06-21T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T12:50:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i had a dream about &lt;B&gt;Spain 14-18 Portugal&lt;/B&gt;. Merepek kan. Then when i checked out the scores like 5 minutes ago, ohmygod. Reality check. Portugal won over Spain. &lt;br /&gt;Wierd. Mwahaha. And i had this wonderful dream, whereby i went shopping and there was Me+family, Ain+family, Puan, Auntie, Hanafee+Mail+Malik also. The thing is, the shopping centre was damn big and located at K.L. So there i was, holding a pair of jeans, a white blouse[which is nice], a short denim skirt, a pair of boots which is so expensive, and a pair of Vans shoes! Hmmm. So in my dream, i managed to calculate the whole price which sums up to over RM150. Tak pernah in my whole life i spent over RM130 okay, except for the trip to Langkawi 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Then in my dream, Iqah and Afiq were running around the place while Ain was arguing with her mother cos she wanted this baju but her mom thinks it's unappropriate for her to wear. &lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, i was heading to the very back of the shop when i had to pass by Hanafee, Mail and Malik who were at the Bra+Lingerie section. What the hell were they doing there, i have certainly no idea. And after passing by them, i heard Malik saying "Pendek siak skirt" which i guess, he's referring to me but the weird thing is, in my dream, i'm wearing JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; When I'm With You by Brodie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108779340071408704?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108779340071408704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108779340071408704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779340071408704' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108770528712840988</id><published>2004-06-20T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T12:49:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;[quote]&lt;/B&gt; Ballack's hair so NICE! WEEE! I cannot tahan looking at it. &lt;B&gt;[/quote]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday me and Dad watched the match between Germany and Latvia. Mind you, i don't even know such country exist and i don't even know where the hell it is, but i do know it's somewhere in Europe though. As usual, i was oogling over the players and i couldn't help myself from screaming inside whenever Frings or Ballack or Schneider or that Guy with jersey number 10 tried to score but was way out of the post. How come no Ramelow or Neuville sey? Hmm. So i expected to see a winning team from Germany cos maybe Klose can do his famous flip or something tapi both teams kosong. My dad was like, "Team Latvia pon takleh kalahkan". Mwahaha. I've got so much to tell asides from Ballack's hair anyway. AHH. Hamannnnnn. Weeeee. Another one. Yay yay. I love Kahn okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Note to Mirul:&lt;/B&gt; Bobic good OKAY! HAHA he doesn't look like criminal or drug addict kat padang. He very good sey. He tried to score also but to no avail. He cute cute lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And wow. Czech Republic won over Holland.  &lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE CEPAT BALIK DARI HOLIDAYS GO OUT WITH ME PLEASE I SO MENDAK AT HOME OKAY CAN ROT. OKAY BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Seventy Times Seven by Brand New&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108770528712840988?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108770528712840988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108770528712840988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108770528712840988' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108762283488283862</id><published>2004-06-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T21:05:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can i die now? Okay thanks. My head is spinning right now and my layout looks mofo ugly. Argh. Dizzy dizzy. Semalam slept at 3am cos was watching the Denmark vs Bulgaria and Italy vs Sweden on TV. Shit. I was supposed to tell Farhan the scores but i slept halfway instead. Bodoh kan. Hmrph. Now my eyes are killing me and i have to squint squint. I CAN BARELY SEE![bedek] &lt;br /&gt;On the other side, &lt;B&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY ANAS KHAIRULNIZAM!&lt;/B&gt;. Yay. Dah 16 lah budak tu. Okay. Enjoy your day okay? Have fun. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;AND&lt;/B&gt;, let's hope Germany wins tonight and Spain for tomorrow! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; International You Day by Joey Cape and Tony Sly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108762283488283862?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108762283488283862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108762283488283862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108762283488283862' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108757002355908974</id><published>2004-06-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:47:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Rafiee said, he'll buy for me the NFG's NEW ALBUM for MY BIRTHDAY! *squeals* ALAMAK! Best present ever sey! Haha. BUY TAU! JGN CAKAP KOSONG K? I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha. Cannot waitttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108757002355908974?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108757002355908974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108757002355908974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757002355908974' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108748017395958085</id><published>2004-06-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:15:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Hover for captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417933&amp;t=2" alt="time maghrib" height="100" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417934&amp;t=2" alt="time maghrib also" height="100" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417935&amp;t=2" alt="physics homework, "radioactive"" height="100" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417936&amp;t=2" alt="my rooooom" height="100" width="150" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417937&amp;t=2" alt="tengah semangat belaja science" height="100" width="150" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1417938&amp;t=2" alt="when the sun sets" height="100" width="150" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108748017395958085?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108748017395958085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108748017395958085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748017395958085' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108730431409054422</id><published>2004-06-15T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:01:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so jealous sekarang. Makin berlipat ganda jealousy aku. Haha chatting with my dear dear &lt;a href="http://www.psychedcult.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt;, mentang-mentang baru balik from kampong, thousands of stories sey she updated me! I like the part about the lady who jumped down while she was savouring her Mee Bandung and the story about the Mats @ Melaka. Haha never mind! Wait December nanti i balik! Confirm! Then we tag team kay? We gitu2 with the mats and gini2 with the minah over there. Sure sure. We'll make it moreeeeeeeeeeee happening. Mwahaha. I MISS KAMPONG! Especially the bees and the ayams, and the area where we slalu main badminton pagi dan petang! AND OUR NEIGHBOURS ALSO! Wah.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE GO TO BLOODY K.L oso! Wahlau! Ahh k never mind. Wait December make sure dorang skool holiday ahhhh, then can have ultimate fun over there. Cannot wait liao.&lt;br /&gt;Herh. Haha. BUBBLEGUMS YAY! YAY! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108730431409054422?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108730431409054422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108730431409054422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730431409054422' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108727639092698793</id><published>2004-06-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:13:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jalil siao. Mwahahaha. Sick. I hope he doesn't read this entry. Somehow. Haha. Anyway, yesterday mati-mati i thought ada Art class. Then like, jeez i called Aisyah earlier this morning and she said, it's on next Tuesday. Boy. Nasib belum mandi sey. So then landed on my bed and continued my beauty sleep before waking up and bathe. &lt;br /&gt;And so here i am!  (:  All freshen up and talking to JALIL k-siao. Haha and plus others. Hish like so busy gitu sekarang! Anyway, Adi ajak-ed me out tengok Harry Potter. Debating if i should go, cos i'm damn broke and another reason? I feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song&lt;/B&gt;: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108727639092698793?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108727639092698793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108727639092698793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108727639092698793' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108718344824944275</id><published>2004-06-14T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T11:24:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I love the guitarist. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, earlier this morning, got a message from Jalil, saying ""Lampard 38", Zidan 91" 93"[penalty], 2-1!!!!!" Wow haha. Semangat bola man. Just as we predicted yesterday, me yan lil and mirul guessed that France will thrash England and boy we were right. So tonight Italy against Denmark. (=&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is crap. Updating about practically soccer and nothing at all. There's Art tomorrow so yeah. Gonna have to start tracing my art piece on the board by tomorrow and present Mdm Hariati my colour schemes which has yet to be completed later on. And god how annoying can it be when the person whom i deleted their contacts off my MSN list approached me and keep repeating the same question, "Who are you?" or "Have we chatted before?" and off i go saying, "Oh sorry. I've deleted your contact like eons ago".&lt;br /&gt;And i had a wierd dream the other time, Azimah was making out with another guy and I was with *sak suk sak suk* and we had dinner at KFC. Then we were caught by our parents and they lectured us like mofo when we didn't do anything but to just savour those chickens. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah i still have to like REVISE REVISE REVISE god damnit and i haven't even start doing that. Well, only a little. And i need to practice on my vocabularly to brush up my English so that i can talk aimlessly while shooting them at others while talking. &lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday was chatting with this guy, from my bro's school, and we talked about relationships and everything. GOD. WHAT IS WITH THIS PEOPLE?! Do relationships and BGR revolves around you? &lt;br /&gt;And i swear, any moment now, i feel like throwing my brother out of the bloody window. He's getting on my bloody nerves nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;AND AIN! YOU'RE BACK TOMORROW! BLOODY HELL, I WANT MY BUBBLE GUMS! COME ON, YO! I'LL BE COMING DOWN TO PUAN'S HOUSE AS WELL AS YOURS SKALI WITH MY MOM! SO BE PREPARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Cinta by Flop Poppy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108718344824944275?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108718344824944275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108718344824944275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108718344824944275' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108710735347106524</id><published>2004-06-13T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:15:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erk. Finally, after working on the stoopid layout for days, it's up! Details can be found under my profile and yeah. Won't be doing much today, maybe some revision. Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 10.05pm]&lt;/B&gt; So earlier on in the afternoon, Firdaus updated me about the scores. Was surprised that Portugal lost cos somehow they might face the luck like what France faced previously. But woots to Spain! And yeap-yeap. I hope France will win though. Somehow, i'm sick and tired of Englishmen. &lt;br /&gt;Did some Physics before watching Bend It Like Beckham. Hur hur. Now i understood to what Azri once said to why he preferred Physics rather than Chemistry. Ah yes. The show. GOD. I was practically sitting in front of the bloody tv when the coach and Jess kissed! Hur hurrrr, *licks lips*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108710735347106524?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108710735347106524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108710735347106524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108710735347106524' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108704143105166286</id><published>2004-06-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T21:32:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! YOU'RE BLIND! *smirks to you-know-who*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fellow LJ members, check out my entry at my LJ. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108704143105166286?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108704143105166286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108704143105166286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108704143105166286' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108696208852572893</id><published>2004-06-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:54:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Yayi messaged! YAY! *roll over the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; The Last Song by All-American Rejects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108696208852572893?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108696208852572893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108696208852572893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696208852572893' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108693274112267847</id><published>2004-06-11T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:05:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars will cry&lt;br /&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;br /&gt;And this is the moment that I live for&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;Pouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;br /&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;br /&gt;As you gasp for air tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;br /&gt;If you were here&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never&lt;br /&gt;Never have before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;br /&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;br /&gt;And you gasp for air tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Anthem of Our Dying Day by SOTY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108693274112267847?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108693274112267847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108693274112267847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693274112267847' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108684365289216694</id><published>2004-06-10T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T13:04:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Hairul sent me the Finch's "What It is to Burn" Poly ringtone yesterday. Damn nice i tell you. Woo. So rockin'. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, YES! Updates about yesterday! Jumps up and down, roll on the floooor.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 11.45am today. Was so tiring, my back wash aching, and i had stomachache early in the morning. I couldn't continue sleeping after that and i read a book about Witches and stuffs. Asides from that, i'm supposed to be accompanying Shahrina to Bugis cos she wanted to buy this Burberry bag but then postponed it to Saturday instead. She go naik Sparks or Hendrix i think nari. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;SKIP THAT! So yesterday was the outing with SG, that is with &lt;a href="http://matt-spydar.blogspot.com"&gt;Mirul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkclaw3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jalil&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://dila-burberry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dila&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eroticladae.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syam&lt;/a&gt;, Juliana, Lina, Yan and Isa. Met up with Dila, Juliana, Lina and Isa at Tampines Interchange and we took 19 to Changi Beach. The weather was not good since it was raining like mofo and was kinda not expecting that as well. So wokay. In the bus, the Juliana made some jokes haha which was sooooo way kekek. About the zebra thingy haha. Then dah sampai, the Yan Mirul Jalil and the Syam still have yet to arrive so we waited for them like, 20-30 minutes under the shelter and we just, played with handphone i guess. Then they arrived at last, slacked for while before they went down to swim while we girls just looked at them enjoying them playing with waters and having the fun. We girls got wet too due to them boys. We took some pictures too and yeap! Was drizzling but nah, we just don't mind the weather. Ate a lot of junk food. Twisties for example. Wow. Different flavours lak tu! And Jalil brought nasi goreng along and the last time i saw it, tinggal sikit aje. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing that happened was when Jalil kinda throw the ball, which Yan brought along, and the waves brought the ball further and further away from them. They 3 were like, desperately asking help from the ships[i know] and like, signalling to them, asking to bring their ball back. HAHAHA. That made me laughed. 'Twas a lame idea too. &lt;br /&gt;Then Jalil had to go earlier cos of his uncle. Unexpected but it was emergency. So he left, and from there, we had no idea where to head to after the boys had change. OH yes, Isa didn't swim. I don't know why though. Did some writings on the sand as well. Haha then some of us were like, pijak-pijak on some of it ESPECIALLY ME! I accidentally stepped on the SG thingy which Dila made. Heh. Tak perasan sey. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, heading to the nearest gerai makanan to have our... lunch/dinner? Ordered Nasi Pattaya, shared with Dila but she only ate a little. Was so pedas sey the nasi. I was in tears while eating it. Heh. I cannot tahan pedas anyway. &lt;br /&gt;But overall, yeap yeap had fun! Haha really enjoyed myself, after stressing myself out during Art period at earlier part of the day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Best of Me by The Starting Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108684365289216694?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108684365289216694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108684365289216694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108684365289216694' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108678249856518520</id><published>2004-06-09T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:26:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To &lt;B&gt;&lt;S&gt;dear&lt;/S&gt;, &lt;S&gt;the lovely&lt;/S&gt; white_tie and black_tie of course[duh]&lt;/B&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You're sick.&lt;/B&gt; I guess you're obviously not clear that i simply do not want you commenting about my blog. Please leave immediately cos you're like a pest to me and i don't want you to merebak kat sini. I do not want to here either your comments or your views about me. I don't care. It doesn't concern me too. Please leave, for the 2nd time. &lt;br /&gt;For my sake, i appreciate if you could just get along with what i said above and i do hope you understand English. Or should i translate to your language? No i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;And please. I'm sure there are others wayyyy seriously deserves your comments or point of views. You know to whom i'm referring too. I don't around claiming like what you did. Please. Make me puke or something aight? Go then. &lt;B&gt;Guide them along or something. Teach them&lt;/B&gt;. You know what to do right? Click any of the links in my blog under my "Link" section and there you go. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108678249856518520?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108678249856518520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108678249856518520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678249856518520' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108669404251457976</id><published>2004-06-08T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:30:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah yes. I'm easily amused whenever i looked back @ the previous entry. Or whatsoever. Mwahaha. I still think i need to revamp my blog again. Layout looks kind of plain here and there. But neh'mind. &lt;br /&gt;I am bored. I am addicted to Indonesia songs nowadays. Bands like Element and Cokelat. Wow. Wonders. I love the way the lyrics flowwww, you know. And it's been eons i've read a Malay novel. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeap, this Friday watching "The Day after Tomorrow" @ GV Tampines with Azimah and Fattah. Right after our Art, we'll head there in our school uniform. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Farhan, him telling me he's creating lyrics for his band, reminded me of something. Maybe i should do that, cos it's been a long time, dwell about life or the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Fall Back Down by Rancid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108669404251457976?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108669404251457976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108669404251457976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108669404251457976' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108661013720209428</id><published>2004-06-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:28:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG this is like, so fun. People please! Be the next white_tie or black_tie or the next mofos or something. I love commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;OHMYGOD BLACK_TIE AND WHITE_TIE YOU SO FUCKING DON'T BELONG HERE NEITHER DOES THE REST OF US ACCEPT YOU! FUCKING SHAME I DON'T GIVE A FUCK SO DOES THE WORLD WE WON'T GO LICKING YOUR FOOTSTEPS NOR DO WE CARE. YOU'RE FAKE THE WAY YOU SPEAK LIKE YOU'RE IN ENGLAND OR SOMETHING NAH JANGAN NAK STEP KAT SINI MEH JILAT TAPAK KAKI AKU. LOSERRRRRRRR, TIES IN DENIALS! MELUAT! MENYAMPAH! JIJIK! BERBUAL WORLD! EGO, TOO CAUGHT UP IN YOUR OWN WORLD! SELFISH! DUMB! ASSHOLES! MOTHER FARMERS!&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're just craving for attention, you dope. I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;Poke that lame shit up your ass and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, i'm insane. Aye, i love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;I'M HEADING TO THE BEACH THIS WEDNESDAY! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108661013720209428?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108661013720209428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108661013720209428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661013720209428' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108643569047776085</id><published>2004-06-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:36:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dies* I've completed reading the novel about Punk + RockNRoll music included too. Was interesting as well. God and now i'm downloading some of the songs mentioned in the book as well. Interesting. And Dad keeps playing the song 'For Your Love' by the Yardbirds afternoon just now. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So one whole day i did constant revision for Physics and right now, Promise is blaring from my headphone. &lt;br /&gt;Duh. I can't wait for next Saturday cos me and the girls, that includes Shahrina and prolly Azimah heading to town next week. Like i'm going to do some minor-shopping and yeah, just do whatever i want on that day.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i can't wait for the day i'll be at the beach and spending time with Mirul/Jalil + some of their friends! Mwahaha. I want to get tanned.&lt;br /&gt;And i look back my previous entry with disgust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anyway&lt;/B&gt;, suddenly i have interest in The Police, Ramones, Buzzcocks as well. THEIR SONGS ARE DAMN NICE OKAY! And MxPx too. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Music does it wonders to me. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BUZZCOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 9.35pm]&lt;/B&gt; Was watching the News 5 Tonight. Then... *takes in a deep breath* &lt;B&gt;I SAW MAIL! MWAHAHA. IN THE TV!&lt;/B&gt; But it was a brief glance only, so he was like, walking past the camera, in the queue, wearing white shirt. OMG i'm so excited i hope he made it to the 2nd round! Yay YAY! Let's hope he does! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Promise by Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108643569047776085?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108643569047776085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108643569047776085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108643569047776085' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108632646457725803</id><published>2004-06-04T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T13:27:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaylah. I'm feeling all jealous right now. What lah, dis lah dat lar. Idiot sey. JEALOUS FOR WHAT YOU ASK ME?! Over someone. Nyeh. Overrrrrr hiiiiim. WHO? No i won't tell cos wait later the moment you guys know him, you all will spread and sampai entah ke mana and he'll knows.  &lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *vents my anger by grabbing my monitor and shaking it*&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau. Jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUS OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;*puts on a bored face*&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous. I AM JEALOUS OVER THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous. Jealous. Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah. I won't message him anymore lahhhhhhh. *smirks* He doesn't even have the initiative to message me ANYWAY, i was the ONE who started it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108632646457725803?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108632646457725803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108632646457725803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632646457725803' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108626203777837004</id><published>2004-06-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:29:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*scowls* I'll be at Changi Beach by then, having fun under the sun with &lt;a href="http://darkclaw3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jalil&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://matt-spydar.blogspot.com"&gt;Mirul&lt;/a&gt; and Yan plus their 2 other girl friends. Yeap if not for Bro returning late at exactly 5pm. And too bad i had to wait for his return cos parents were not at home and i'm all alone. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway before that, Jalil messaged me asking me to join them. At first i thought some dude was the one who sms-ed me cos the number looked foreign to me. And to my surprise, it was Jalil, with him saying "Eh ni Jalil lah! Keparat, babi tol!" Mwehehe. No wonder.&lt;br /&gt;So by the time bro got home, i was sprawled on the carpet, watching Hellboy for the 2nd time and halfway asleep. Oh well. Another time perhaps?  =)&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed this particular English novel from Tampines Library earlier on, with Shahrina teman-ing me. Heh. Cool, the author wrote about the Clash, Ramones and Sid Vicious + the Sex Pistols being included in the story as well. Haha kinda got addicted to it in the end. Finally, a book with some good taste in music after all.&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, there's Chemistry class tomorrow. Continuation of the study of Macromolecule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Mirul's blog playing All Downhill from Here by NFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108626203777837004?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108626203777837004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108626203777837004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626203777837004' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108615630014655122</id><published>2004-06-02T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:12:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1252567&amp;t=2" alt="woo interesting" height="150" width="200"/&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1252488&amp;t=2" alt="skyscrapers" height="150" width="200"/&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1253447&amp;t=2" alt="the photographer" height="190" width="100"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Woke up at 12pm nari, watched Powerpuff Girls for a while so here i am! Hmm updates about yesterday yah?&lt;br /&gt;So met up with Azimah @ 12pm at Pasir Ris Mrt Station. But before that, took 88 with some guys. We 3 sat at the very last seats and i was all alone... so like, along the journey, one of them kept turning and turning at me. And i was like, what the fuck? Okay so dah sampai, alighted the bus. And the guy who actually kept turning at me, said "Bye". So i was stunned for a while but i managed to give him a small smile. Then i quickly walked away from them but unfortunately, they were walking beside me then towards the MRT station so yeah i slowed down my pace and let them walked first. So yeah. I was feeling uneasy for awhile cos the guy kept turning and it irritates the hell out of me but nah. I just kept my cool. Then fortunately, Azimah called me at the right moment and when i angkat her call, they both pulak turned at me again, and the guy smiled at me again. And so i waved. Mwahaha. Okay that was dumb but inside, i was like "Merepek sey lambai-lambai". Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Yay so Azimah arrived 15 mintues later and we saw Syahidah and Iswandy together. Azimah was like, sumpah-seranah cos she damned that guy so much. I have no idea why, well it has to do something about friendship among us so there's no need for explanation here.&lt;br /&gt;Took 15 to Tampines. Jalan-jalan around and saw Azhar at Tampines Interchange and Azimah told me to hide away from here. Okay. Haha. Running away from her matair you see. &lt;br /&gt;Took 10 to Esplanade. Last minute plan. Boo-yah during the journey, we talked and talked about memories and stuffs, our personal feelings and everything. And suddenly, i remembered that (insert name here), cos we always took 10 whenever we wanted to head to Esplanade. *sigh* And i kinda lost it there.&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, we got lost cos ter-turun at the wrong bus stop. Walked and walked and at last, dah sampai. Took some pictures, lepak-ed for a while before rushing off to meet Shahrina. &lt;br /&gt;Then something happened. *pause for a while* We were at City Hall MRT Station and we waiting for the train. &lt;B&gt;There was this group of 3 girls[all minah-minah to be precise] and their way of sitting really caught my attention. It's so, un-lady like. Like duduk macam jantan gitu. And menunjukkan babat-babat dorang dengan pakaian dorang yang tak senonoh itu. Seriously i swear. Those girls are like mofos okay. They are so damn mampat and the way they sat was to attract attention. Attention seeker katakan.&lt;/B&gt; And yeah, so me and Azimah buat bodoh ah, like heck care to them aight? We don't give a fuck anyway. So one of them actually went "Eh step siak muker."&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;That really got my fucking attention. I turned towards her and she said "Eh tengok tengok ah". &lt;br /&gt;Okay so i was like boiling inside and i shouted &lt;B&gt;"Yelah kalau kita tengok kat korang tu nanti korang perasan nak mampus lak kan? Lagipon kalau manis untuk ditenung takper ini mampat kebabai".&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter* And Azimah joined in too. &lt;br /&gt;So yay. Then upon arriving at Pasir Ris, waited for Shahrina at Pasir Ris interchange but the girl was damn late because of the heavy rain. There were thunder and lightning like every 15 seconds and i got scared the hell out of it. And yeah, &lt;B&gt;WE SAW ZOOL AND INDRAWAN!&lt;/B&gt; Mwahaha, Zool looked different, same goes for Indrawan. I saw Zool and i kinda buat-buat tak kenal gitu. Haha i am bad. So then said hi to him blah blah asked him where he was heading too. Azimah had to go then cos her dad dah sampai and i waited for Shahrina's arrival. 15 mintues later, we took 359 and by the time, the rain was damn heavy and there was alot of thunder and lightning sey! I am so scared of that okay! We couldnt' head to school straight away cos that means we had to cross the damn road and walked further down. We took the long route instead, walked bawah blok and saw those Zairul&amp;co and Nas&amp;co along the way. Me and Shahrina were shrieking and screaming our heads out whenever there was lightning. &lt;br /&gt;So around 5pm, we arrived in school after dashing under the rain. Basah sia. Collected my report book. Mwahaha, don't ask how i did for my Mid-Years cos it's not good at all. Yeah i've warned you. Waited for a while in school for the hujan to reda and headed to WhiteSands cos Shahrina wanted to pay her handphone bill. Saw Mail along the way and we wished him Good Luck for the audition this Thursday nanti. =)&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, fortunately Mom wasn't bising at me because of my results. Same goes to Dad. And something happened while i was on the computer. I heard knockings on my window and door around 11pm while chatting with Rafiee[grr] and i quickly off the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i'm supposed to lepak with my friends @ Sengkang but i cancelled the plan and postponed to tomorrow instead. I'm so friggin tired and yeah, damn my entry for today is so damn long. So kecoh gitu, like there's still many events to be updated but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Try Honesty by Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108615630014655122?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108615630014655122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108615630014655122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615630014655122' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108605863817270563</id><published>2004-06-01T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:59:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must look cacat cos i accidentally outlined darker using my eyeliner. Okay-okay. I was in a hurry putting my wax and everything, and now i look neat and tidy! Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting Azimah later, before meeting Shahrina and collecting our report books. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway i had this dream yesterday. Oh-so-wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Not Now by Blink 182&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108605863817270563?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108605863817270563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108605863817270563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108605863817270563' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108599116827167564</id><published>2004-05-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T21:04:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lets out a very heavy sigh* SIGH. Mendak sey now. Malay paper is finally over! But nah, won't go into details how it was cos i'll get headache whenever i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the invigilators looked fucked up today. &lt;br /&gt;After school, ate KFC packed at Pasir Ris Park and enjoy the sea breeze. Yeah, another great way to release our tensions and stress after the paper. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so bored now wanting to head out but have no idea where to. Oh shit tomorrow i'll be heading school again at 3plus to collect my report book. Mati. Mwahaha. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! No more Malay classes, no more hassles of malay karangan/comprehension homeworks, no more of using Pancaran Bahasa and no more learning thousands and thousands of Peribahasa. YAY. Finally. And let's just pray i did well. Mwhehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;YAY! Music is up. Enjoy.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Anthem of Our Dying Day by Story of the Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108599116827167564?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108599116827167564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108599116827167564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599116827167564' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108592069623161461</id><published>2004-05-30T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:38:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot Rafiee's band is performing tonight in town! *slaps head* Heh and i even said i'll come by before that! Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108592069623161461?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108592069623161461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108592069623161461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108592069623161461' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108579704785244726</id><published>2004-05-29T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T20:33:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow. So it's the holidays already? That was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 8.33pm]&lt;/B&gt; Dad's been getting on my case. Or it's either i've been getting on Dad's case. Whichever way round. It's like, i get easily irritated by his scoldings that eventually will lead to me getting back on him in the end. And yeah. Let's prepare for the worst on Tuesday though cos i know he won't be getting off my case since then.&lt;br /&gt;So today's movie was Van Helsing. It was a good one, and i kinda like Hugh Jackman now. Woo. It's like a movie mania to me nowadays. And yeah, i've watched Walking Tall too. Bravo. &lt;br /&gt;But before that, i managed to study Malay Peribahasa[again] and Chemistry. Well Chemistry bores me halfway so i caught the Making of Shrek 2 instead. After the whole thingy, took care of my sister, pangku her lah, bobok kan die lah, this lah that lah, ended up she never sleep. &lt;br /&gt;So by this time, Cousin Ain should have arrived at Kampung. Grr. It's like, so not fair? And she's going there for like 10-15 fucking days! Lagi tak fair! Hrmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Bonus Moshpit Part 2 by Taking Back Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108579704785244726?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108579704785244726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108579704785244726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579704785244726' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108574837321597912</id><published>2004-05-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T20:46:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brief conversation between me and Iskandar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aku nari PMS&lt;br /&gt;me: so kalau aku marah2 harap2 paham2 ajerlah k?&lt;br /&gt;iskandar: lerr...bilang lah siang2...&lt;br /&gt;iskandar: aku pon ade pms nari&lt;br /&gt;iskandar: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108574837321597912?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108574837321597912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108574837321597912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108574837321597912' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108574369622530975</id><published>2004-05-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T19:34:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with my I.E? It keeps hanging itself and i've to restart it and this happened for like, 4 times!! Argh. Stoopid window.&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie was Honey. Only watched halfway aje. No interest ah in that movie at all. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, something happened just now. Was reading the Malay paper when i saw the news about WildWildWet at page 13[go check out if you're interested] and suddenly i was messaging Azimah about maybe heading there during our June holidays. Then Azimah said the entry price was so-way expensive and yeah. So in the end, we decided about heading to Sentosa instead which is only 3 bucks[after raising 1 buck] and it's a whole day trip there. So we were busy planning and everything... But i hope it might go on as well. Heh can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Rewind that.&lt;br /&gt;So Talentime was okay. Just so-and-so. Nas&amp;gang didn't manage to perform cos they handed in the form to Mr Lim which was like, 1 hour ago before the performance started. Heh. I love the band category cos i was easily turned on by drums. You know how i do, right? OHMYGOD! Drums drums drums! Azimah was my crime partner and we go "OOH" whenever we got turned on. MWAHAHA. No lah. Kidding. So yeah. Insanity Department was okay, played Simple Plan's &lt;B&gt;Dont Wanna think About You&lt;/B&gt; while the group from Sec3s played &lt;B&gt;Sharp Skins&lt;/B&gt;[cey cey cey]. Nice gila sia. I was fucking turned on by the drums from that moment on. Mwahaha. Jamie's group was the best. They played Blink 182's &lt;B&gt;Damnit&lt;/B&gt; which was eons way better than other groups. Of course! Jamie! You made me and 4e4 proud! We love you. &lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah blah, had the solo category. Khairul's voice made me swoon and Ismail didn't do as what i expected but Malik definitely managed to woo-ed me. Heh. So then had the dance category. It was okay.  No comments though. Cos particularly i'm not interested in Dance. Duh~&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fabian Lim acted like as if he was Simon Cawell. Eww. Even his comments are lame when someone who sang the skin song said "Siga saga Siga saga Oi Oi Oi" and he said that was a cheereading. Seriously. I felt so... bleah when i heard that. Please. Just stop bickering and like, enough of cutting each and everyone's performance short for only like, &lt;B&gt;5 minutes&lt;/B&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;After the whole Talentime thingy, had prize presentation for English&amp;Literature Week. 4e4 won an award for something which we ourselves barely forgot what we did and Syahmi was picked to collect the prize. A pen, which ada bau wangi for everyone each.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. &lt;B&gt;I've seen how the Coral Yearbook for 2003 looked like! Grey for the coverpage&lt;/B&gt;. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. Studied Malay Peribahasa like mofo tadi. Now all the peribahasa is clearly in my head and sometimes i said it out loud for no apparent reason. And yeah. I've bought the Chemistry's Topical Notes using my own money. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Kiss Me, Diss Me by HomeGrown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108574369622530975?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108574369622530975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108574369622530975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108574369622530975' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108565622580512970</id><published>2004-05-27T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:10:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mentang-mentang ade CD Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just watched &lt;B&gt;SHREK 2&lt;/B&gt;! Mwahaha. OHMYGOD THE BEST MOVIE EVER! I simply love the soundtracks! Especially "Accidentally in Love". That was "wow". Ooo~ When Shrek turned into a man he was simply &lt;B&gt;oh-so-sexay&lt;/B&gt; and his butt was oh-so-tight-i-just-want-to-pinch-it! But overall, i simply love the movie. And no, i didn't watch it at the cinema, but Dad bought the DVD[pirated lah].&lt;br /&gt;So okay. Talentime tomorrow. Fairdaus updated me that Ismail would be performing solo tomorrow. All the best to him yah? I think he's damn talented. Other than that, i think probably Haikel's group are performing too. All the best to the contestants sudah. &lt;br /&gt;YAY! Tomorrow would be very last day we'll be having intensive Malay revision and by 10.30am, it's OVER! &lt;B&gt;FINALLY OVER!&lt;/B&gt; Woo. Boy am i glad that i still have Saturday and Sunday to worry about over my Malay on Monday. And i'll be collecting my Report Book on Tuesday *gasps* and of course i'll be dead by then when Dad sees &lt;S&gt;millions of marks&lt;/S&gt;  some marks being underline in red ink. Oh well. Let's just wait and see. And have nightmares for these past few days before Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Breathing by Yellowcard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108565622580512970?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108565622580512970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108565622580512970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565622580512970' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108557986002710167</id><published>2004-05-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:57:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i've just watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre DVD. It was gruesome like fuck. I like the part whereby the killer hanged Jessica Biel's boyfriend/friend with the hook at the backbone. Ohmygod i got so turned on by then. &lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's there's still the Malay intensive thingy going on. Starting to like it already. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;And Cinta Bollywood is so merepek? Memang betul pun apa Tarmizi cakap like few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;God and i hate that PARTICULAR PERSON. I doubt you know who i'm referring to but i hope one day you do. *sneers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Life as a Salesman by Yellowcard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108557986002710167?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108557986002710167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108557986002710167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557986002710167' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108555537609129511</id><published>2004-05-26T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:26:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH. I'm waiting for my dad's return because he promised us to buy many-many pirated CDs. Mwahaha. Evil us. On the other hand, ignore what i said in the previous post. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had another Mock Exam today. Balik-balik Mock Exam. I can't wait for ALL of this to like, get OVER or something. I feel like mofo sey, the word MALAY is like strumming in my head and i'm actually feeling so soo worried sick. &lt;br /&gt;But, we'll be having TALENTIME this Friday so WEEE! Heh can't wait for the Band's part aside from the dance and group/solo category, that is. AH! Took the same bus as the PRCS/Naim guy! Mwahaha, was sitting facing me and he slept all the way to the interchange. &lt;br /&gt;And Indrawan tricked me semalam. He said lah how's Mr Paul Lee and my SA1s are, i knew from the start it was him cos he was posted to ITE TAMP. Grr. But anyway i was right of course. Duh. HAHA. Macam budak bodoh tauuu. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as what MY COUSIN[the madness Ain] said &lt;a href="http://psychedcult.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, i hope she buy for me those stupid bubble gums cos it feels like eons since i've eaten one. And yeah, Pak Uteh also just went off, hantar-ing baby-chair for my sister and some baju belonging to Ain's Mum, which is dumped here. And Mom is like, bongkar-ing over it. Oh Mom. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108555537609129511?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108555537609129511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108555537609129511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555537609129511' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108546823345136212</id><published>2004-05-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:08:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memandangkan aku akan menduduki Peperiksaan Peringkat O Bahasa Melayu pada minggu hadapan, aku bercadang mulai hari ini, setiap "journal entry"[i asked Mirul but he dunno the term for Melayu] akan diupdate dalam bahasa melayu. Moga-moga, dengan cara ini, aku harap ini dapat membantu aku dari segi pengunaan frasa-frasa atau meningkatkan bahasa melayu saya yang berterabuh sejak kebelakangan ini. &lt;br /&gt;Aku terbangun lambat dan bas yang selalu aku naikki terlepas semasa aku sedang menuju ke perhentian bas di depan rumah. Hmrph. Tunggu bas yang kemudian mengambil masa kira-kira 5-10 minit gitu dan bila masanya aku menaikki bas 88 itu, jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 7 pagi. Maknanya, aku akan lewat tiba di sekolah. Dan andaian aku itu betul kerana the-stupid-prefects ticked nama aku di Class List for 4e4. &lt;br /&gt;Baju Mr Lee pakai hari ini sungguh lawah dan seakan-akan dibeli di Thailand gitu. Biru dan "gold". Woo. Haha dan sebaik sahaja aku duduh di barisan kelas aku, Mr Lee terserempak aku dan berkata "Oh there Shikin is! Very late ah". Selepas bernyanyi lagu kebangsaan Singapura[bleargh] dan "say our pledge', Nas pula datang lewat setelah itu. &lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, kami dibahagikan kepada kumpalan-kumpalan berdasarkan markah prelims Bahasa Melayu. Aku dimasukkan ke Kumpulan 1 di mana semua yang pandai-pandai belaka, kecuali aku, berada. Hmm Firdaus Nurulhuda Ikhfak Faizura Musfirah Hazwani Aisyah Afini Shereen Sakinah Tarmizi Qadri Faris Fahmi pun sekumpulan dengan aku. Bijaksana betul mereka eh? Ada juga yang tidak hadir pada hari ini, jadi aku akan bertemu dengan yang lain pada hari esok pula. &lt;br /&gt;Dari pagi hingga pukul 1.30pm, kami mengulangkaji pelajaran tentang mengarang sambungan cerita, menulis surat rasmi/tidak rasmi dan juga perbualan. Memang sungguh membosankan tapi apa hendak buat. Aku dengarkan ajalah kepada apa Cikgu Siti sedang mengajar. Bersyukur aku mendapat Cikgu Siti sebagai cikgu untuk Kumpulan 1. Hahaha. Hmm entahlah, aku tidak suka sangat kepada Cikgu Norisha, mungkin tidak berkenan kepada cara pengajarannya. &lt;br /&gt;Tamat sekolah, kami pun pulang. Tapi sebelum itu, kami sempat membuat Kertas 2 dan aku mendapat 46/65 untuknya, tidaklah masuk markah bagi Bina Ayat kerana Cikgu akan periksa kertas kami sekali lagi. Dah bahagia pun aku memilikki markah begitu kerana itu tidak termasuk markah bagi Bina Ayat, part sesi yang paling men-terabuhkan markah Bahasa Melayu aku sejak kebelakangan ini. Dan manalah tahu, kawan-kawan yang memeriksa sebelum itu, tentulah ada kesalahan dari segi markah yang mereka beri. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Dan ada orang itu sungguh bahagia sekali setelah ditawarkan SINGNET BROADBAND di kanteen sekolah tadi. Haha Faisal faisal~ Kiwek pelawak betul sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sungguh cacat gitu apabila aku mem-blog dalam bahasa Melayu&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dan paling tidak adil, saudara aku, Si NurulAin, akan pulang ke kampung di Alor Gajah itu! ARGH! Tetapi malangnya, pada hari yang aku akan menduduki peperiksaan pula. Mwahaha. Takper. TIDAK APA. Lain kali sahaja ya? Dan jangan lupa membeli apa yang aku telah kirimkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Spehia by Sheila on 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108546823345136212?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108546823345136212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108546823345136212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546823345136212' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108539610333591186</id><published>2004-05-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T19:49:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like, having the Monday's Blues, Pinks and Greens today. &lt;br /&gt;I simply love the smell of the Orange Shokubutsu[sp?] facial cream. Nyehe. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://thedailywhine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rafiee&lt;/a&gt; commented that the pictures of the sunset taken by me were nice!  (:  Haha thank you! &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;B&gt;Power 98's J.A and Jeremy&lt;/B&gt; came down to Coral Secondary School today during Assembly. That is, my school to be precise. They did the BK's School-thingy and everyone in the hall were pretty excited like hell. Even some of the boys managed to scream much more better than girls do. They gave out free CDs like Lenny Kravitz's, free tshirts and free notebooks sponsered by BK and Power 98 itself. Then, Jeremy made a call to the radio station and told us to shout by the count of 3 so that our voices can be heard over the radio. That kinda made us Coralites proud. Hoho. &lt;br /&gt;But before that, had our Malay Mock Exam Paper 1 in class 4n3. Cikgu Norisha invigilated us cos Mdm Siti was absent. Bleargh. The whole process seemed disorganized cos we couldn't find a vacant classroom in the first place and the Malay session thingy whereby we were divided into groups of 4 were postponed to tomorrow instead. Boy was i glad that Malay only ended at 10.30am today, with Cikgu Norisha lecturing us[as most cikgus did the same thing to us] before letting us off for recess.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling too good today, and i kinda felt giddy and vomitting while eating spaghetti during recess time. Oh and the flu's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi was telling Farhan about cerita hantu. Mwahaha he said i was like literally scaring the shit out of him, cos i told him the story of which Syahidah encountered with a Pocong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Anyway, something for &lt;B&gt;Khai&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Khai :P&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi: korang matair eh?&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi: u look so cute together&lt;br /&gt;Me: no lahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;And something i took from &lt;a href="http://cutdeepslash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alif&lt;/a&gt;'s blog&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;N&lt;/B&gt; You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;U&lt;/B&gt; You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;R&lt;/B&gt; You are a social butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;A&lt;/B&gt; You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;S&lt;/B&gt; You are very broad-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;H&lt;/B&gt; You are not judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; You are always smiling &amp; making others smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;K&lt;/B&gt; You like to try new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; You are always smiling &amp; making others smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;N&lt;/B&gt; You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;B&gt;Which member of the OC i am&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/monkeychemistry/1067817427_youareadam.JPG" border="0" alt="adam"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Adam Brody!  You're adorable dorkiness is&lt;br&gt;absolutely contagious, not to mention you're&lt;br&gt;super cute!  You're a bit more reserved than&lt;br&gt;most, and find it harded to open up, but you're&lt;br&gt;always there when it counts.  What's behind you&lt;br&gt;doesn't really matter, because you're all about&lt;br&gt;the future, and the people there with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Picture Perfect Wannabe by Denver Harbour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108539610333591186?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108539610333591186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108539610333591186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539610333591186' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108531495548516499</id><published>2004-05-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:38:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching My Best Friend's Wedding made me cry during some of the parts.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun having a guy as your best friend instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; My Friends Over You by New Found Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108531495548516499?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108531495548516499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108531495548516499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108531495548516499' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108513947486173975</id><published>2004-05-21T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T19:46:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1153127&amp;t=2" alt="4e4 during Mathsf" height="250" width="330"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the girl who was passing the paper to Shahrina, which was on the right, was ME. Yes me. With my very messy desk and POA files under the table. And it's during Maths. And in the picture, Fareha's infront of me, Ikhfak beside her. Ooo.&lt;br /&gt;Maths. &lt;br /&gt;Courtesy to Jovin for this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108513947486173975?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108513947486173975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108513947486173975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513947486173975' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108512477990242658</id><published>2004-05-21T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:32:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooo. OC was kinda hot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Today is like so mendak. We had to do Malay Mock Exam at the first part of the day and it was held at the Auditorium. So cold and yet it's freezing. Argh and there was the Sec4Es, 5Ns and 4Ns. Cikgu then told us she expected the 5Ns and 4Es to at least get a B3 or A2 or A1 if possible for our Malay paper cum next next Monday. Anyway she then told us it would be a waste if we miss this oppurtunity given. Yeah i kinda agreed to her that moment. Then 2nd part of the day, was at the Auditorium again. The Malay girls including me shahrina hazwani syahmi fareha ikhfak belinda filza nurul wirda berkumpul at the stage and we played this game something about "macaroni" or something, where we had to hit our friend's hands and count till 10 or something. It was fun, being us sitting in a circle. Then me hazwani shahrina syahmi and ikhfak actually slept for 20 minutes before we were actually dismissed. Yeah infront of all other 4 classes.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to lepak at Shahrina's kolong blok for awhile, before heading home. We made plans for tomrrow, probably heading town first cos i wanna buy a CD and then straight to Esplanade? Yeah maybe that's it. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i'm like major bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Redundant by Green Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108512477990242658?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108512477990242658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108512477990242658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108512477990242658' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108505824079869082</id><published>2004-05-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T22:16:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH. Fenix TX madness. Am now. So anyways, there's just so many things to update about today. I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from meeting Shahrina under my block. Passed her diskettes of our pictures for the outing and something which i helped her afternoon tadi. It was so kekek okay, Shahrina planned to do something very very bad to that someone of hers and she was like, acting out and telling what she'll do. Ohmygod, bakal pelakon terbaru.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were like, imagining what the hell would happen after the act later. Or perhaps tomrrow. &lt;br /&gt;So today we got back our results. Pretty blah you know. Cos i didn't knew i would do so &lt;S&gt;WELL&lt;/S&gt; &lt;B&gt;BAD&lt;/B&gt;. I flunked my Maths Science and POA. Tell me lah. This is my WORST Mid-Year results in my Secondary school life. ARGH. Dad is sure gonna screw me in like, 2 weeks after meeting Mr Paul Lee during Meet-the-Parents session. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm but anyways, i am sure that i'll be able to cope with Maths and Science too after Neli, Mirul's and Jalil's friend, gave me some tips about studying them. I hope it works though. Or else i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;So after school then went straight home. Weather was damn hot and we felt uneasy with our uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I remembered something. I had this dream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Maybe i should hate you for this.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to talk about it. It only brings memories. And i don't wanna even think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 10.15pm]&lt;/B&gt; OMG. You're Gone. I so love Something Corporate. Am listening to the CD now, which i found it in my collection of burnt CDs. I miss this song. &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Am so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Phoebe Cates by Fenix TX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108505824079869082?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108505824079869082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108505824079869082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505824079869082' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108494918993954745</id><published>2004-05-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:48:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Tadi kan, bila nak balik, &lt;B&gt;took the same bus with the PRCS GUY!&lt;/B&gt; Wow perfect timing sey bila nga jalan kat Pasir Ris interchange and there he was, walking infront of me. Mwahaha. And i was like, gushing all the details about him to Azimah. And we alighted at the same bus stop.  :)&lt;br /&gt;So urm. Tomorrow we'll be getting back our results, confirm maths fail. Yeah cos i didn't study and i was sick so blame the aircons in the hall or something. But still, really, i barely study for mid-years and i know my results wouldn't be much satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Duh like my Maths, of course. *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah mati sey me WHAT TO TELL MY FATHER ABOUT MY MATHS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited 8.41pm]&lt;/B&gt; Someone there is in no mood. Aku lagi kat sini takde mood. Anyway, i am so emo gitu now. Dunno lah. Everything seems not right. Did my Maths revision for 2 hours just now, about Mensuration. Had fun though finding volumes and area and whatnots. But i still need patience though, especially in Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. &lt;br /&gt;I miss someone. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; You're Not Alone by MxPx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108494918993954745?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108494918993954745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108494918993954745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494918993954745' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108488716706734079</id><published>2004-05-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:54:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like, in the mood for EURO 2004 and the Olympics. Woo. And so Liverpool dah sampai di Thailand? Heh. I dunno why i'm in a football/soccer mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited]&lt;/B&gt; I LOVE LIVERPOOL! *gushes*&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Only One by Yellowcard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108488716706734079?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108488716706734079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108488716706734079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488716706734079' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108484722309030576</id><published>2004-05-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T10:27:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Radio&lt;/B&gt; by Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades,&lt;br /&gt;waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved&lt;br /&gt;while you're taking your time with apologies,&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my plans for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Red eyes on orange horizons&lt;br /&gt;If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;I'd drive straight off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking your own life with boredom,&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my own life with wine -&lt;br /&gt;it helps you to rule out the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;it helps me to empty my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Making the most of a bad time&lt;br /&gt;I'm smoking the brains from my head&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the coal calling the kettle black and orange and red&lt;br /&gt;This kettle is seeing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling.&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,&lt;br /&gt;plugged in and ready to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades,&lt;br /&gt;waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me&lt;br /&gt;waking up all alone, waking up so relieved&lt;br /&gt;while you're taking your time with apologies,&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning out my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Red eyes on orange horizons&lt;br /&gt;If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling.&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,&lt;br /&gt;plugged in and ready to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugged in and ready to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Plugged in and ready to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugged in and ready to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108484722309030576?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108484722309030576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108484722309030576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484722309030576' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108478364601544271</id><published>2004-05-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:56:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;[Edit]&lt;/B&gt; *smirk* Ape Rudegirl? Kau dah stop tagging aku? &lt;B&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway POA finishes today. Last paper for Mid Year. Well, almost asides from listening comprehension tomorrow. So woo. Something to celebrate about. Met up with Shahrina at 10.15am and Nurulhuda Khamis was with us too. Took 81 and walked to school together. At 12pm we were released and headed to Tampines to eat at LJS. So there was me shahrina azimah and hazwani, just the 4 of us. Walked around TM and CS, jalan jalan and headed home. Along the way, kept mencakar Shahrina's back cos she kept slapping my back. Ouch. I know. And we laughed like mofos.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So tomorrow i need to bring my POA files, black and white and tomorrow Listening Comprehension for Malay. Herh. &lt;br /&gt;So today was bored. I guess tomorrow we planned to head to Pasir Ris park and relax with the afternoon sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited at 4.56pm]&lt;/B&gt; AT LAST! You're So Last Summer as my background. At last. Phew. I love love LOVE this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Anthem of Our Dying Day by Story of the Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108478364601544271?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108478364601544271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108478364601544271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478364601544271' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108467862685220430</id><published>2004-05-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:32:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1099455&amp;t=2" alt="Shahrina and Me but Azimah got cut off" height="150" width="200"/&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/?o=1098927&amp;t=2" alt="our hands" height="150" width="200"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://shikinilicious.fotopages.com"&gt;here here here&lt;/a&gt; for the rest of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited] In case you're wondering, im the one in the center![/edit]&lt;/B&gt; Center of attention mah.&lt;br /&gt;So YEAH! Yesterday was the most enjoyable day of the week. Me shahrina and azimah headed to East Coast Park in the end. So waited for them at Pasir Ris interchange, being me the earliest, although i arrvied at 2.30pm when supposedly we're to meet at 2.15pm. Shahrina came later and while waiting for Azimah, we saw these 2 budak Rudies and 2 Budak Punk. Hmm, weird thing is, the 4 of them are MAMPAT habis. Satu per satu gemuk sia. HAHA. I felt like laughing my ass off and Shahrina was like "eeeeeeee. gemok sey" Yeah but one of the Rudies was not bad though. Still, mampat though.&lt;br /&gt;Then Azimah came. &lt;B&gt;We three were like Charlie's Angels, wearing black at the same time.&lt;/B&gt; Me and Azimah both wore black top and jeans, while Shahrina wore this black skirt. Black terus we three. So boarded 15, arrived at Marine Parade after like, 45 minutes i guess. Had our lunch at gerai makanan. And we were sitting at this angle whereby infront of me, there's these group of Mats and when i turned to my right, there's these 2 boys, working at Giant. BUT. One of those 2 guys working at Giant[cos they wore the Giant tshirt duh] was wearing a studded belt. And i went "ohmygod" and he was wearing Vans shoes. And he was so hot! Uber hot! And i felt like smiling at him and wave but setakat smile only i did. And his friend, which Azimah said is the next M Nasir, because of his long hair, was looking at us. So the perasan habis! So we didn't really had a proper lunch cos we were busy eyeing people i guess. And Shahrina was ticked off when one of this minah, who was among the Mats's friends, was eyeing her up and down. And she kinda like shouted "beg immitation LV sey" HAHA. Really. Could roll over the floor or something. Eww. Mats and Minahs.&lt;br /&gt;After having our lunch, walked towards the beach. Woo. Took some pictures along the way. Was searching for the concert but to no avail. Then there was this 3 surfers, Melayu. They were walking behind us all the way, when suddenly i noticed them coming near us and told the girls to fasten our pace. Heh. It's so annoying okay. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah in the end we sat at one of those huge rocks and just enjoy the sea breeze. Very relaxing. Took some funny photos too. Mestilah. Just sat there, talked and listened to the song "Mat Tapered" which i recorded in my handphone. So then by 6 we started walking to the bus stop and along the way took some pictures too. Saw this 4 people of Mats, burying one of their friend inside the sand, with head and feet sticking out. They were already waving at us and asking me to take their pictures posing with the friend, but i said no thanks. And i gave them a smile.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 15 like mofo. Boarded the bus, me and Shahrina were sitting at the very last row whereby there's this 5 budak lelaki came back from jamming. Action sey! Mentang mentang one of them is a drummer, he kept hitting the seat infront of him with his sticks and talked very loudly about bands and everything. Like as if i felt like a newbie beside them. YEAH right. I know what they're talking about anyway. Azimah sat 3 seats infront of us cos there was no space for her to selit in between me and Shahrina. So along the journey, me and shahrina were talking about mats and tapered pants[kiter dah terbawak-bawak because of the song] and the guy beside me was spinning the drumsticks with his fingers. Like woah.&lt;br /&gt;Kecoh sey budak Melayu kat belakang bus. Including me and Shaharina lah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;So we alighted at Tampines and took 81 home. While walking down the interchange, one of the guys, who were sitting at the railing, called out to us "Charlie's Angels" and Shahrina replied with a "Biasa lah" while i just gave him a thumbs-up. Haha. So then we went home. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Really had a great time with the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Radio by Alkaline Trio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108467862685220430?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108467862685220430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108467862685220430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108467862685220430' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108459029089983967</id><published>2004-05-15T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T11:10:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo. Wow i'm like, still have yet to bathe. But anyway, heading out later with Shahrina and Azimah, going to Europhia. I kinda volunteered myself to go there with them cos normally, i don't bother lah all this performance/concert/whatever going on. Downloading the OC's theme song now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Yesterday had this very very weird dreams. Woo you know what i mean. But like lazy gitu nak ceritakan. So never mind. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday hanged out with Shahrina and Hazwani. Hmm, duduk bawah blok cam minah maner and making noise. Then Shahrina was like messaging Fas and asking Fas and Yan to lepak with us but Fas wasn't at home. I think he headed town or something. But Hazwani had to go home and so me and Shahrina headed to Rivervale Plaza instead. And the rest? Yeah well, i wouldn't want to update you what happened next. It's so... eww. But as usual, the minute i got home, mom was blabbering non-stop while i was watching Pesta Perdana. Kinda expected Sharon Ismail to won by the way.  :)  I love her acting skills. I guess this year "Rahsia Perkahwinan" won most of the awards. Or that is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what is so strange about Emily? Is she THAT strange? I mean i can be strange too you know. Heh. But why must be her? I mean, being strange at all, doesn't it sounds cliche? I have no idea why some people just love Emily alot when i couldn't get myself to like her at least. Though unfortunately, she's just something fiction. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; California by Phantom Planet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108459029089983967?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108459029089983967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108459029089983967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108459029089983967' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108445210235520503</id><published>2004-05-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:41:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So early morning took the same bus with the Siglap guy and his friend. HAH. I was like, busy with my Geography notes and tenyearseries book. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, POA and Maths tomorrow. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Santeria by Sublime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108445210235520503?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108445210235520503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108445210235520503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445210235520503' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108436448486819082</id><published>2004-05-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:22:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehh the Nadya's music webhost got the TBS's You're So Last Summer sey! I dunno how to upload the farking damn thingy cos the song won't just be played when i refreshed the page. Darn. MY FAVOURITE SONG LAGI! Hrmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108436448486819082?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108436448486819082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108436448486819082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108436448486819082' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108427483621050926</id><published>2004-05-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:27:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay like i'm so starving now and my stomach's making noises. But never mind. Have to sacrifice for my art and studying maths. My computer desk's are berselerak with my sketches and i'm only left with colour scheme. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, scenes that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 88. Sat in between 2 Siglap Guys, 1 PRCS guy infront of me and 1 PRCS Guy who is a rudeboy, if i'm not wrong, sitting beside the Siglap Guys to my right.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in school, someone approached me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eh kau tadi duduk sebelah budak Siglap eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A ah asal? Asal?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Die cakap dier suka kau. Die kawan aku ah, pakai short pants tapi our age.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *screams* NOOOOOOOOOOO. [being dramatic in the hall for awhile]&lt;br /&gt;Him: Nanti besok aku bilang dier okay eh? Die nak berkenalan ngan kau ah...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 88 home. Shahrina and Hazwani alighted the bus earlier and i was sitting at the very last row together with Izyan and Khairul Amri at one side. Infront of us were 3 Siglap Guys and one of them sat beside me. Woo. SO have the features of RST-lookalike. &lt;br /&gt;But anyways, as i was about to alight the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me [cos one of them was blocking my way]&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh sorrie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eh Yan[i think that's RST-lookalike's name if im not wrong] tak mintak number?&lt;br /&gt;RST-Lookalike: A ah ahhh jap2. Hey grrrl, leh kasi number?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *buat case tak dgrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;RST-Lookalike: Alalalala dier malu kotttt...&lt;br /&gt;Him: A ah lah. Alahai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i quickly alighted the bus. BUT the RST-Lookalike guy was major hot hot hot sey. But never mind ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108427483621050926?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108427483621050926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108427483621050926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108427483621050926' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108419008946234854</id><published>2004-05-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T19:54:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. &lt;B&gt;Likes to&lt;br /&gt;point out people's mistakes&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;B&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;U&gt;Stubborn&lt;/U&gt;. Quiet but able to talk&lt;br /&gt;well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Loyal but not always honest&lt;/B&gt;. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for&lt;br /&gt;information&lt;/S&gt;. Must control oneself when criticizing.&lt;br&gt;Able to motivate&lt;br /&gt;oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure&lt;br /&gt;and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. &lt;B&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;/B&gt;. Very&lt;br /&gt;choosy, &lt;U&gt;especially in relationships&lt;/U&gt;. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ebonylady/quizzes/What%20does%20your%20birth%20month%20say%20about%20you%3F/"&gt;What does your birth month say about you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108419008946234854?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108419008946234854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108419008946234854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419008946234854' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108417073916751397</id><published>2004-05-10T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:34:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ISH! WOW! *gasps* BLOGGER HAS A VERY WAY COOL LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;Like i am soooo way excitied. So stylish. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, was sick today. Had to sit for the papers although with 99.9% sure-ness that i'll flunk my Science papers[but not badly though] cos yesterday night, i was busy watching TV instead of burying myself with my Chemistry and Physics' file. Siak somebody like sepak me or something my Prelims are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Had a hard time to buat the papers. Especially English. And Science oso. Was scribbling what not's formula which i don't think even exist and i made them all up. Ahh. Wonders. So once we're dismissed like yay! Headed to the toilet and yeah hanged at White Sands and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Took the same bus as Fairdaus and Hanafee. Oh fair's hair look oh-so-sexy-licious. SOOO LAWAH! Like those, old-skool2 type. My favourite some more! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;:)  Cheerios for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Added]&lt;/B&gt; Like i said, I LOVE BLOGGER'S NEW LOOK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108417073916751397?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108417073916751397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108417073916751397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417073916751397' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108407518836491967</id><published>2004-05-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T12:05:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to GREEN DAY now! YAY! Shahrina lend me her Green Day's International Hits CD. Woo. *melts* So anyway, didn't have the time to update yesterday night. And here i am.&lt;br /&gt;Met Shahrina at her house cos she was late and decided to hang there for awhile. Browsed through her CD collection, lazed around the house, played with her computer... Then we both were all ready to go to meet up with Hazwani at the Pasir Ris MRT Station. Took 89 there, and i noticed a Compassvale Girl left her wallet behind, cointaining her EZ Link and some notes. &lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving Pasir Ris, headed for the toilet at the MRT Station and that's when i saw Shahidah with Izwandy. *shrieks* And i quickly called Shahrina and we made a whole big fuss about it. Urm. Some issues going on between them but...&lt;br /&gt;Met Hazwani. Singgah the ticketing place and told them about the wallet and gave it to them. Then took 15 to Tamp and 168 straight to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;In the bus was kecoh. I kept disturbing Shahrina and she kept slapping and cakau my badan. OUCH. The journey was boring. I kept sneezing every minute and we had to stand in the stoopid bus which was full of passengers. And by the time we arrived Woodlands, i was already sick and my eyes were red. RED.&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch at KFC. Made friends with this dude called Azlan Shah and his bro, Nas. Had alot to talk about though.  (:  We then saw ELYNA! She is so cute gitu! Had this Kelly-Osbourne look. Headed to Woodlands library and settled down till like, 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Tempat itu sungguh bising. Had a hard time concentrating and ended up doing my Art. Saw this girl wearing MJ shoes and baju Fred Perry. And i didn't even know i SAW &lt;a href="http://pangrok_.pitas.com"&gt;Faiz&lt;/a&gt; till he messaged me yesterday night. "FAIZ NI EH!"&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in between books about religions and stuffs and when i saw this dude sitting on the floor wearing mesh cap. Didn't notice his face though. So i just buat bodoh ahhh, until semalam he told me. *grr* And i standing there like mofo sia, with my tissue, book in my hand and sneezing. &lt;br /&gt;So then at 6pm+ took the bus 168 and headed to Tamp. Singgah-ed Spotlight and saw this mat-mats. Sweet sweet at Shahrina and she wanted to kejar after them. *sigh* Took 81, headed to Pasir Ris lak.&lt;br /&gt;And we lepaked with Shahrina's friend @ West Mall's Kopitiam, Fas and Yan. Oh hot sey. And i like LIKE their perfume. So... wow. HAHA. So anyway then there was this dude who asked Fas, "Fas, sisters kau pe?"&lt;br /&gt;Mampos. That's when i looked at Shahrina and in my heart i was like oh-so-we're-sisters-ey?&lt;br /&gt;Herh. But anyway we had fun. Was tricked by his friend. Paisey habis. Me and Shahrina. HAHA. Stayed till 9.30pm and asked Fas and Yan to temankan us to bus stop.  (:&lt;br /&gt;And managed to salam-ed with Fas. Mwahaha. He was like "eh cam maner ni nak salam?" and he then say "assalammualaikum" and i said "waalaikumsalam". So then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Took 88 at bus stop in front of Shahrina's house.&lt;br /&gt;And apa lagi. Kene get scolded by Mom. Then chatted with &lt;B&gt;that someone i missed most&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And had conference till 1am with Hazwani and Shahrina cos we thought Fas would join in later but in the end, we hung up.&lt;br /&gt;=)  Yeap yeap. &lt;B&gt;Happy Mothers' Day&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Exams tomorrow. And i am sick today. Uh-oh. Have yet to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Poprocks and Coke by Green Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108407518836491967?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108407518836491967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108407518836491967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108407518836491967' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108380872593686076</id><published>2004-05-06T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:44:50.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH! Ponteng school today. Me shahrina and hazwani earlier planned to attend school after recess but we were too lazy instead. Hmm. Anyway the weather is really the time whereby i can just cuddle up in my bed and just doze off. But i'm here instead. Woke up to the ringtone of "..my baby don't mess around me cos she loves me soo.." and i literally forgot to switch off my alarm clock. So i've planned i'll start studying in like 1 to 2 hours time. Or maybe not.  :X&lt;br /&gt;Had this wild dream yesterday. Was kissing *insert name here*. Seriously. I think i woke up smiling. But too bad that *insert any any any incident*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;And i have yet to bathe. But never mind that. I'll just do that in like, 20 minutes? Chiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 7.29pm]&lt;/B&gt; Sitting at home and not attending school is really really unproductive. I promised myself i'll start on my Mid-Year Art plannings but i managed to do the mind-map while i kept drawings sketches of my final piece and yeah, can't decide what the hell i'm gonna draw in the end. Bummer. But anyway, slept for awhile in the afternoon. Had this weird dream. I was with this particular guy. Then urm, ape lagi eh? Oh yah. We were at Esplanade and man oh man. &lt;B&gt;He has old-school type of hair and you know how i do. I love guys having such hairstyle. IT'S SEXY&lt;/B&gt;. But the worst part is i can't remember his features now but whatever it is, &lt;B&gt;i love the guy in my dreams&lt;/B&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;HMM.  (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;//song:&lt;/B&gt; Threesome by Fenix TX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108380872593686076?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108380872593686076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108380872593686076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108380872593686076' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108376106701816312</id><published>2004-05-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:50:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i am updating now, Farhan is getting ready to go, heading to Genting Highlands with his friends. Completed his examinations and now it's his turn to enjoy! He told me he dah siap2 nak kluar while chatting with me and will berangkat probably at 9pm. Awww. Managed to say my last few words and told him to take care of himself while he's there.  :)  Macam felt sad tadi. Chatting with someone who won't be back till this Saturday, yeap it does worry you somehow. Hmm. I hope he'll enjoy his trip and so. &lt;br /&gt;That's for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Only One by Yellowcard&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108376106701816312?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108376106701816312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108376106701816312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376106701816312' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108359289016928145</id><published>2004-05-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T22:05:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Issue of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;WHY DO I SAY KIRA2 EX IS DUMB &gt;&gt; THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS COUNTING THE NUMBER OF PERSON YOU LOVE ; YOU ONLY LOVE one PERSON&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108359289016928145?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108359289016928145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108359289016928145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359289016928145' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108358571478174591</id><published>2004-05-03T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T20:16:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mirul would be overjoyed if i tell him i'm listening to A7X right now.  :D&lt;br /&gt;HMM. So i kinda screwed English Paper 1. Stupid idiotic composition title. "The most embarrassing moments during family gathering". *pause* WHAT SIA?! Well i guarantee i wrote merepek and yang bukan2 sampai ke extreme.  Anyway i was satisfied for my malay though. I made up this fiction story about someone's death. Aiyoh. So tragic sia. I almost felt like crying when i was at the conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;Did those papers in the hall. Woo. Coldness. People all start sneezing and sniffing like kebabian, phlegms stuck inside their nose and tissues were practically with everyone. HAHA. Like me lah. Sikit2 kluarkan tissue. Takleh angkat man. SO there's 4e1-4e5 + 4n1 + 5n2-5n2. I like it when 4n1 and 5ns were in the hall. It's like, wow, a whole big family gitu, graduating classes except for 4n1 though. But i love love LOVE when 5Ns are in the same venue as 4Es. So then Miss Hafizah[the Geo teacher who added me to Friendster] told me to collect my class's question paper. So bangga gitu.  :D  She called out my name. ME! MEEEEE. HMMMM. *grins* And i like like LIKE her perfume!&lt;br /&gt;No paper tomorrow. It'll start next week. And damn, having Sosial Studies during PCCG tomorrow. Stress. And today i managed to study &lt;B&gt;Chemistry&lt;/B&gt;'s Alkali, Metals, Halogen and Noble Gases. Weak ah, i still got Sec3 topics + some Sec4 topics to go. AND there's Maths Malay Geography Sosial.Studies POA Art English Science to go. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;So then me and azimah headed to LJS@Tampines. Shahrina and Hazwani couldn't make it though. As usual, we both were like the noisiest inside the LJS. Seriously. No kidding. We took 1 hour to finish up our orders and head to TM and jalan-jalan. As always, &lt;B&gt;mats and minahs&lt;/B&gt; like yuck yuck yuck ruling most of the area. Erk. Then we saw many many ITE TAMP students. Reminds me of that &lt;B&gt;_____&lt;/B&gt;. Si *censored* tu. OH Yah. And as we got out of the LJS, bumped into &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~mizpixie/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~lipcious/"&gt;Wei Loong&lt;/a&gt; and Shereen as well while they were exiting the Burger King. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;And those mats berposing kat Tampines's interchange, step tengah tunggu orang aje. And i tegur-ed this particular guy cos he was eyeing us and was from Tampines Secondary[but cute though]. I said ah "Kalau tak handsome tu jangan malukan diri sendiri ah". HAHA. Padahal inside i was thinking, "Alahai. Cute sia this guy. Boyish features some more." That made Azimah cracked up though.  (:  Hehe. And there was this handsome guy frm ITE BB boarding the same bus[81] as us. Woo. Hotness. And we saw Nurulhuda's ex from PRSS. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. And when i alighted at my stop got this mat. Tapered giler babi. Nampaksah sia. Kaki kudut sia. ERK. Turn me off. Then nak sweet-sweet lagi. Eee. Dasar jantan nak kene sepak sey muker.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shikin kurangajar. MEMANG.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Okaylah. That wraps up the whole event for today. Before i start babbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Unholy Confessions by Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108358571478174591?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108358571478174591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108358571478174591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108358571478174591' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108347401245913722</id><published>2004-05-02T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T13:04:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh which webby host something like powerwebmusic? I know that serves is down but argh. My journal without background music is purely boring. Hmm anyway mendakness nari. Heh and that is worst than yesterday. Still have my POA homework, still have to study Maths formulas and still have to study Chemistry. But i feel so lazy though. Farhan sent me the Box Car song two days ago. Am addicted to it now. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today's Sis birthday. Dad bought cream cake instead of chocolate cake which is so not my taste. Rest assure i can finish the whole cake if it was chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Had this weird dream yesterday. I was in the toilet and i saw a pontianak which is so damn hodoh and someone dragged me out of the toilet. Cos i was like, so shocked and i kept pointing my finger at the direction of the thingy which just disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;Spooky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Letters to God by Box Car Racer&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108347401245913722?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108347401245913722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108347401245913722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347401245913722' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108341472425585413</id><published>2004-05-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:13:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siak. Sit at home, study Geography from 11am till 6pm. Wrote the notes and compiled my Sec3 notes with my Sec4 notes and combined them together. My hard work of writing the notes down. Hmm. Then got into a fight with my idiotic brother. I maki-maki him and threw my sister's wet tissue-paper at his face and he tarik my hair. Then i said something to my dad over the fone and he suddenly had this reaction like as if he regretted creating a commotion with me. PADAN MUKA. Mom was like so helpless, trying to cool both of us down. I was like, in a rage, throwing pencils at my brother and aiming them at his badan. &lt;br /&gt;Sister takes on revenge. And i felt good. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;B&gt;THREE DAYS GRACE&lt;/B&gt;'s being played on the radio pulak? WTF? Haha i've been listening to the band like what, 4 months ago? &lt;B&gt;Yeah yeah, another commercialized band?&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;And ish ish. I kept getting 2 junk mails from Faiz everytime whenever he's online. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Translating the Name by Saosin&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108341472425585413?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108341472425585413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108341472425585413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341472425585413' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108332698311768539</id><published>2004-04-30T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:14:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking Friday. Mendak+boring+cam sial. Wasn't in a good mood today anyway. Everything just seems to get in my way. Bummer. Took the same bus as Haikel early morning and went to school. Managed to complete my desired art sketch by the 3 Art Periods. Idiot sey. HRMPH! *i have no idea to what im saying the idiot to*  Then after school, attended S.S and POA mock exams.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;BYE LAH! No mood to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 10.07pm]&lt;/B&gt; Wow nowadays i am so into emocore sey. Haha.  :)  Must appreciate music mah, especially somelike like me who is so into emo-kinda-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Try Honesty by Billy Talent&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108332698311768539?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108332698311768539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108332698311768539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108332698311768539' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108324029624516124</id><published>2004-04-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:44:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;S&gt;Nurul made me addicted to the Rufio song again. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Guess what happened today? A Siglapian guy said "Bye bye" to me @ PasirRisLibrary today! Wee-ness! Hehe. Was walking past by him when he said bye-bye and i replied "byeeeee". I mean duh. But before that, i was oogling over him too so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that happened though.&lt;br /&gt;School was mendak today. Especially during Malay. Did another O' Level paper from previous year. Hmph. And we had to clear out our table and cupboards so we went home carrying our textbooks+files+workbooks like mofo, looking like the worst bunch of nerds you can ever bump into.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i guess that's it then. &lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH. I forgot to tell you yesterday that &lt;B&gt;I saw Ferhan @ Pasir Ris interchange&lt;/B&gt; again. Hmm. Why not &lt;I&gt;him&lt;/I&gt;  then? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I guess that shall wrap it up for today. Except that i'm waiting for something...&lt;/S&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited at 9.07pm]&lt;/B&gt; Sometimes eh, i just feel like crying when people get cranky with me. Or maki me. Or whatever that he/she did unpleasant things to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: She Cries by Rufio&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108324029624516124?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108324029624516124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108324029624516124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324029624516124' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108315476815576821</id><published>2004-04-28T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:13:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am chatting with Atai sekarang. OMG i just witnessed something which was fucking shocking okay. While we were walking to White Sands after our P.E, atai hanafee akram tarmizi fair and rafi[i think] were walking infront of us too. At this particular junction, the guys crossed the roads first when i saw &lt;B&gt;atai tergolek golek&lt;/B&gt; kat the road. OMG I TELL YOU TERPERANJAT BERUK SIAL! There were no cars that time but then, there was this black car heading towards him at a very fast speed when then the car horned at Atai and he kelam-kabut bangun. Get the chance to glimpse at the driver. Was a makcik. Too bad. Then the cad slowed-down and i guess the driver just looked at them in furious. Dangerous sia what atai did. I mean, he nearly got run over by the goddamn car sey. Scared the hell out of me. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, played badminton for P.E today. Missed playing it anyway. It's been a long time since i've even get hold of a racket until today. Haha. Played doubles against Azimah and Aisyah. Then played against Shahrina. Wahaha. Funny lah. And then, FLU hit me. Was sneezing like fuck during Geography. Satu badan sakit sey. Nurul said i looked sick during P.E. Now i am sick by the way. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;Eh i've been a very good girl lately. Have been helping people around nowadays.  :D  &lt;br /&gt;Got back Chemistry's class test about Pollution. I flunked sia, 1 mark till passing mark. Haiyah. Okay never mind i guess. Study harder lah next time. &lt;br /&gt;Argh i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 9.07pm]&lt;/B&gt; Just chatted with Khairul. Told me he might consider me having me as the vocalist for his ska-punk band. &lt;B&gt;WOOOOOOOO&lt;/B&gt;! HAHA tak sabar! But i've warned him ealier i can only make it to his jamming place some time around June after my Malay paper. Hmm. YEAH. ME THE VOCALIST. HOW COOL. =X&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this chance to be in a band. Wow. Like major.&lt;br /&gt;Opps and i guess i blew up with Khai. Ah. Yah. Egoistic Shikin. It's been me lah. As what as that IDROS said so. I HAVE HIGH LEVEL OF EGO-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song : You're Not Alone by MxPx&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108315476815576821?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108315476815576821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108315476815576821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108315476815576821' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108306764848240847</id><published>2004-04-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:33:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH! The song &lt;B&gt;My Life in the Knife&lt;/B&gt; by Boy Sets Fire is so damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU FALL BY LUCKY 7 ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 9.30pm]&lt;/B&gt; Oit Khai! Where are you? HMPH. U're not in MSN sey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108306764848240847?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108306764848240847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108306764848240847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108306764848240847' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108306632852755328</id><published>2004-04-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T19:49:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ish. Hafiz is like, chatting with me now, telling me he just reformatted his computer and he lost all his HC songs. HAIYOH. I'll cry man if dad just reformat the computer without informing me. Cos i've like, 20 video clips and over 50 MP3s inside my computer and some pictures too. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway school was manageable today. Maths was hectic. Mr Lee went through the Maths homework like as if he's rushing off to something. HAH. Cikgu marah-ed us for not doing Malay composition. Supposedly i have to hand in by the end of the day after Physics test but neh. I was lazy. But now i've done it cheers for me.  :)  Physics test was a blah. Although my note was with me but, i seem to lack certain information inside the my notes. And i guess i screwed up again this time. Boo yeah. *oh bro's playing LOTR:ROTK now* Anyway i have like, $15 right now and was thinking of buying another CD, after Yellowcard was *grumbles*. SO i shall buy. But what CD sey? I've got many many albums in my mind right now. &lt;br /&gt;Added Naim to my MSN list. Shall do something about it later. Or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And haha in school tadi, irritated Yayi by continuously sms-ing him. Heh. God i love irritating people. &lt;br /&gt;Malay O Level paper in like, 34 days time. Somehow felt perplexed when i stepped into my classroom and saw "34". Whoa, that was fast. &lt;br /&gt;AND MID YEAR EXAMINATION IS NEXT WEEK! Wake up, Shikin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what again? &lt;B&gt;Was caught by Mrs Ang again, for my short skirt&lt;/B&gt;. She went &lt;B&gt;"Girl, your skirt is still short ah"&lt;/B&gt;. Aiyoh. I can tell you ah, i almost died of embarrassment. Then lagi i was previously caught by her because of my &lt;B&gt;shoulder-bag, ankle-socks, short skirt, white rubber band and black bra&lt;/B&gt;. HAH. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;//song: Still Breathing by Stars Hide Fire&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108306632852755328?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108306632852755328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108306632852755328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108306632852755328' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108297959474062409</id><published>2004-04-26T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:44:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG SHIKIN. YOU ARE SO SCREWED SEKARANG. HOW CAN YOU EVER BE SO FUCKING DUMB? LOOK WHAT HE SAID TO YOU! Distinctively he's trying to prove something out of your life, Shikin. And noooo, you HAD to screw the whole thing up and ended up with a big fight. %^@#!$ And here you are, dumbly waiting by your handphone for his SMS and in hopes you'll scream thousands and thousands of maki-hamun. &lt;I&gt;Yeah typical me.&lt;/I&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;AND APER NI! &lt;B&gt;YELLOWCARD MAINSTREAMED&lt;/B&gt;! EARGH. &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE YET TO COMPLETE MY MALAY KARANGAN: UCAPAN! &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so melancholy. Half of me feels enraged while half of me feels doleful.&lt;br /&gt;This is so way pathetic. Physics test tomorrow. And i feel like murdering someone. Bloody idiot. Let us head to hell together you fool. Ah i'm feeling so effing bored. BORED to the maximum. Nothing much happened in school today. Actually thousand and one events happened but i'm sure there's those people who are &lt;I&gt;so&lt;/I&gt;  intrigued to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Kepala buto. &lt;br /&gt;HERH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 8.20pm]&lt;/B&gt; *scrunches up nose* Hmm. Parents not home yet. Good. Let them be out till 11pm. I want to take control over the computer. I love you *mwah*. And i'm waiting for someone to come online. *sigh* It's been a very long day actually and unfortunately it's only Monday. Dunno why but suddenly chatting with Farhan sekarang motivates me to semangat study Maths later after logging out. But see keadaan. Heh. Anyway i love love LOVE NEW FOUND GLORY K. &lt;br /&gt;Oh. Labour Day coming soon? Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song: Waiting For You By Shoe Size Nine&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108297959474062409?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108297959474062409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108297959474062409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108297959474062409' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108286431670091320</id><published>2004-04-25T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T12:56:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay like oh wow. My head is spinning with Physics formulae. From 9am till 11.30am, did constant notes for Physics and all those radiation + angle of incidence + sound is revolving inside. AH. One Piece is on.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's outing was fun. Faiz couldn't make it. Oh yeah. Then parted with Mas and Apis to join Mas's friend such as Jae, Saf, i-dunno-his-name and this dude which is so-uber cool. He made me laughed. Then ate again at BK. Wasn't feeling well cos i ate too much yesterday and decided to call the day off. So headed home instead. All alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how did the hiphop gig + paradigm gig went. Probably sucky + a worth. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry felt no mood to update anyway. Dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;KEPALA AKU SAKIT LAH. &lt;br /&gt;AND that toot messaged me semalam. AKU PEH PASAL LAH i want to go out with who. Who the hell are you to me sekarang. HMPH. Terwake up at 7am and saw his message. Terus takleh continue my beauty sleep siak lepas baca his SMS which came at midnight today. Troublesome guy. &lt;br /&gt;Farhan sent me 4 love songs yesterday. Heh. Very the romantic. Listening to those types of songs made my mood changed yesterday night all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Eh i'm sick okay. Temperature's burning up.&lt;br /&gt; Argh. And so you thought everything was perfect. School tomorrow. And i have homeworks which has YET to be completed. But i'm just lazy. Plain lazy. Yay i love Green Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And i don't know why i kept getting junk mails from Faiz&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song: Love on the Rocks with No Ice by The Darkness&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108286431670091320?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108286431670091320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108286431670091320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286431670091320' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108278050455078077</id><published>2004-04-24T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T12:27:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. It's 12-something. Shikin is feeling bored. Shikin has yet to siap for heading to town later but is lazy. Shikin chatted with Mirul just now. Mirul heading to town also with Jasman, Jalil and Yan. Shikin just received $10 from Mom for duit belanjer. Shikin feels irritated now cos someone messaged her yesterday night. Shikin feels that sms-es who came from that particular person spoils her mood today. Shikin hopes she might be able to bump into Shahrina and gang later for some new gossips. Shikin can't wait to watch Into the Mirror. Shikin hopes Faiz comes along. Shikin does not want to go home late. Shikin is afraid. Shikin is listening to Yellowcard, &lt;B&gt;the next band which is going to be publiciased in Singapore&lt;/B&gt;. Shikin wants to have a life. Shikin hopes she'll enjoys herself later on. But Shikin is deciding to either wear a black skirt or denim jeans. Shikin can't decide. Shikin wants someone to help her. Shikin wishes that _______ will die soon. Shikin hates him to the maximum. But Shikin still ____ _____. Shikin has yet to complete her Physics notes, from Secondary 3 to Secondary 4 topics. Shikin can die doing it.&lt;br /&gt;But Shikin is missing someone &lt;B&gt;online&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108278050455078077?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108278050455078077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108278050455078077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278050455078077' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108272217092303656</id><published>2004-04-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T20:25:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Yellowcard sekarang dah boleh didengar di Perfect 10? *fumes* Wasted sey buy the &lt;B&gt;Ocean Avenue&lt;/B&gt; CD like 1-2 week/s ago! HRMPH! &lt;br /&gt;I have this ickness of my favourite bands being commercialized to public. Haha. Call me a music-whore or slut but whatever it is, mainstream is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108272217092303656?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108272217092303656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108272217092303656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272217092303656' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108270891777950557</id><published>2004-04-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:52:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO AT LAST! My journal is back to its original layout! And all thanks to dear &lt;B&gt;MUHAMMAD ANAS KHAIRULNIZAM&lt;/B&gt; for helping me. *i owe khai something* Aww.  =)  Did you know i almost died of being unable to edit the htmls to my original layout? Yeah. Of course, impatient people like me will go screaming half way and give up. Duh. But luckily someone helped me. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;No Geography Mock Exams today. I'm supposed to collect the Geography workbooks and pass it to Mr Tan but oh well. I forgot? Nah i was lazy. Otherwise. Anyway there's like, 1001 things i would love to update you guys about but i'll get back to you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 5.41pm]&lt;/B&gt; So yesterday i saw Ferhan. Was queing up for 88 when i saw him queing up for 359. Heh. Wasn't sure it was him at first, but i was like practically noticing his side view and hint hint. He's in his school uniform. And yeah. It's him alright. Then frantically messaged Farhan about that issue. Heh. Homework berpiling. Have to do notes for Physics and Maths worksheets. Ish semakin mendekat O level semakin banyak sey homework. Bingit. And Malay lesson is getting more drier. Speaking of Malay, i also got Malay composition for homework. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, heading to town with Mas, Apis and Faiz tomorrow. Hope i'll have a blast and maybe bump into some of my friends who are attending the gig. &lt;br /&gt;Then during Art tadi, was abit bingit at something. Ish. Like i totally gave up on Art ah sekarang. What the hell sey i've practically no ideas for my Egyptian theme okay! Like, roll over the floor or play dead ah. HRMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song: The Reason by Hoobastank&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108270891777950557?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108270891777950557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108270891777950557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270891777950557' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108254733922110461</id><published>2004-04-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:39:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh pukimak asal layout aku jadi gini sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108254733922110461?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108254733922110461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108254733922110461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254733922110461' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108237388682399158</id><published>2004-04-19T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:40:18.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was feeling abit &lt;B&gt;emo&lt;/B&gt; earlier on. Dunno why. Suddenly thoughts abt something came rushing to me. &lt;br /&gt;So let's start from the beginning of the day. Had S.S and seriously, i still have no freaking idea to what Singapore has the similarities/differences if were to compare with Hong Kong's housing. Like ohmygod. Screw me or something. Miss Yap was absent. Had 2 free periods to ourselves.[By the way, alamak! English hw!] Then had Maths. Haha yay! I can finally conclude that i understand 80&amp; of translation, shear, stretch and rotation. &lt;br /&gt;Physics was okay-okay. Qiqi was telling Haikel about she want to gantung and i think she shouldn't do that. Cos let her maintain her popularity of being the only rudegirl from our school. Cey. Skip skipppp... POA. Erk. Boring. Then Art. Mdm Hariati let us off 5 minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So was lepak2 at the school library after school. And there was Fair, Akram, Ismail, Dhai and Firdaus. Biaserlah. The usuals "Mail, Shikin lah!" and i'll reply "Azimah, Fair lah!" Hahaha hilarious i tell you. And Firdaus kongajar sey! Haha he went "Shikin ape lagi, Mail kat situ!" WAHLAU! Mwahahaha. So in the end, skipped Maths remedial. Was lazy to attend and by the way thought of doing S.S notes but headed to Tampines instead.&lt;br /&gt;So there was me shahrina hazwani azimah and syahida. Went to Challengers cos Shahrina had to inquire about something relating to her computer. Then went to This Fashion. Erk. I was like so disgusted at the clothes that i went "EEEE! Baju nonya2 sey!" And guess what? There's this 3 BNSS girls, standing near me, burst out laughing. Haha mulut laser~ So anyways then headed to TM. Mats and minahs. Herh. I think i saw my old friend but malas ah nak go up to him and say hi. Haha. So then headed to CS. Bumped into Zulfiqar[Red Cross] and Haffizzudin! EEEEE! MAJOR EEEE SIA! Haha i laffed like fuck sey when we bumped into them at Montip! It's so funny okay! And we girls were like... laughing. Roll over the floor or something okay!&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, shahrina and me kept waving at unknown people from our seats. Only to handsome mats/guys. Heh. Then they'll just look at us with their blur expressions fixed to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I was like so kecoh okay tadi! One minute i'll be laughing over some silly jokes. Kecoh sia.&lt;br /&gt;Talking crap. Azimah said something about MODS and 4 bus stops before i alighted, Haikel boarded the bus. =) And we saw Nurul with him too. Aww... &lt;br /&gt;No homework for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song: Donna by FM Static&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108237388682399158?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108237388682399158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108237388682399158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108237388682399158' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108217502843025379</id><published>2004-04-17T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T19:36:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Natalia Hermawan&lt;/B&gt; added me to Friendster! Haha. It's been a very long time since she left Singapore to Indonesia! Hmm. And i did her a testimonial. So merepek, me trying to speak Bahasa Indonesia. Heh, well at least i tried.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday slept at 1am, cos was occupying myself reading The Diary of Anne Frank. Was interesting like hell and the book shows pictures of what Nazis did to the Jews. Ish ish. Gruesome betol. &lt;br /&gt;Not heading out today. Cos i'm broke and i've got a lot of homework to be completed. Malay Comp + English Report + Art. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was thinking of busying the Used CD. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 7.35pm]&lt;/B&gt; Wahlau. That Rasmus song is stuck in my head since afternoon. Humph. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did my Art sketches in like, 1 hour ago. Locked myself up in my parent's bedroom since they have Hi-5 inside. Played the &lt;B&gt;Somewhere Out there&lt;/B&gt; song by Our Lady Peace. Was so emo for awhile that i stopped doing my sketches and just stared out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song: In the Shadows by The Rasmus&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108217502843025379?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108217502843025379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108217502843025379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217502843025379' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108210834377597754</id><published>2004-04-16T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:30:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogspot got hung on me. Was typing my entry when suddenly the mouse isn't moving and the screen went flickering. And it hanged. *grumbles* So now i have to restart updating all over again. Stupid Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, why so hot sey nowadays? Why? Is it because the whole in the ozone layer is getting bigger everyday? Even when i'm typing, i'm perspiring like mofo although the ceiling fan is set to full speed. I have yet to bathe anyway. It's getting on my nerves sey. Everyday kat school, from the 1st floor to 4th floor where 4e4 was located, unfortunately, mesti berpeluh cam badak baru berendam sey. Haha. Not that close though. &lt;br /&gt;Received a sms from someone 11pm yesternight. Was infuriated about it. Didn't bother to even reply it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 9.20pm]&lt;/B&gt; Hmph. New layout again. Heh. Kinda like this one's best. SO PRETTY with the animated thingy above! *gushes* Took almost 2 hours doing the fucking re-editing the fucking HTMLS and everything. So pening sey. But never mind. After school tadi, stayed back with shahrina cos she wanted to practice her dance skills. Syahmi was choreographing on how to dance like a ballerina while Shamin was practicing the dance steps according to the song &lt;B&gt;I Believe&lt;/B&gt; OST Honey. Now let me assure you, &lt;B&gt;I AM NOT PART OF THEIR TALENTIME GROUP&lt;/B&gt;. Okay. So was there, just watching them practice. But they have yet to think of dance steps. Geddit?  &lt;br /&gt;Then we had our mock exams. Social Studies was alright but not for POA. Bummer. What's with the commission revenue and incurred expese? ARGH. Worst still, we did those papers in 3e2 classroom which was small and humid. Yeark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : My Direction by Sum 41&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108210834377597754?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108210834377597754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108210834377597754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108210834377597754' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108203223007772072</id><published>2004-04-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:11:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was a 'happening day' for me. School was basically fun, especially during Maths. Mr Lee gave me a lollipop although i failed my Maths Mock Exam Paper but i seemed to try. Or that's what he said. Malay was dry. Argh. So after school, me and Fareha met up with Yan Mirul and Jasman!!! Haha. We 5 headed to Peninsula cos Yan wanted to buy mesh cap. An Osiris mesh cap to be precise. So then lepak at Funan IT Mall's McDonalds for like, 1 hour? And headed to HMV in the end to check out some CDs. And saw this cute guy wearing baju Rancid and a blue mesh cap. Heh. So cute. Was eyeing at him practically. Hanging out with them was a pleasure. Heh. That Jasman, kept cracking me up with his jokes about ITE life and Secondary School life. Lepak sey dorang tiga. Was so fun okay. Except Zul couldn't make it, i think. But too bad Jalil and Zul couldn't make it. Heh maybe next time. Or so.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there's Social Studies and POA Mock Exams tomorrow. Till 5 pm. On a Friday afternoon. With the hot and humid weather. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;And in the train from Tanah Merah, this group of PRCS girls boarded the train and the whole long journey, they talked about being a rudegirl and all. Kau merepek siak, got one girl she went "Eh eh aku nak jadi RudeGirl sey! Two Tone SEY! BAJU LAWAH LAK TU! TAPI KNOWLEDGE TAK BLAJAR. DRESS UP AJER SUDAH." Ish ish. Ini kah attitude budak-budak nowadays? Tak sedar diri tol. Then i looked at that girl semacam and when i turned their friends were all looking at me. Just rolled my eyes at them. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Not that i have anything against them but the way they said it out, nasib baiklah takde any dak2 yg berculture near us or maner tahu....&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Heh.&lt;/I&gt;  Now busy chatting with Yan, Farhan, Mas, Fareha and Anwar at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Buried Myself Alive by The Used&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108203223007772072?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108203223007772072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108203223007772072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203223007772072' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108194244901534082</id><published>2004-04-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:12:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hair is now short. Like stylo milo gitu. Wow. I LOVE IT. AND YES. Got a new haircut. I simply love the way the salon smells and the water which was being sprayed onto my hair. The way the water prickled onto my skin and the way it feels... so cold yet so refreshing. Against my skin... dripping... onto my hair.&lt;br /&gt;So my hairdresser was the bubbly one. Pretty, well-educated and cute. But of course, she's a woman. Duh. From the start she cut my hair till the end... we kept on talking and talking. Heh. It was okay though. But the thing that irks me was the radio which was tuned into a Chinese station. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, presentation tomorrow. Gonna read the lyrics from Rufio's &lt;B&gt;She Cries&lt;/B&gt;. Interesting eh? &lt;I&gt;Alone she cries...&lt;/I&gt;.  Should be fun though. With my new haircut and all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after school headed to Tampines cos Syahidah wanted a hair cut. So there was me, shahrina, azimah, hazwani and syahidah, boarding the bus 3 when we saw Abdillah and Wan Gendut. Sat with them, we're the ones who were the most noisiest passengers on board. Wan kept PULLING my hair. Irritating okay. Stuffs and conversations happened in between too.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were talking about Iswandy and everything. Alighted at the stop, and in the end, me hazwani and azimah headed to Tampines Mall cos we decided not to wait for Syahidah at all, since Shahrina teman-ed her already. So there we were, the 3 of us, casually strolling around TM. Saw some minahs and mats, &lt;B&gt;like some bigfucks&lt;/B&gt;. So merepek. And we bumped into Abdillah and Wan Gendut again, standing outside the Cheers shop. And there were these groups of minahs smoking and ew. I hate the way they dressed up and everything. It's like, ew! So ketat! Babat tiga puluh tingkat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole thing, walked by the interchange and guess what? Bumped into Abdillah and Wan Gendut AGAIN. But this time a girl and this handsome-cutest-boyish-ever guy were with them too. HEH. And they boarded the same bus as us. Irresistable. Saw many many ITE TAMPINES people. Was searching the whole interchange[well, not the WHOLE LAH, some parts only. Interchange big mah.] for ______. But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;CME was fun today. Shahrina being the kecoh-est... I showed her Imran's friendster profile and she was practically squealing and everything. Haish. Then saw Khairudeen's profile. Haha and we both agreed to the fact that he was hot like whoa. Anyway other than that, the day simply was fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;Read through Eliza's journal. Haha. Congrats to her on being in a relationship with an AU guy. Wow that was fast of her. Kinda funny. Am missing her abit. The girl who loves Clay Aiken to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Lipgloss &amp; Letdown by A Static Lullaby&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108194244901534082?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108194244901534082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108194244901534082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194244901534082' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108185692164720522</id><published>2004-04-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:12:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. No P.E tomorrow cos i managed to pass all my 5 items + 2.4 km run. Yayness. Was kinda glad that those who passed will be excused from P.E for 2 weeks. It's like. WOW. So yesterday and today, not many interesting events happened. Except that me and Haikel took the 88 bus which was freaking late and as to that, Haikel didn't manage to do his presentation. And urm. There was this Siglap Guy who kept making eye contacts with me... Nah. Shall not include the details here. &lt;br /&gt;I can barely understand Maths nowadays. Stupid Shear factor. Urm and stretch. Like what is up with that. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway Mid-Year in like, 2-3 weeks? Yeah. Better study like fuck in the future. Ah yes. Hafiz said i missed all the fun cos i missed the E.M.O Gig which was on last Sunday. NO FAIR. NEVER MIND! Haha. Got no teman mah, takkan nak go sorang sorang sey. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;No latest gossips. Haha. Same old story. About BGR lah, friend's lah, hatred lah. Wow macam macam conspiracy ade. Hmph. And that fucker. Wahlau. TAKNAK say about that idiot kat sini. &lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday, planned to go watch movie In the Mirror. Hope that movie is at least a worth to watch or scream about. If then i'll be wasting my money on some idiot show which has no sense of storyline at all. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah. Yesterday my aunt, who's a lawyer, called me. Said she was doing a case which involves 3 students from my school. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Divine Intervention by Autopilot Off&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108185692164720522?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108185692164720522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108185692164720522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108185692164720522' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108168318169434432</id><published>2004-04-11T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:14:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems hard. Somehow. Everything. From the start till the end. &lt;B&gt;I feel so broken up and i give up. Just wanna tell you so you know&lt;/B&gt;. Maybe some things aren't meant to be together. I'll never take back my words or those phrases or sentences i once said to you. I won't regret over this and i hope so do you. I'm living in a fake world and everything around me seems to be believing. Maybe if you could only just once gave me a chance to talk and explain what's going on nowadays. It's hard for me to keep up with the pace and i hope that someday, we'll meet again and then you'll look in my eyes and call me your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Only One by Yellowcard&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108168318169434432?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108168318169434432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108168318169434432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168318169434432' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108165369395973838</id><published>2004-04-11T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:15:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's okay to be angry and never let go&lt;br /&gt;It only gets harder the more that you know&lt;br /&gt;When you get lonely if no one's around&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down&lt;br /&gt;We came together but you left alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know how it feels to walk out on your own&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108165369395973838?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108165369395973838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108165369395973838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165369395973838' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108155919805619664</id><published>2004-04-10T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:15:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i need help onto why my entry size is large and the spaces in between the line margine is so damn wide. Yay. Yellowcard's CD within my reach any hours from now. While @ Borders, planning to check out Fall Out Boy's CD as well. I had a nightmare yesterday night. Hard to believe it was with someone whom I knew and someone... *went away cursing that bloody person* Makes me url whenever come to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 9:46pm]&lt;/B&gt; YAY! Ocean Avenue is so way mine! Didn't buy it at Borders, instead at HMV Heeren. Was frantically calling Zulfadli up, asking him where oh were... cos i didn't come down all the way to Orchard and instead to find no Ocean Avenue. By the way, saw 3 cute guys. *winks at Fareha* Handsome you. I was standing side by side to them, reading this Guitar World Magazine cos Taking Back Sunday was in. Didn't notice them at first but whoah, when i turned to my left. *licks lips* Hot. Sexy. One with short and old-skool hair. Wow. Breathtaking. Walked away from then, looked back, and saw the hot-sexy-shortandoldskoolhair looking at me. Marvellous. So yeah. Obviously HMV didn't sell Fall Out Boy's CD. Bummer. So yeah. Basically... just... drool over those 3 guys while at town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Saved your Life by Army of Me&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108155919805619664?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108155919805619664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108155919805619664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155919805619664' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108140715403801983</id><published>2004-04-08T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:16:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah. Supposed to attend school today but i was sick. Anyway my whole body is aching like fuck so when alarm clock rang, hit the clock and went back to sleep. Woke up @ 11am. And now my head is dizzy. Asides from that, I'm supposed to meet Idros today. But i don't know. He's back to his old ways, always "Cannot make it" style. I mean whatever okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Secrets that i should have not known, past life which i should not be intrigued in the first place&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Bottom of a Bottle by Smile Empty Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108140715403801983?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108140715403801983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108140715403801983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140715403801983' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108134253061269191</id><published>2004-04-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:16:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://blindedheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hezwan&lt;/a&gt;. Took this picture from his photoalbum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4da22b3127ccebbb000289c0f0000000610"/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;INDRAWAN IS IN THE PICTURE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Hating Every Beautiful Day by Sugarcult&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108134253061269191?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108134253061269191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108134253061269191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134253061269191' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108073416363357776</id><published>2004-03-31T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:18:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod. My head is throbbing and spinning like hell. Had P.E just now and YAYNESS! &lt;B&gt;I passed my 2.4km run with a freakin 16:40 minutes!&lt;/B&gt;. Urm, just being excited cos i've never ever ever run in 16 minutes for my 2.4km in my whole secondary school life. So yeah. OMG OMG OMG! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;But seriously though. Running under the hot freaking 3.45pm sun is something not what we're looking for, but fortunately, there's the breeze! Yeah. Shall feel glad now. Cos next week shall be 5 items.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the comp lab for Moral Education... blah blah blah... Maths lesson was okay okay. Still confused over reflaction and shear. Sucker. But anyway, Art was funny. Haha. Aisyah temaned me to go to the next Art Room since 5n2 was there and as we passed by the sink-area, saw Hanafee cuci tangan. Heh. So then Aisyah asked Mdm Lina's permission to take our canvas painting and i saw Zairul standing on the table with plastic-aprons on, trying to be a hero, i think. *think* Anyway, i took the canvas and while we were about to exit the room, Firdaus said to me and at first i thought was "Bola" and i went "Huh?!" and guess what he said? &lt;B&gt;"Kaki hanafee berbulu"&lt;/B&gt;. And guess what i said? "A ah kaki berbulu!" *laughs out loud* That's when i remembered the dare i SUPPOSEDLY had to do to HANAFEE last year! But unfortunately, being me yang baik-baik, tak jadi do the dare and did another dare instead. Kekek sey. Haha. Those Sec 3 years. Haha ohmygod i love dares now. &lt;br /&gt;So then after completing our work, had to return the canvas and Aisyah temaned me again. Saw Hanafee by the sink &lt;I&gt;again&lt;/I&gt;.  And when we were about to exit saw Firdaus coming in and he went something like "Tgkkan hanafee ajer..". *stares*&lt;br /&gt;Okay urm... &lt;br /&gt;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108073416363357776?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108073416363357776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108073416363357776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108073416363357776' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108065164617318071</id><published>2004-03-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:18:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Condolences to Siti. For the passing of her grandfather. =(&lt;br /&gt;My head feels dizzy now. It's heavy and berputar-ing. Waha. I mean seriously. Like want to pengsan. And it's throbbing okay. Any homework for today? No? Okay later shall layan Idros then. Hmm... school was okay for today. For once, Chemistry lesson was fun, with Mrs Grace Lee showing us videos when lithium was added with water, but the whole class was excited when ceasarium[sp? haha have no idea] the reactivity series go on blah blah blah... Yeap. Then had POA. Dunno what's up with Mrs Ng. Keep picking on May Fen almost every single POA lesson. Ish ish. Managed to save $10. Was wondering what the hell shall i buy when i have more than $50 cos i have a whole list of CDs to be bought.&lt;br /&gt;Another part is... i miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Empty Apartment by Yellowcard&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108065164617318071?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108065164617318071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108065164617318071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065164617318071' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108056393338687561</id><published>2004-03-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:20:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday Blues. This song has been in my head since early morning. Anyway, halfway completed my homework. &lt;br /&gt;Have decided the lyrics to be read out for our English presentation. Anyway, Imp reminded me that this Saturday, there's a gig happening @ Youth Park and he invited me to go along with him, but sadly... SuperTeen. &lt;br /&gt;Yeap then on the way to school, &lt;a href="http://www.skantilydun.blogspot.com"&gt;Zul&lt;/a&gt; took the same bus as me. Lol. And teman-ed him all the way to the Pasir Ris interchange and went to school with Haikel and Fattah in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108056393338687561?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108056393338687561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108056393338687561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056393338687561' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108030686140878146</id><published>2004-03-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:19:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All Change is nice. God, that Hafiz sent 2 of his band's song. Nice! *hums along the song* Anyway, not going to Gig after all. I mean, god. My cousin is sick, for goodness sake. Got it from her lil bro and sis. Pity. *smirks* Hahaha. Completed my Malay assignment and yeah, well. &lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;// song : All Change by Never 2 Late&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108030686140878146?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108030686140878146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108030686140878146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030686140878146' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108020027136253661</id><published>2004-03-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:16:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Okay so urm. It's becoming a bit confusing here. I have no idea what is going on right now. I'm lost somehow. Asides from that, yeah well... There's a million other things i do worry about okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[Edited @ 7.55pm]&lt;/B&gt; Listening to &lt;B&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/B&gt;'s Warmness on the Soul made me cry easily nowadays. Mofo. I regret doing this. Emo emo emo emo, come take over me or something. Let me cry like as if i'm mourning over someone's death. Cry cry cry. Tears. Hot, streaming down my face, with Story of the Year playing right now.  &lt;br /&gt;My soul feels bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;@song : Until the Day i die by Story of The Year&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108020027136253661?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108020027136253661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108020027136253661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020027136253661' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638374.post-108004106121284459</id><published>2004-03-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:16:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Got my results back. Not that bad. I mean, yeah. I managed to pass Maths but at the same time flunk my Science and a disappointing mark for Geography + English. Argh it's just the CA for goodness sake and i'm worrying like fuck here. Anyhoos. No Art Club today. Woo. It kills. And guess what? Screw tomorrow cos there's 2.4km practice. Argh. Yuck. Ladida. &lt;br /&gt;I hate this. It's fake okay. Everything is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6638374-108004106121284459?l=slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108004106121284459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6638374/posts/default/108004106121284459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slamdangshesabang.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004106121284459' title=''/><author><name>shikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066957605156713929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
