<?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-8243695925087564586</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:02.402+08:00</updated><category term='therapy'/><category term='happenings'/><category term='MYE 07`'/><category term='T/Kdrama'/><category term='flag day'/><category term='SPCA'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='post-exam-activities'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='movies'/><category term='matters of the heart'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='sports'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='big&apos;O&apos;s'/><category term='up personal'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='dates to remember'/><category term='health'/><category term='daily happenings'/><category term='tastebuds'/><title type='text'>ME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6017314080760654428</id><published>2008-01-01T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:11:14.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOVED&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6017314080760654428?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6017314080760654428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6017314080760654428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6017314080760654428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6017314080760654428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2008/01/moved-d.html' title=''/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-987404820072158459</id><published>2007-12-31T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:54:05.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I'm going home today. Yeah. Though I'm a little upset about something, I think I'm looking forward to going home. Nevermind about that.. Let me just backtrack the past days...&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Auckland safe and sound. But, geez, it was almost midnight. Only Mic was there to fetch me. Looking at the time, I was kind of grateful that my aunt and uncle didn't take pains to come down to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. The cool thing about Mic is that he has 3 names. One English, one Malay and one Chinese. CooL! Michael, Mikhail and ZhaoFeng. He only allowed me to call him Michael. Pfft. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I wasn't feeling so good. Probably it is the jet lag. Justin said erm it could be horrible... as in vomitting and headache. Mine was just a slight fever and a super throbbing headache killer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check in at Auckland City Hosp. Had a check up, got admitted and whoola! I'm in. Fever went down after some I-don't-know-what, anti-biotics maybe? Shrugs. The op began around 4pm if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say that I'm still alive after 'zoning out' for 2days [according to mic]. Haha. Aunt Maria and Uncle Richard came by after work and left after visting hours. Mic came by later. I guess it didn't feel like my bedtime yet so I didn't feel like sleeping. Mic let me use his lappy while he was happily snoring away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiq and Gabriel happened to be online then. Fiq was erm complaining and updating me with stuff. She's the spoilsport. After all the complaining, she went offline. ZZZ. Chat with G until Mic had to leave for his classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to talk to familiar people when I feel quite lost somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The stars are simply breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Stare at the ceiling all day. Mic brought his fiance along. Her name's Sarah/Sara. I have no idea if there's a 'H' behind. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can wheel myself around in the wheelchair. Haha. Not that I mind the nurse helping me out, but I'd rather learn how to do it myself. I do get stuck in the toilet a lot of times. Haha. And I do take a loooooooong time in the bathroom too. Other than that, I use my time to wheel myself to the nursery and see all the babies or I go to the 25th floor to look at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I get the warm fuzzy feeling when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discharged! Along with that wheelchair of mine. I have to come back for a few sessions of therapy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpack several stuff. I think I'm getting pretty good with the wheelchair. I heard Sarah/Sara 's family was coming over for Christmas dinner. Yeah, finally I get to see and talk to ang mohs up close eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was already in the Christmas mood. Went shopping [them, not me]. Mic said he wanted to cheer me up so we went to the saloon and got our hair permed. AHHH! It was super funny. I kept on laughing and laughing non-stop. Aunt Maria and Uncle Rich were also laughing their heads off when they saw us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Went for therapy. Aunt Maria brought me to the park in the evening before dinner. It has a nice ambience; unlike Spore's parks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed everytime after dinner, the whole family would sit down together to have some fruits and talk about their day. I read about this before; it's to erm 'tighten' family bond. Yeah well, of course they would do this sort of thing since Aunt Maria is a counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever since I was discharged, she kept on asking me of my opinions and feelings about kids. There was one... 'How did you feel when you saw those babies in the nursery?' I went just like ..'How did you know I went to the nursery?' Very 'co-operative' eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I know it was for my own good but some things I'd rather not share. If I hadn't known better, I'd probably think that she's rubbing salt into my wound =/&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After therapy, I went to the park. I just sat there for a few hours looking and seeing everything around me. At night, I would go out to the backyard and look at the stars. Haha. Somehow, it offers me solitude.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for Christmas after therapy. I couldn't find the penguin that I wanted. All of the penguins there were kind of hard. So I just thought maybe I could shop for it when I get back to Spore. I bought myself a pair of shoes. I prefer the Puma shoes but it was not within my budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shopping, me, mic and sarah/sara went to Wendy's to eat. The food there was superb! Haha. I like it there. Mic was happily taking a picture when his camera dropped into the chilli crab soup. EEEEE. Yeah, very good. My pictures inside that camera was all destroyed. WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was quite upset about it that Sarah/Sara bought him a new camera ON THE SPOT. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I have no idea how many times I heard that. In the morning, only aunt maria and uncle rich went to church. Lazy mic said he don't go to church since he don't believe that God exists and whatnots. Oh well. I didn't go as well since no one woke me up. Lol. It would be another eye-opener though if I went. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mid day, all of us went to central to see the Christmas parade. WHOA. My first time watching a parade live. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle rich was singing christmas carols all day. I wonder if he gets tired of singing it xP i wanted to help aunt maria in the kitchen but my leg wasn't cooperating very well so.. whatever. BUT! I helped her cut up the turkey [or was it a goose?] into pieces after it was roasted. She was like, 'Do you know how to cut it up? the parts near the bones are very tough. Can you handle it?' OF COURSE CAN! Haha. I watched how Jamie Oliver cut it up before. So I learn it all on teevee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with Audrey for a while before dinner. Ahh` When was it since I last talk to someone back home? Shrugs. Anyway, we talked about a lot of stuff and there were STILL quite a lot of things we have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging of gifts were fun. Mine was mainly chocolates. I bet they thought that chocolates can cheer girls [me included, apparently] up. That is so stereotype, imo. In any way, I do appreciate their kind thoughts. Come on, it's the thoughts that counts :D&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ice skating with mic and sarah. Haha. I feel like a noobie, falling numerous times even when mic and sarah were holding my hands. After 2hours of skating, I could balance a little. A little only. They said that I should at least know how to rollerblade. Pft. I remember that I wanted to go rollerblading with Audrey but erm it was a rainy season =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt, hands, knees and legs are sore.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Spend almost my whole day+night at the backyard looking at the sky and think. &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much again. Did the same thing as yesterday, just that aunt maria talked to me about this and that. &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite upset about something. The list of cheer up-s was helpful (:&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the backyard again. This time, I brought along some papers and pen to write some stuff. Collecting thoughts in the head can be a bit too heavy sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, I shred those papers and dispose of them in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with Justin while I was packing up my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I like wearing those flair skirts here. Haha. It's nice. But I don't know if I might continue to like wearing them back in Spore. xP&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-987404820072158459?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/987404820072158459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=987404820072158459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/987404820072158459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/987404820072158459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/believe-it-or-not-im-going-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3820290337916401804</id><published>2007-12-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:58:34.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>byebye</title><content type='html'>A little more packing to do after packing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a long day, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3820290337916401804?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3820290337916401804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3820290337916401804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3820290337916401804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3820290337916401804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/byebye.html' title='byebye'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8151526602394980730</id><published>2007-12-13T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:57:23.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>when i'm gone by click five</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="165" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkNJx6VQs08&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkNJx6VQs08&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="238"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the latest addition to my playlist; When I'm Gone by Click Five. Haha. I happen to chance upon it while I was searching for some other songs. The lyrics is not bad.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of dedicating it to some friends. Hope they'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well... if they miss it on air, they can just listen it here&lt;br /&gt;=] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8151526602394980730?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8151526602394980730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8151526602394980730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8151526602394980730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8151526602394980730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-im-gone-by-click-five.html' title='when i&apos;m gone by click five'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5567247822213733104</id><published>2007-12-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:22:04.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting today. Just laze around, listening to music and do more reading. Haha. What a 'healthy' lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever went down already. Wooh! So happy. Haha. But MrDoc said it might just go up again since my immune system is conked up. Ha Ha. My eyes are getting tired very easily, no idea why though. It's like when I'm reading suddenly my eyes feel very painful and hot. It starts to get all watery and it keep flowing down, making me look as if I'm crying. Closing my eyes for a moment or so helps. At times only.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5567247822213733104?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5567247822213733104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5567247822213733104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5567247822213733104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5567247822213733104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8579046441568207267</id><published>2007-12-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:43:52.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>sore eye</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO! Woke up today with a one bloody red eye and one prefectly normal eye; sore eyes. Thus, I purposely wore my red specs to work to camouflage the sore eye. LoL! Fever is still fluctuating so I still have hope =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, went for mom's birthday dinner. The dishes were super delicious. But again... I couldn't finish the food on my plate. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, since I'm leaving on Friday, I told Ms Yong that it would be better if I quit. But she said she would not hear of it. Woah! She'll regard it as a long term leave. So good! Haha. I'm feeling a little happy because I read HanYang a book for the last time upon his request despite the pile of worksheets continuing to stack up, waiting for me to mark (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8579046441568207267?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8579046441568207267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8579046441568207267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8579046441568207267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8579046441568207267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/hohoho-woke-up-today-with-one-bloody.html' title='sore eye'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4597097841308412805</id><published>2007-12-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:40:06.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>enchanted</title><content type='html'>I guess I was feeling under the weather but I still went out to shop for mom's birthday present and watch Enchanted. Haha.. I have to admit that movie has its charm and humour. It was worth it with all that laughter. Mom's present was a decorated 'concrete' of some sort with the words carved on it: &lt;em&gt;If all mothers are flowers, I'd pick you&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I just hope she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I returned, well.... I had a boiling temperature. Not literally though. Haha. Thank god the throat wasn't being a pain in the ass. It still hurts but not as much. Probably I'd have to thank G for praying for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hard truth was that... I couldn't make it to the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. MrDoc said if the fever doesn't subside by the time I leave, trip will be postpone. Yadayadayada... That bird flu thing and whatnots. No use complaining ad rambling on about it so I'll get better, no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4597097841308412805?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4597097841308412805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4597097841308412805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4597097841308412805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4597097841308412805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted.html' title='enchanted'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6556368343113883170</id><published>2007-12-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:56:10.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>working at kumon</title><content type='html'>ZhenSheng is more of a friend to me than any of the kids there, I guess. Ms Yong even said that he's being able to open up more ever since I worked there. Thus, making me work a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met noticed him was when I was reading this funny story to the small kids and I saw him hanging around doing nothing. So I just asked him if he wanted to join us. Yeah, though he was a lot older than the nursery kids, he came and sit with us. Ever since then, he would come to me asking questions, talk about any random topic or just hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks sharing the same table made me pick up on the peeps' habits. Kezia will tend to cry when she does the same question over and over again and still gets the wrong answer. Stasia likes to daydream while doing her worksheets. HanYang is the temperamental one; he's always sitting on my lap while doing corrections or while I'm reading a book aloud. ZhenSheng likes to spin his pen whenever he thinks. Haha. I guess I mistaken G's newly-mastered pen trick with his when he showed the same trick to me on Tuesday. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other time before the kids leave, Kezia and HanYang will give me a peck on a cheek. Stasia would tell me that she'll try not to daydream next time, but still does it anyway. ZhenSheng would say, 'I'll see you on ____ same time okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And just like every other time, I would smile at Kezia and HanYang and say goodbye. I would tell Stasia, 'Make sure you don't daydream okay?' I would just smile and nod at ZhenSheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although kids like Kezia and HanYang made me realise what I couldn't have...&lt;br /&gt;Although the pay was so-so...&lt;br /&gt;Although the job requires a lot of patience...&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say that all of them really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6556368343113883170?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6556368343113883170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6556368343113883170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6556368343113883170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6556368343113883170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/working-at-kumon.html' title='working at kumon'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6084028580427962040</id><published>2007-12-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:27:28.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>out wif ADFGY</title><content type='html'>Alarm set off at 8.30am. It must be a joke man since I woke up 2hours later. Took my own sweet time to bathe and dry my hair. Yeah, everything screamed 'TAKE YOUR OWN SWEET TIME'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until I had a look at the train route-map and counted how many stops I had before reaching Ocrhard. Haha. I guess it hit me hard that I was going to be super late that I started rushing for the train which was leaving. I guess every newbie has to start somewhere in erm... an uncommon surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Audrey and YiQi was already there when I arrived. Haha.. approximately 20min late. Talked talked talked while waiting for Gabriel, who was apparently later than me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Pepper Lunch was on Daniel. The food was not bad. I liked the meat the most; tender and spicy. I don't know what gave me away but Gabriel was shaking his head when I felt like giving up on finishing my food. By now, I'm not really sure how to differentiate between a cooked and a raw &lt;s&gt;taugey&lt;/s&gt; bean sprout. They taste the same to me. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Golden Compass after lunch. I was dozing off a little at the beginning. It gets more exciting towards the end. I guess it's when the action starts kicking in. The ending was hanging in the air... So I shall be expecting a sequel. A more exciting sequel, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys wanted to head home and sleep after the movie. LOL. Can't really blame them though. I was also feeling a little worned out. In the end, we all just went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Pictures later. Haha. Not many anyway.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I'm giving up &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the iron pills. They suck to the core. And I'm confessing that to my parents when I have the courage to do so =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6084028580427962040?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6084028580427962040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6084028580427962040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6084028580427962040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6084028580427962040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-wif-adfgy.html' title='out wif ADFGY'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-1528093314025776064</id><published>2007-12-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:35:09.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>what thoughts really are</title><content type='html'>Sometimes thoughts get too heavy and weighs down on people's minds. I guess the best solution is to pen it down. There are many outlets to penning the thoughts down, from pen and paper to blogs. Somehow, those papers filled with thoughts are booked up with a safe lock and the posts on the blogs need passwords to be accessed. Plainly, I think it's because some thoughts are meant to share with the world while some thoughts are just meant to be kept to oneself and his/her close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought it through and through;&lt;br /&gt;A book and a pen are something I'm going to shop for.&lt;br /&gt;Without the lock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-1528093314025776064?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/1528093314025776064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=1528093314025776064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1528093314025776064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1528093314025776064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-thoughts-really-are.html' title='what thoughts really are'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6179050093882151082</id><published>2007-11-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:58:30.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>prom: the black and white affair</title><content type='html'>I knew it wasn't looking good. The sprained ankle and the pain just added more oil to the fire. But still, tonight's prom! Haha. When I say I'd tide through, I really did. Had a blast too, I think x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride in MuYing's dad's car. Went up with Anna &amp;amp; SiJie. We're forever 'You go first'. Haha! To end the 'you go first'-s, SiJie will just hook my hand and walk together. Nice` Oh yea, the lady asked me for my register number and I went 'erms.. erms.. is it 19? or 9?' TSK! Not even half a year after I graduated and I forget my register number already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the whole function started, all the songs from the album Black and White was played. I guess it coincides with the theme; The Black and White Affair. Anna was singing along to some of the songs. Claps claps! So pro` I think I know only the chorus-es of some songs only xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. the table was just me, Anna, SiJie, HupSong&amp;amp;co. It was nice company. YanJie used the wine glass on the table to let me hear something. Woa! The sound was heavenly. Food wasn't anything fancy. Drink was lime juice. Hah. The joke was that I didn't even know what drink it was until I wanted a second serving. I think I looked quite alarmed that Anna and SiJie keep asking if I was okay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw was so _&lt;u&gt;(fill in the blank)_&lt;/u&gt;. Most of the winners came from 4e7. Old Man won the lucky draw also! I'll probably bug him later. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition for the title of Prom King and Queen was ha-ha. The guys had to dance while the girls had to undergo a catwalk and questioning. I think the nominees were quite sporting so it was entertaining. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing was dancing. Haha! I wasn't so keen but Anna and SiJie pulled me to the dance floor. YingYing and Jodie was so high man. Dance until sweating! Haha. I was freezing cold actually; just moving around to keep myself warm. Later on, maybe I got a little high under their influence. LOL! Sang along to some of the songs, made up some funny dance moves and laughed like crazy. It just spells F-U-N!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.. i thought i shld haf asked G to go dance along when i saw him at the center of the floor, walking xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't like the ending though. Haha. Well... I'm not going to ruin the super-nice-story with such a dumbass ending. Soo... to sum it all up into my limited brain space, I had a blast and it'll be something I'd remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'll upload pics sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S The night sky was empty. Not the moon or even a star peeping out.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S Thanks to SHS for erm.. catching me when I lost my footing at the escalator! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6179050093882151082?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6179050093882151082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6179050093882151082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6179050093882151082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6179050093882151082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/12/prom-black-and-white-affair.html' title='prom: the black and white affair'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4779690504477798362</id><published>2007-11-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:10:38.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>prom pics</title><content type='html'>Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. not all of it xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2080086381_3d4c39da70_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2080086381_3d4c39da70_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2249/2080871256_caf51f51b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2249/2080871256_caf51f51b0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2080086081_dff8d0bbff_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2080086081_dff8d0bbff_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2306/2080085955_da907f4193_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2306/2080085955_da907f4193_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2080085805_f85453d0ff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2080085805_f85453d0ff_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/2080871124_57f0e9be65_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/2080871124_57f0e9be65_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures; wasn't really in the mood for snapping unless peeps ask xP Apparently, I'm also not really in the mood to load more pictures here. Thus... &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/promblackwhiteaffair/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s the rest of the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Yeah, I &lt;em&gt;twitched&lt;/em&gt; the time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the date.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4779690504477798362?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4779690504477798362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4779690504477798362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4779690504477798362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4779690504477798362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-not-much-pictures-wasnt-really.html' title='prom pics'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2080086381_3d4c39da70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6743221267213886945</id><published>2007-11-26T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:18:05.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>so small by carrie underwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9GKwEQAAw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9GKwEQAAw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="238"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to get lost inside&lt;br /&gt;A problem that seems so big at the time&lt;br /&gt;It's like a river that's so wide it swallows you whole&lt;br /&gt;While you're sitting around thinking about what you can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worrying about all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;Time's flying by, moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;You better make it count cause you can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-So Small by Carrie Underwood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6743221267213886945?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6743221267213886945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6743221267213886945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6743221267213886945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6743221267213886945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-small-by-carrie-underwood.html' title='so small by carrie underwood'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-502268294262391232</id><published>2007-11-24T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:09:34.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>prss open house</title><content type='html'>It's been the most eventful day of the week, finally! I was really starting to think if I'm turning into a stone [as a result of a process called stoning. LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was late for the open house. Justin was too! Haha. YiQi showed me the new AV cage room and there were quite a lot of new equipment. The newer mikes look a hundred times more nicer than the older ones. The steps leading to the AV room looked much better and safer compared to the ladder at the previous school. I'm surprised the green cupboard was even lugged back into the AV room. Originally, I thought that cupboard was the property of the previous campus. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of 4e6ians before me and Justin went wandering around the school like what the P6 kids were doing. I was supposed to act as the P6 kid while Justin is my older brother. Ha ha. Well, we only managed to fool Mrs Lynn Tan and the councillors into giving us the refreshments. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2062446398_0ed466894d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2062446398_0ed466894d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2061657405_7d7445bdb1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2061657405_7d7445bdb1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/2061656807_024cbdca26_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/2061656807_024cbdca26_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2061657497_8c21a56b5c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2061657497_8c21a56b5c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2062444410_6b340f9560_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2062444410_6b340f9560_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2062445652_da39d877f0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2062445652_da39d877f0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2266/2062444644_33aac28cb1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2266/2062444644_33aac28cb1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Before we left, we hung around the IFC booth. Miss Siti was asking about my job and everyone there wanted to have my job. Haha! Hang around the kiddos, of course, who wouldn't want that? Chat chat chat for a little while. Audrey wasn't around when I bade everyone goodbye =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2015/2062446564_96d6b9624b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2015/2062446564_96d6b9624b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S If anyone can tell me which part of the school I took this picture from, that person will get a... something! LoL. And that excludes Justin, since he saw where I took it from =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.S More pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/prssnewcampus07/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-502268294262391232?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/502268294262391232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=502268294262391232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/502268294262391232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/502268294262391232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/prss-open-house.html' title='prss open house'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2062446398_0ed466894d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-350205395386537809</id><published>2007-11-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:47:05.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>trip to G's church</title><content type='html'>Headed to Gabriel's church later that afternoon. Terence was the first to introduce himself. He has a firm handshake. Haha. That's a good first impression. The bus trip was nothing much; it just got me wondering if the place will be full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, there were a lot of people... and a few more handshakes. I don't know why but I was kind of taken aback in the middle of those handshakes that I started to stutter my own name. Most probably because they were friendlier and warmer than I expected x) By the end of the day, I met the other Gabriel, 3 Jeremy-s, Esther and a few others. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the sing along, we went up to the front. I just clapped along and 'WOOH!' once. Haha. There were many who were jumping about as well. Too bad I didn't get to see G jumping about. All in all, I thought that was quite nice and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few rounds of the game of Identity. Only the girl contestant hit a jackpot of $100. Though that round was relatively easy, I still would like to conclude that girls are better than guys at this game. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this talk about identity. It was an eye-opener. In between, there were mini-acts to potray certain situations since we were all on that topic. At the end of it, there was an act [or something like that] put up by a few people along with a song. I was really wow-ed by the lighting effects during the song. The struggle plus the 'blinking'-effect... it kinda made the impact greater. I don't know... what I saw and felt was just beyond words. Just like what Justin said, there are some things you can't place words to it. To simply put it, I was moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, there was also a dance competition. It was sweet seeing that some of the dancers received roses from the audience after the dance. Somehow it reminded me of the school's anniversary dinner; the roses were recycled over and over again to present it to the teachers after each performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended about 7plus. I couldn't really make up my mind about dinner so we settled for BK at Eastpoint. My Sprite tasted weird. And as predicted... I couldn't finish the meal. Pfft, I'll try harder next time. Haha. It was 9pm while we were eating. Yup, there was a curfew and I was late 'and still counting...', as quoted from Gabriel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the moon's full tonight. The view was crystal clear while we were waiting for the bus after dinner. Ahh` That pretty &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; huge rock. Maybe the prettiest one I've ever seen. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-350205395386537809?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/350205395386537809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=350205395386537809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/350205395386537809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/350205395386537809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/trip-to-gs-church.html' title='trip to G&apos;s church'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3169768135405223788</id><published>2007-11-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:59:30.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>prom shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATIQAH, YOU OWE ME A JAP FOOD TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend $27 for your prom shopping. I spend a total of $22. ONLY. I beat your prom shopping budget eh? Lalalala`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think mine is a simple one; much more simple than your already-simple outfit. My mom was dragging me all around more than 1 shopping centers. I seriously wanted to sms this to my sis at home: 'SAVE ME!!' Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't do that. &lt;br /&gt;It'll sound seriously retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3169768135405223788?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3169768135405223788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3169768135405223788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3169768135405223788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3169768135405223788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom-shopping.html' title='prom shopping'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7158392139322943629</id><published>2007-11-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:43:25.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T/Kdrama'/><title type='text'>why why love</title><content type='html'>Another drama serial down; Why Why Love. It has its perks, ups and downs. There were weepy moments, laughable and serious ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find most intriguing was the sickness HuoDa had. Yeah, I can say the symptoms are awfully similar to mine but from different causes. Usually, I thought these stuff are all made up to fit into the drama. Haha, it's just &lt;em&gt;whoa!&lt;/em&gt; to know that the director or scriptwriter had actually looked it up beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S MikeHe, Rainie and &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; ChuanYi are super hilarious. LOLOLOL. The NGs is a must-watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7158392139322943629?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7158392139322943629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7158392139322943629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7158392139322943629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7158392139322943629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-why-love.html' title='why why love'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2157377870197089023</id><published>2007-11-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:30:41.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>tat incident</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I don't feel like facing this alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2157377870197089023?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2157377870197089023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2157377870197089023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2157377870197089023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2157377870197089023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/tat-incident.html' title='tat incident'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6532725192638334672</id><published>2007-11-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:08:50.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>stamina</title><content type='html'>I think my stamina dropped like bird shit. Sad. Before this whole crap happened, I could run a minimum of 5rounds around the stadium without stopping to catch a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?... only 2 rounds. Quite pathetic. In addition to that, the area around the scar hurts. A lot. I think I'm not telling 'cause it might just make me lose the chance to go running again. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6532725192638334672?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6532725192638334672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6532725192638334672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6532725192638334672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6532725192638334672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-my-stamina-dropped-like-bird.html' title='stamina'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7612861882095298230</id><published>2007-11-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:39:30.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-exam-activities'/><title type='text'>out with sisters</title><content type='html'>Out with sisters today. Okay, actually Fiqah and I wanted to go Bedok Library. I think because we didn't tell my dad properly or he didn't listen ahhh... of miscommunication, the 3 of us ended up at Tampines Library. Spend about an hour there and off we went to White Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Yeah, went looking for earrings as Fiqah's friend's birthday present. Haha. Sometimes I do envy those getting presents; friends do spend a lot of effort picking out some meaningful present. Shrugs. You have no idea how many times Fiqah asked me, 'Is this nice? Or this one nicer? Or should we go to another shop?' KNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all went looking around for prom clothes. Nothing much at White Sands. Zaf was getting hungry so we all went to Eastpoint to EAT! Haha. Yeah well, we all ate at LJS. Since my mom sponsored Zaf's meal only, me and Fiqah had to share a meal which seemed quite pathetic. Small girl has a meal all to herself then big girls share?! I pretty much think it should be the other way around. Saw Mr Said at the MRT while eating then I told Fiqah about the Mr-Said-and-Mr-Fahd joke. Then we laughed like crazy. HAHA. Super secret joke =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to look around for prom clothes again. I think Fiqah is more excited about it than I am. I was just following her around the shop while she browsed through racks and racks of clothes. Haha. Yea well... I don't even know what I want. So what do you expect huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf suddenly said she wanted to shit. Then we were like, 'SHIT?! Oh shit oh shit!' LOL. But still, we continued window-shopping since she said it was false alarm. I didn't know shit also have false alarm. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired. Everyone was pretty tired from all the walking. Head back to Tampines and looked around at Baleno. Haha. I wanted to buy a white plain tee. Fiqah said black was nicer. So yeah, I bought the black one. Handed it to the cashier and dug for my wallet... and opened it. Horror of horror, there was no MONEY!!! Haha. Stupid man. I didn't even realise that I was penniless throughout the whole trip! Okay, so Fiqah paid for me first. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, yeah... On the last day of OLevel paper, I wanted to buy a drink. Walked walked walked with Shoba and HuiTing to the drink stall to find that I only have 15cents in my wallet. And I guess I didn't 'top-up' my wallet since xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, called Shoba up. Looks like she also went prom shopping. Haha. And I guess it motivated her to go for prom! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7612861882095298230?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7612861882095298230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7612861882095298230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7612861882095298230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7612861882095298230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-with-sisters.html' title='out with sisters'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-175583272825361013</id><published>2007-11-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:45:07.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-exam-activities'/><title type='text'>first day at kumon</title><content type='html'>Truthfully, my butt hurts sitting on that chair for 5hours straight. Somehow, it was a fun 5hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids would come scurrying over me and Jodie, trying to cook up some small talk. Haha. They were so cute. One of them even said, 'Don't talk to him. Cos he very funny one.' LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even pushed us to mark their work faster. Some kept on bugging me how many mistakes they made while I was marking their work. Some did some funny boogey dance right before handing over their work. It's funny seeing how they try to get your attention. Well, it's even funnier when you interact with them and they get more ballooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 other colleagues; both are Poly students if I'm not wrong. Haha. Don't bother asking me what are their names because I don't know. LOL. They are just very nice people who guide me and Jodie along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now, numbers are still running around my head. Haha. Marked too much maths, I think. Eh no, I marked maths throughout that 5hours. Gee.. I can probably recite my multiplication tables backwards double the speed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-175583272825361013?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/175583272825361013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=175583272825361013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/175583272825361013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/175583272825361013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-at-kumon.html' title='first day at kumon'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2914175050787064930</id><published>2007-11-12T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:45:21.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big&apos;O&apos;s'/><title type='text'>the end of big o's</title><content type='html'>The End.&lt;br /&gt;Of the Big O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. To sum it all up, I'd say it was rather manageable. With the exceptions which I royally screwed; Physics and EM P2. Sad sad. However, I'm rather satisfied with English, P. Geography, Social Studies and AM. The rest of the papers were just so-so; not really exhilarated by my scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's done is done. I'll just have to pray hard and wait for the results come next year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams aside, now is my PLAYtime. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilla's going to teach me rollerblading on our flying-kites-trip. Weehoo! Idah warned me that there won't be any insurance policy. Haha. Therefore, Idah is my insurance policy. FOC, btw. No charges apply tau =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Shoba is also another one on the list. Shop shop shop for CLOTHES! Haha. It'll be the first time I'd be doing it though. &amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp; we'll go exploring! Not sure what to explore though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to have frequent visits to the library. Yup yup. Fiqah says Cecelia Ahern had a new book in stores. I should go check it out someday. Oh yea... and also to eat NY cheesecake at Galileo Cafe. Haha. The best I ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. and many many more fun times ahead, just not planned yet. Until I leave, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2914175050787064930?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2914175050787064930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2914175050787064930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2914175050787064930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2914175050787064930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-big-os.html' title='the end of big o&apos;s'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7633995283391834105</id><published>2007-11-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:37:25.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A whatever life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Live, for the sake of living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, till your heart is breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laugh, till your body's aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cry, till your hands are shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't live a whatever life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A Whatever Life by Haylie Duff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7633995283391834105?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7633995283391834105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7633995283391834105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7633995283391834105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7633995283391834105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever-life.html' title='A whatever life'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8197507265131017423</id><published>2007-11-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:28:14.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>toilet</title><content type='html'>Yeah, as usual, Benny was sitting next to me in the hall. Camilia was clutching on to her tummy before the commencement of the paper, groaning away because of the stomachache. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny suddenly turned to me and said, 'Do you remember that time Sec1 History paper, you ran out of the class because you had a tummyache? And you were stuck in the toilet until the end of the paper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL! I felt so moved yet embarrased at the same time. Sec1, you know! Who'd on earth remember small details from 4 years back? On the other hand, AHHHH! what an embarrasing scene to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8197507265131017423?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8197507265131017423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8197507265131017423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8197507265131017423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8197507265131017423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/book-sale.html' title='toilet'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5407265955634689270</id><published>2007-11-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:16:38.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big&apos;O&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>chachos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/1870890813_7e2414d96a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/1870890813_7e2414d96a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chachos and water works to digest everything you need to memorise for Social Studies. Haha. Kidding. It works; only for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get a hunch on Venice during the weekend so... of course I'd study Venice first and most thoroughly =P My parents told me to sleep (still sick, you see) before I could study the other 3 chapters in great detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5407265955634689270?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5407265955634689270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5407265955634689270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5407265955634689270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5407265955634689270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/chachos.html' title='chachos'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/1870890813_7e2414d96a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-476388690613181816</id><published>2007-11-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:13:36.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big&apos;O&apos;s'/><title type='text'>o'level physics</title><content type='html'>This is 'orrible 'orrible 'orrible 'orrible. Getting sick is happening so frequently that it somehow became my unwanted 'hobby'. Geez. And unfortunately for me, I just had to have fever on the day before my Physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. when I insisted on studying for the paper instead of sleeping, I got my textbook confiscated. Sad stuff. But! Gabriel was super good okay? He went through the important stuff for 8 chapters despite knowing I should be sleeping. Haha. A million thanks hor! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing a person with such lousy immune system like mine, of course I sat for the paper with that awful temperature. Nausea was, apparently, unavoidable. Believe it or not, I had to hold in whenever I felt like throwing up. Hahx. Memorable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said she'd fetch me after my paper. I guess she was really seriously worried about me passing out on the streets. Yeah.. though I was grateful for that thought, I would be more grateful if we had hopped into a cab home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah was saying if I really score F9 for this paper, the letter 'F' wouldn't be 'Fail' but 'Fever'. LOL. I'm amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-476388690613181816?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/476388690613181816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=476388690613181816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/476388690613181816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/476388690613181816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/olevel-physics.html' title='o&apos;level physics'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-404415476041394573</id><published>2007-11-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:08:25.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>i'll be watching you by andrea kane</title><content type='html'>Recently, or rather, the day before the English O's, I spent the whole day reading this novel entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Andrea Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, the book is certainly full of suspense. One minute I was so sure the particular character was the culprit. The next minute, I just wasn't sure which character to trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut this short, I'll just copy&amp;amp;paste the synopsis of the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I'll be watching you ..." the cryptic e-mail read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Halstead is terrified that she'll never be safe again. Her secure world is violated by her cousin Stephanie's boyfriend, Gordon Mallory, in her own apartment. Soon after, he is killed along with Stephanie in an inexplicable explosion aboard his yacht. Or is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only one Taylor can turn to is attorney Reed Weston. But is Reed's determination to protect her enough to avert disaster? And can Taylor trust Gordon's identical twin, Jonathan, who always seems to show up when she least expects him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief and dread unravel Taylor's sanity, playing tricks with her mind and heart. Gordon's vow to return and those final menacing words -- "I'll be watching you" -- haunt her day and night. Whoever is out there is coming closer -- and Taylor Halstead has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/book/index.aspx?isbn=9780060835033"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.harpercollins.com/book/index.aspx?isbn=9780060835033&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you can say it is a thrilling thriller.&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;s&gt;buzz&lt;/s&gt; read-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-404415476041394573?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/404415476041394573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=404415476041394573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/404415476041394573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/404415476041394573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/recently-or-rather-day-before-english.html' title='i&apos;ll be watching you by andrea kane'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-9004584473754446132</id><published>2007-10-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:52:01.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>3 news per day</title><content type='html'>Never in my life would I get to see a $1000 note. Oh well, I just did. Haha. It is certainly bigger than a normal $2 note and apparently it is purplish-maroon in colour. Smell? I think money still smells like money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My dad bought a new car. Haha. This time it is silver in colour. Anyway, I think I like this car plate's number; it's easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we had dinner at East Coast. I was simply gagged by the ang mohs who were professionally wake-boarding there. Oh yea, Fiqah said 'ang moh' is too unglam. Thus, they are being called 'eye candy' instead. Haha. Interesting choice of words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-9004584473754446132?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/9004584473754446132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=9004584473754446132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9004584473754446132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9004584473754446132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-news-per-day.html' title='3 news per day'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-955638274160873872</id><published>2007-10-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:15:03.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>my shining star</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at the rooftop reading my history textbook yesterday when I saw this star shining unusually brighter than the rest of them (or rather, brighter than any stars I've seen). Pretty little thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/1667414958_7ed4b21214_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="137" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/1667414958_7ed4b21214_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I made a wish hoping that the outcome of the wish will be as bright as shining star x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-955638274160873872?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/955638274160873872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=955638274160873872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/955638274160873872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/955638274160873872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-shining-star.html' title='my shining star'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/1667414958_7ed4b21214_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-9158296525536159716</id><published>2007-10-19T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:15:54.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>awkward</title><content type='html'>Someone once said first times are always the awkward moments. Now that I think about it, I guess it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt awkward when&lt;br /&gt;... I first step into school without knowing anyone&lt;br /&gt;... I took my first step into church&lt;br /&gt;... I took my first X-ray&lt;br /&gt;... I let a boy see me cry for the first time&lt;br /&gt;... I hugged anyone for the first time since I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;... I first sat on the inside seat in the bus&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on. Haha. Hmm.. Perhaps situations wouldn't be very awkward after the first time. However, certain situations will remain awkward despite the numerous times it happen. Lol. Random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Credit goes to whoever said it to me x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-9158296525536159716?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/9158296525536159716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=9158296525536159716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9158296525536159716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9158296525536159716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/awkward.html' title='awkward'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7335308227149981539</id><published>2007-10-17T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:43:06.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>get better PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>It's pretty scary when you are feeling quite drained and people starts noticing that you get paler and paler by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to go NZ =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7335308227149981539?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7335308227149981539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7335308227149981539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7335308227149981539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7335308227149981539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-better-please.html' title='get better PLEASE!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5772308324547095833</id><published>2007-10-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:31:39.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>don't stay if you don't want to</title><content type='html'>I won't ask you to stay; I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-If your heart's not in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5772308324547095833?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5772308324547095833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5772308324547095833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5772308324547095833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5772308324547095833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-stay-if-you-dont-want-to.html' title='don&apos;t stay if you don&apos;t want to'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-1020213103651446313</id><published>2007-10-13T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:01:11.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>hari raya 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1565994080_39c6b0c677_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1565994080_39c6b0c677_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf zahir dan batin kepada semua (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day started hectic. I woke up late then had to rush for the morning prayers. Shamefully, I have to admit I had no idea why the oldies there are feeling kind of down and some even shed tears in silence during &lt;em&gt;takbir hari raya&lt;/em&gt;. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was different. I was feeling kinda somber too. Lol. Not because I finally understood but because I was worried for my O's. A retarded reason, I know. After the prayers, all the aunts gather around, hugged and &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; each other, saying words of sorry and whatnots. Aunty Roy said I looked so thin. Really meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us went to grandad's (dad's side) house around 11am followed by grandaunt's house. It was already zohor by then so we stopped by the mosque before heading to my grandmom's (mom's side) house. After that, HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I had nothing to say to my cousins on my dad's side. No offence la, but we are really not on the same page. Cousins on my mom's side are more heart-warming, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/1565107481_10d6d2ef1f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/1565107481_10d6d2ef1f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GRAWR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/1565111627_789a74c301_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/1565111627_789a74c301_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I call them the Jonas Bros x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/1565109873_9bf4975cf3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/1565109873_9bf4975cf3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My nephews!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/1565994988_5aa79e1b5b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/1565994988_5aa79e1b5b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, my another nephew. Very enthu one x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/1565109061_50152612e8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/1565109061_50152612e8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chio hor, my cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2128/1565993226_5613b205d0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2128/1565993226_5613b205d0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Munir! Center of attraction, as always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2383/1565994522_c86d1ef571_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2383/1565994522_c86d1ef571_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my very AH LIAN cousin. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, more pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/harirayer07/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My hari raya ends here peeps. Sad right? Oh well, I need to go STUDY!! It's going to be worth it man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-1020213103651446313?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/1020213103651446313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=1020213103651446313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1020213103651446313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1020213103651446313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-07.html' title='hari raya 07'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1565994080_39c6b0c677_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-300710248316387065</id><published>2007-10-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:07:30.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>graduation day</title><content type='html'>Definitions of GRADUATION DAY may vary.&lt;br /&gt;My version is... erm haha I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure though, I'll miss everything. And EVERYONE T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="169" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/1566460812_5ca23d87c7_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/1566474762_976cca464f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/1566474762_976cca464f_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/1566474520_9618c7fdfb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/1566474520_9618c7fdfb_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/1565587091_281a6104a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/1565587091_281a6104a7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/1565464687_e2de289a04_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/1565464687_e2de289a04_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;many thanks to Chairman Sean Tay! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/1566357458_2525290c57_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/1566357458_2525290c57_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;qiyun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/1565468425_e7b3fcd433_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/1565468425_e7b3fcd433_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;peijun! same class since sec1 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/1566368052_eaf7030829_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/1566368052_eaf7030829_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;ms ng! i miss her teddy bear xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2326/1565471433_1d1f4a10bb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2326/1565471433_1d1f4a10bb_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;iffah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/1566361308_4b696a79b5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/1566361308_4b696a79b5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;de hong! always tease me one =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/1565479847_76cb55dc2c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/1565479847_76cb55dc2c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/1565477797_2139467dc2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/1565477797_2139467dc2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ms ang! funny teacher x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/1565467731_da92fb9fc9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/1565467731_da92fb9fc9_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; mu ying! trying to act hot =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/1565469321_f54b2971d0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2131/1566355708_90cc825f52_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2131/1566355708_90cc825f52_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; valerie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/1565469321_f54b2971d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/1565469321_f54b2971d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hui juan! since primary school man xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rest of the pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/graduationclass07/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I admit there were many many things I wanted to do that day, I couldn't do them all. Hmph. Well, I wanted to see the aeroplanes taking off at the airport, take more pictures with other friends and juniors and teachers and have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. There's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy Birthday, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-300710248316387065?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/300710248316387065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=300710248316387065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/300710248316387065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/300710248316387065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduation-day.html' title='graduation day'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/1566460812_5ca23d87c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3906484273227523862</id><published>2007-09-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:12:03.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers n my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1224/1453484784_9b01374d90_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1224/1453484784_9b01374d90_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah. I finally finished cleaning the windows. Yep, in the middle of the night. Not forgetting to hang new curtains too. I'm too efficient already. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I told my mom to sew me pyjamas using the same pattern on my curtains. Hmm. I will then get to wear those pyjamas and stand in front of that curtain. Haha. I would look so LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Check out &lt;a href="http://stargurl45.imeem.com/music/apI3eXvA/sos/"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kevinxjonasxfan1991.imeem.com/video/6mwU_-c-/hold_on/"&gt;Hold On&lt;/a&gt; by Jonas Brothers. Haha. It's something I'd recommend x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The way Joe Jonas was swinging the mike around by the cable in the video makes me wanna smack him on the head as an ex-PA specialist. Haha. But!! As a fan, I'll just close one eye xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3906484273227523862?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3906484273227523862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3906484273227523862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3906484273227523862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3906484273227523862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/jonas-brothers-n-my-window.html' title='Jonas Brothers n my window'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1224/1453484784_9b01374d90_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6446937337240326765</id><published>2007-09-15T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:25:21.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the mayo jar n 2 cups of coffee</title><content type='html'>When things in life seem almost too much to handle, when 24hours in a day is not enough, remember the story of the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story which goes to show that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6446937337240326765?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6446937337240326765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6446937337240326765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6446937337240326765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6446937337240326765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/mayo-jar-n-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='the mayo jar n 2 cups of coffee'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7343903499961790998</id><published>2007-09-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:31:50.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>prelims: over</title><content type='html'>It seemed so long. Prelims are now over though. I can now breathe but not too much; the big O's drawing near and it's tying a knot in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 38 days more. But I'm running out of breath already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7343903499961790998?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7343903499961790998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7343903499961790998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7343903499961790998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7343903499961790998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-seemed-so-long.html' title='prelims: over'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2877737469371265868</id><published>2007-09-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:38:08.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>miss kim makes 1 million</title><content type='html'>Okay okay. I'm guilty of watching another Korean drama, Miss Kim makes 1 million xP Haha. After watching the whole series, it got me randomly thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if Fatin can make at least 5 As? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay la. I'm going off to study. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2877737469371265868?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2877737469371265868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2877737469371265868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2877737469371265868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2877737469371265868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-kim-makes-1-million.html' title='miss kim makes 1 million'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8092555464336545627</id><published>2007-09-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:48:49.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>tamp north cc</title><content type='html'>I am officially a member of the Tampines North CC. And so they can't kick me out when the study room is full. Haha xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8092555464336545627?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8092555464336545627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8092555464336545627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8092555464336545627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8092555464336545627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/tamp-north-cc.html' title='tamp north cc'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5416076942664366268</id><published>2007-09-04T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:52:24.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>the last legion</title><content type='html'>Watched The Last Legion. Haha. No no, not at the movies. I figured it would be not much fun watching such an adventurous show alone. Hence, I watched it online. Haha. Smart eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/weinstein_company/the_last_legion/thelastlegion_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. The movie is basically about the beginnings of King Arthur's legend. Not really sure what that legend is all about though; I haven't really read the book yet. The plot of the movie was pretty entertaining. It has its fair share of funny, weepy, sweet moments. War scenes weren't as elaborate as Eragon's or 300's. Oh well, I guess that's why it's rated PG. All in all, it's something enjoyable to watch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thomas Sangster's adorable. Also a good actor for a young kid xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5416076942664366268?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5416076942664366268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5416076942664366268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5416076942664366268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5416076942664366268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-legion.html' title='the last legion'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-9028432311921663108</id><published>2007-09-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:43:36.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>home vs library</title><content type='html'>The whole family went to grandma's house in the afternoon. ARGHHH, my whole afternoon wasted. Hilya and Aqilah weren't home, went out to study. So good la! Oh yea, I played your electric guitar btw. Pretty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are starting. Going back to school on Tues and Wed only. Hah. This time I have no idea whether to study at home or at the library. Both looks appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH! OLD MAN, faster do with me pros and cons list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-9028432311921663108?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/9028432311921663108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=9028432311921663108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9028432311921663108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9028432311921663108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/home-vs-library.html' title='home vs library'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8103890984802028544</id><published>2007-09-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:30:12.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>liverpool derby 6-0</title><content type='html'>It's almost 1am and it's also very hard to sleep right now. Must be the caffeine and excitement from the match. LoL. Apparently, Liverpool trashed Derby 6-0. Syiok man! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of expecting one more goal from Liverpool during the 3minutes added. Oh well, I'm content with 6-0. Hah. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8103890984802028544?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8103890984802028544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8103890984802028544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8103890984802028544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8103890984802028544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/liverpool-derby-6-0.html' title='liverpool derby 6-0'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4409182072445359741</id><published>2007-09-01T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:49:39.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>when i get there</title><content type='html'>When I get there by Anthony Callea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="214" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yQH7FU1QzA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yQH7FU1QzA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="214"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road rolls &lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;twists &lt;/em&gt;a while and then returns&lt;br /&gt;Where here turns into there's &lt;em&gt;long gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4409182072445359741?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4409182072445359741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4409182072445359741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4409182072445359741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4409182072445359741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-get-there.html' title='when i get there'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3494248723852325871</id><published>2007-08-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:56:06.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>teacher's day</title><content type='html'>Happy Teachers' Day to all teachers out there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, FungQi and PeiJun were constantly referring to the lyrics on my phone on stage. Haha. Daring eh? Anyway it was fun performing as a class. SiJie caught me red-handed stoning in the hall. LoL. Nothing to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Kailin for the chocolate! And sorry ar, I forgot about your surprise xP The stall also didn't sell Nasi Briyani today &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling quite bummed so I called up my dad. Okay, I stupidly burst into tears over the phone. My dad ended up buying me ice cream at Swensens in the middle of the day. Haha. Ice cream work wonders, I'm telling you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3494248723852325871?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3494248723852325871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3494248723852325871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3494248723852325871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3494248723852325871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day.html' title='teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4183465196322531361</id><published>2007-08-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:10:11.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>letters</title><content type='html'>Things I want to say just aren't coming out right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4183465196322531361?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4183465196322531361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4183465196322531361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4183465196322531361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4183465196322531361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/letters.html' title='letters'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5906474971992509830</id><published>2007-08-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:29:28.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>dil a bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8W2B2_Ga3_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8W2B2_Ga3_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly in the stormy skies...&lt;br /&gt;Baby please close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;You're as sweet as apple pies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare lullaby eh?&lt;br /&gt;Sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It's from Rugrats: The Movie, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5906474971992509830?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5906474971992509830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5906474971992509830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5906474971992509830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5906474971992509830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/dil-bye.html' title='dil a bye'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4909408799273848321</id><published>2007-08-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:24:56.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>GCE O English oral</title><content type='html'>Oral was easy. Haha. The examiners were quite friendly too. Wee` Mrs Sum's lucky star worked wonders on easing my nerves. Silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4909408799273848321?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4909408799273848321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4909408799273848321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4909408799273848321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4909408799273848321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/gce-o-english-oral.html' title='GCE O English oral'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-9000161404783488896</id><published>2007-08-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:26:24.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the answer is...</title><content type='html'>I am retaking the paper and I better get an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-9000161404783488896?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/9000161404783488896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=9000161404783488896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9000161404783488896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/9000161404783488896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/answer-is.html' title='the answer is...'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8208495582617347210</id><published>2007-08-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:19:49.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>let's talk</title><content type='html'>Jodie: *knock on door* Can I see Ms Kuan?&lt;br /&gt;-X- : She's not in.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie: How about Mr Poh?&lt;br /&gt;-X- : He's also not in.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie: *frustrated* Aiya, any ENGLISH teacher can la.&lt;br /&gt;-X- : I am an English teacher. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Waiting for Mrs Sum would take forever so we decided to seek help from other English teachers in the mean time. zouky surely gave us a lot of tips on oral. Haha. Thanks loads. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8208495582617347210?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8208495582617347210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8208495582617347210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8208495582617347210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8208495582617347210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-talk.html' title='let&apos;s talk'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6680108276188078752</id><published>2007-08-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:04:12.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>mt results</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Results were quite disappointing. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; was bombarding me with questions even before I saw my results. Gee. After I saw it, all I wished was for him to stop with the questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up, I went for &lt;strong&gt;cheese-hotdog-cum-running-7-rounds-therapy&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Now that I thought of it, it wasn't much of cheering up. It is just to wear myself out.&lt;br /&gt;It helps. To a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Next time I run, I call you la.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Thanks a lot for the advice hor Kailin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6680108276188078752?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6680108276188078752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6680108276188078752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6680108276188078752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6680108276188078752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/mt-results.html' title='mt results'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5195409404337910626</id><published>2007-08-12T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:04:14.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>pleaaseeee</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the release of MT GCE 'O results. It's a scary thought as I sat up in my bed thinking about it. Gee. I'm hoping for at least a B3. please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited to watch liverpool match this morning. Heck, I was even in front of the telly when my mom told me not to think about it. 'Sleep or study.' Those were just the options she gave me. Grr. In the end, I just bore a hole in my textbook since my mind was all on the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, there was a replay about 11am. Wooh`Liverpool played good. Looks like Kyut has found a new partner in replacement of Bellamy. Hahs. Gerrard's free kick was double yay, man. Sealed a victory of 2-1. Woohoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5195409404337910626?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5195409404337910626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5195409404337910626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5195409404337910626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5195409404337910626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/pleaaseeee.html' title='pleaaseeee'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6947926246618010690</id><published>2007-08-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:48:02.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>five minutes to midnight</title><content type='html'>Boys Like Girls was not bad considering their big hit, The Great Escape which was featured on TRL. Personally, I'd prefer the acoustic version of that song. Lol. Not too noisy for me. Plus, it brings out the lead singer's voice which is quite nice to listen to xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I got hookED on to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0KxhCUbedw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Five Minutes to Midnight&lt;/a&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you wanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to roll down the windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing it oh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah all we need so here we go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6947926246618010690?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6947926246618010690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6947926246618010690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6947926246618010690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6947926246618010690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/five-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='five minutes to midnight'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8809722718896861450</id><published>2007-08-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:57:08.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>morning murder</title><content type='html'>Like every other year, there is this mini-concert in the middle of the field in the early hours of the morning, making me feel like dragging myself out of bed and STRANGLE whoever who was making such a din in the morning. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a fun time painting the house, except me. I was somehow in charge of FOOD! Not eating them but cooking them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mango juice was a little tasteless, I had a few overburnt pancakes. But the cheesy hotdogs and chicken salami's delicious! Haha. I just had to pop it in the microwave oven. What did you expect? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the typhoon I cooked up was pure torture! It's worse than having to clean up after mixing a zillion play dohs together. Sobs. I'd be a chef if I will not have to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8809722718896861450?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8809722718896861450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8809722718896861450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8809722718896861450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8809722718896861450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/kitchen-typhoon.html' title='morning murder'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-1068133948813712734</id><published>2007-08-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:23:15.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>cross country 07</title><content type='html'>X-country today. Wooh` I got TENTH. Not bad eh? Sec1 was 19th, Sec2 was 6th and Sec3 nothing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little irritated because many people were blocking my way by parading their catwalks. Tsk! Along the way, ms soh, ms chia and ms kuan cheered me on. Haha. I was really pushed to go on by ms chia's encouragement. No idea why but funnily I found myself sprinting for the last 100m that my legs are aching like no one's business now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dumbo spilled sweetened drinks on my skirt. And oh, it was super boring while waiting for the Sec4s to start running. Too bored under the hot sun can motivate people to do Sodoku. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/1056939027_ae6561db5b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/1056937315_59f6ae740b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/crosscountry07/"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-1068133948813712734?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/1068133948813712734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=1068133948813712734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1068133948813712734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1068133948813712734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-07.html' title='cross country 07'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/1056939027_ae6561db5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3159103768149241832</id><published>2007-08-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:11:22.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastebuds'/><title type='text'>ny cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/1057629920_16cef21efe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/1057629920_16cef21efe_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York Cheesecake at Galileo Cafe. It tasted like heaven. The cheesy cake and the bitter chocolate goes well together. Yummy` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it's yummy and all, I think I can eat it once in a blue moon. Pfft. `Cause for one, it is fattening. Two, it can cause a huge hole in my wallet (for a student). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope to bake a cake like that too and enjoy it &lt;s&gt;plus save a lot of money&lt;/s&gt; =P Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3159103768149241832?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3159103768149241832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3159103768149241832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3159103768149241832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3159103768149241832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/ny-cheesecake.html' title='ny cheesecake'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/1057629920_16cef21efe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6863865083567473532</id><published>2007-08-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:12:09.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Addicted to You by Anthony Callea</title><content type='html'>Okay. Another recommended song; Addicted to You. It's quite a blend of Latin Australian. Haha. One thing's for sure, he looks good in that hairstyle but I prefer his spiky hair in another of his video; Rain. All in all, his voice is something nice to listen to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="214" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhBCUsSqBaY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhBCUsSqBaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="214"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6863865083567473532?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6863865083567473532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6863865083567473532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6863865083567473532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6863865083567473532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Addicted to You by Anthony Callea'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2841381257415317886</id><published>2007-08-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:19:27.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>red redd reddd</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a start to find people chattering in my room. The first thing I hear was, ' What happened to your ear? Are you blushing? Ohhh. Did you have a wet dream?'  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little stunned by their questions that I ignored them and went back to sleep. That's when I felt my ear stinging with pain. Geez. I checked it out to see that my ear was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; red! Lolx. I must have slept on my right side. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2841381257415317886?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2841381257415317886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2841381257415317886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2841381257415317886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2841381257415317886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-redd-reddd.html' title='red redd reddd'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2907616451986247809</id><published>2007-08-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:59:29.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>leaders investiture 07</title><content type='html'>AMaths test had me kind of moody. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investiture was not as boring as I thought. Haha. I guess it is because of something new the school committee had came up with; the lighting of candles. Yea yea Justin, the little girl didn't get to play with fire. Grr. Only Daniel got a chance to hold it. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I made a wish before blowing out the candle. Hees. Oh yea, Mr Mahmod was seriously trying to be funny la. I went up and shook his hand and he said, 'Good job, Adawiyah. You have blablablabla'. Confirm, he purposely used my second name when he calls me by my first name during P.E lessons. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ceremony ended, wheee! Picture taking sessions. Okay, I have to admit I am a little a lot lazy to upload the pics. I will just have to make do with a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/leadersinvestiture07/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; then xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to get my ear pierced after the investiture. Haha. I certainly did. But I wasn't expecting a large group of peeps, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the whole army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; according to Sharir, to tag along. Lol. Of course it will be quite paisei if I cried... Okay la, I teared. Teared okay? Not cry. Lucky that also not many peeps see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, all of us went walking round TM. Eeee... Plus they all knew about &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Very ticklish okay xP I caught a glimpse of this very super nice + simple necklace (to me) at MiniBits. I thought of buying it but I didn't have much cash on me... Next time thens. All of us went home since most of them wanted to be home to catch Shou Zhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and G had walking exercise all the way to the bus stop. Haha. The toilet story was hilarious. The little boy at the bus stop was eating waffles! It had my tummy churning for a while since I only had apple juice for lunch. Haha... Maybe I'll go around scouting for the tastiest waffle ever xD Provided if I have the time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I had family dinner at Swensens. My dad tried out his Nokia 6110 Navigator. Haha. It was so lame and funny at first. '' 400m then turn to your left''. ''Follow the road until further instructions''. Okay, I have to admit it was pretty irritating later on. But I guess it is useful for people who frequently lost his/ her way xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah was practically drooling at the ang moh guys in the sky train. Haha. The viewing bay was so dimly lit. Creates a nice ambience to relax and see planes moving about. Haha. I'll try that some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My currently favourite ice cream is the Nutty Mighty! Haha. Lot's of nuts inside, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094671681089863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDVZFeuGnfc/RrPo5raafZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r_uB6jVqjNE/s200/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094671685384830370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDVZFeuGnfc/RrPo57aafaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kPpXZg8s0NU/s200/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the first time I see a baby attached to a lady on the toilet sign door. LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No discrimination to babies I guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2907616451986247809?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2907616451986247809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2907616451986247809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2907616451986247809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2907616451986247809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/leaders-investiture-07.html' title='leaders investiture 07'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDVZFeuGnfc/RrPo5raafZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r_uB6jVqjNE/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8899165817070015031</id><published>2007-08-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:32:32.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term03 week06: singing with Jodie</title><content type='html'>ACE was fun fun! Haha. Me and Jodie sang some Westlife songs together. The best was Obviously by McFly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/inFe7mk0ZC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/inFe7mk0ZC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8899165817070015031?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8899165817070015031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8899165817070015031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8899165817070015031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8899165817070015031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/term03-week05-singing-with-jodie.html' title='term03 week06: singing with Jodie'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6676443595993827308</id><published>2007-08-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:32:17.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>term03 week06: phobia</title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;lets see, based on the list of phobias on &lt;a href="http://love436.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-jodie.html"&gt;4e6's blog&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;fear of fear itself is called Phobophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6676443595993827308?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6676443595993827308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6676443595993827308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6676443595993827308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6676443595993827308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/08/term03-week05-phobia.html' title='term03 week06: phobia'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7278632155748002439</id><published>2007-07-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:06:03.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term 03 week 06: sick!</title><content type='html'>Eeeks! I was down with a literally-flowing-tap-water-flu with its mucus being less viscous. Haha. You get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't make it to school, Shoba thought I didn't deserve to know that Tuesday's test has been cancelled. Grr. I could have taken that time to rest more. Oh well, I shouldn't be 'slacking' already by now. So I guess it's for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7278632155748002439?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7278632155748002439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7278632155748002439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7278632155748002439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7278632155748002439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/term-03-week-06-sick.html' title='term 03 week 06: sick!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4412209888125307479</id><published>2007-07-29T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:30:27.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Love, Me by Collin Raye</title><content type='html'>oh yea. i remembered promising that i'll be posting up recommended nice songs (to me, not necessarily you =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me by Colin Raye. recommended by gabriel. haha, no doubt the song made me think of someone. all in all, it's a song that managed to move me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload the song the next time. not enough time now. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. haha. here's the song. happy listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vDnlxd6yA4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vDnlxd6yA4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4412209888125307479?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4412209888125307479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4412209888125307479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4412209888125307479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4412209888125307479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yea.html' title='Love, Me by Collin Raye'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-516793238482506119</id><published>2007-07-27T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:05:55.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term 03 week 05: pinching attack!</title><content type='html'>qiyun found out i had ulcer! eeks. of course, i got pinched (painfully) in the cheeks. well, wendy too. haha. while waiting for the kueh tutu or whatever it's called, me and wendy stoned and drooled at the food on the opposite side. hees. too captivated that the rest left and we were still stoning and drooling xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qianqian and i saw &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; 69-double decks. SEVEN you know! And we were sitting in a non-double deck bus. eeeeyeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the docs at night. geez. it is one of the most painful visit i ever went for. more painful than my ulcer getting pinched. imbalanced hormones is scary. i told you, it wasn't the stress. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-516793238482506119?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/516793238482506119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=516793238482506119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/516793238482506119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/516793238482506119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/term-03-week-05-pinching-attack.html' title='term 03 week 05: pinching attack!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3378011142533270631</id><published>2007-07-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:01:11.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term 03 week 04: 2.4 run</title><content type='html'>Ran 2.4 today. Geez. I really felt like shitting. Haha. I’ve been telling Iffah that from the first period of the day. And vice versa. LOL. I seriously felt like telling Mr Mahmod that I wanted to go to the toilet after I ran 2 rounds. Oh well… I just carried on. My timing was 14.13.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and Jobel asked each other for our timings, I wanted to say, ‘it’s ok. There’s always next year.’ Of course, I got stumped halfway. No more next year. Hmph.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNS. BJ was kicking around the soccer ball. It rolled towards me. On instinct, I kicked it back to him. Somehow, he deflected the ball and it punched my empty stomach. Ouch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3378011142533270631?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3378011142533270631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3378011142533270631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3378011142533270631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3378011142533270631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/term-03-week-04-24-run.html' title='term 03 week 04: 2.4 run'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2463361921058006401</id><published>2007-07-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:38:56.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term03 week04: flexibility</title><content type='html'>Banding was tooo long. Mdm Yue came all the way down to school just to teach us during banding. In the end, all the geography students were released at 6pm when it was supposed to be an hour before. It’s okay, I guess. Must learn to be more flexible. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2463361921058006401?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2463361921058006401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2463361921058006401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2463361921058006401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2463361921058006401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/banding-was-tooo-long.html' title='term03 week04: flexibility'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7477525597686693598</id><published>2007-07-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:36:21.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>term 03 wk 04: GCE O Malay LC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought LC was only half an hour. But guess what, we had to report at 3.45pm when our paper starts at 5pm (!!!) Normally, invigilators wear formal clothes. Well, mine didn’t. He just wore a shirt and a pair of shorts with a pair of really nice track shoes. Haha. Overall, the paper was just a little more than tricky. Eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7477525597686693598?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7477525597686693598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7477525597686693598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7477525597686693598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7477525597686693598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/term-03-wk-04.html' title='term 03 wk 04: GCE O Malay LC'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8539235215587078167</id><published>2007-07-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:53:37.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>Chemistry was weird. Haha. We were told to attempt questions on page 97 of the TYS. Guess what? There’s no page 97 in my TYS (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I went to watch Transformers with G. I have to tell you man; the movie was a splendour from A to Z. The visual effects were brilliant. Every little speck of detail was so well taken care of. Plus, the humour was great! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam’s happy time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended and stayed throughout the credits to finish up the popcorn. Haha. I went to the toilet. Somehow, I couldn’t find the exit/ entrance of the toilet that I ended up walking in the toilet in circles &gt;.&lt; Went for lunch at BK. Not bad ar! I’m still feeling quite full since lunch. No need for dinner! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that there’s nothing much at PS, we headed home. And it’s my first time taking a train on the purple line. The platform has a total different concept from the usual ones that I usually take. Nice and classy. The MRT station at Punggol also has that nice-and-classy concept. Okay, even the bus interchange. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus, G showed me around to the ‘haunted house’. Oooo… Creepy. I walked across 2 lanes and like no one’s business! Haha. No moving vehicles you see… Perhaps I’ll get to see more sites next time when there’s more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8539235215587078167?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8539235215587078167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8539235215587078167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8539235215587078167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8539235215587078167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2753873551080114833</id><published>2007-07-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:46:10.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gXL1E9tUmR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gXL1E9tUmR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All day staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;All night hearing voices telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be...me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself in public&lt;br /&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know they've all been talking about me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've lost my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how I used to beHow I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little unwell&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. I've been singing this all day. I realised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2753873551080114833?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2753873551080114833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2753873551080114833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2753873551080114833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2753873551080114833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/07/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6715843016920601546</id><published>2007-06-30T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:44:36.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>term 3 week 01: start of a boring routine</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt; at long last! Hmm... Nothing much for today. Just my prediction that I'm going to complete my remaining 4English essays, drill my tuition teacher on functions (I'd better complete his homework xP) and continue MUGGING! Gee. Sounds boring eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6715843016920601546?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6715843016920601546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6715843016920601546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6715843016920601546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6715843016920601546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-week-01.html' title='term 3 week 01: start of a boring routine'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8175533373678541250</id><published>2007-06-24T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:11:30.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>hog off!</title><content type='html'>I decided to make a digest every week (from tomorrow onwards) since I had this pact of not touching the computer during weekdays. Haha. Unless necessary, of course. Maybe it'll help me get un-stuck from the computer and start on my revision + studies xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8175533373678541250?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8175533373678541250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8175533373678541250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8175533373678541250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8175533373678541250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/hog-off.html' title='hog off!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6066939496993252097</id><published>2007-06-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:50:35.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>BBQ-cum-birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After tuition, I went straight to Aunty Aishah's house for the BBQ. At first, I had no idea what's the special occasion. Later on, I found out that it was Aunty Yan's birthday. Haha. It was 7 when I reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eat. Eat. Eat. Boy, the cream on a slice of cake is enough to put on a few kilos man. Afterwards, all of us (cousins only. no adults allowed =P) went to swim. The boys played chicken whereas the girls just discussed the current hottest guys while dipping in the pool. After swimming, everyone head home. Tired and now I've caught a cold. Brilliant`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/608587020_6ecf17a5fa_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha! My 5 specially BBQed cheese hotdogs xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6066939496993252097?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6066939496993252097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6066939496993252097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6066939496993252097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6066939496993252097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/bbq-cum-birthday-party.html' title='BBQ-cum-birthday party'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/608587020_6ecf17a5fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8195220301002134470</id><published>2007-06-22T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:58:23.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>out to study</title><content type='html'>Haha. The National Library has 16 storeys for I don't-know-what. The reference part of the library has lame policies. Granted, some inconsiderate doodoos would do some damage to the reference books. But still, couldn't they make room on more storeys for peeps to study (not only on Level 5 and B1)? Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're even now. blehhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8195220301002134470?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8195220301002134470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8195220301002134470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8195220301002134470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8195220301002134470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-to-study.html' title='out to study'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8562049068500618462</id><published>2007-06-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:39:59.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><title type='text'>k550i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t4.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1183183209195&amp;id=1f5c615d3d07f03f406948a7866b06cd"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="253" alt="" src="http://t4.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1183183209195&amp;id=1f5c615d3d07f03f406948a7866b06cd" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Mummy was in a super duper good mood today that she let me buy my dream phone. Weee` Haha. It's K55oi btw. The sad thing was that all my sms-es are goneD (!!!) since I forgot to save them in my SIM card. And no more Bobby Carrot too T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8562049068500618462?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8562049068500618462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8562049068500618462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8562049068500618462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8562049068500618462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/k550i.html' title='k550i'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6025908051919698418</id><published>2007-06-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:01:50.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>my answer</title><content type='html'>You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance.&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment of weakness but ... I'm going to have to say&lt;u&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6025908051919698418?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6025908051919698418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6025908051919698418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6025908051919698418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6025908051919698418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-answer.html' title='my answer'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2212822770065482717</id><published>2007-06-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:53:54.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>Should have said no</title><content type='html'>You should've thought twice before you let it all go&lt;br /&gt;You should've know that word, bout what you did with her&lt;br /&gt;Would get back to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2212822770065482717?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2212822770065482717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2212822770065482717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2212822770065482717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2212822770065482717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-have-said-no.html' title='Should have said no'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-1472512165442020314</id><published>2007-06-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:53:15.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>150607</title><content type='html'>What can I say? The chalet’s fun! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike others, my class had remedial lessons in the morning. Geez. I was so sleepy then. After Chemistry, I briskly walked to the MRT station to pass Audrey the cash. Thank god I borrowed the security guard’s umbrella (yea.. the SECURITY GUARD’s one) or I’d be so very wet. Haha. When I made it to Maths Homeroom, Ms Ang was still going on about some administrative matters. Grr. If I’d known it was going to happen, I would have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strolled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my way back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of us were dismissed, I made plans to meet up with Daniel and HupSong (so that they can help me carry the drinks xP). Somehow, the plan evolved and my dad ended up sending us to the chalet (the wrong one!!). LOL. We could still call Audrey to meet us at the pool. Well, I guess we were all at the pool but (!!!) at different chalets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla. We were finally back on track and met up with the rest. I sponsored the cost of the ice since they didn’t bring any cash with them. Everyone watched FD3 that I brought along. Haha. Very gruesome la. Hopefully Ruzaini won’t get any weird ideas about his flight today and the Flight 180. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, me, Audrey and YiQi went to fetch Miss Kuan. BUT!! At the wrong time. Haha. In the end, we hung out at the air conditioned place while waiting for time to pass. WeiLiat and Ruzaini found us and took some pics. In the end, the 5 of us went to fetch Miss Kuan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1027/564592854_da0272ed88_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/564593766_ab1ff76861_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The rest were watching Spidey 3 when we returned. Ruzaini had to go about 6 plus. Me, HupSong, YiQi and WeiLiat went to send him off. Haha. Funny, we anyhow pinpoint his parents car. In the end, he walked out, not they drive in. Haha. Maybe there was a need to pay in order to enter? Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps came and go. Warren MIA-ed. Wah. Kailin so fierce la. Scold in the toilet until outside also can hear. In the end, Warren came with the stuff and most peeps went down to start the fire. Took more pics of the X-kiddos + WeiLiat in the room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1404/565015839_e5c9a2e22b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1199/564595642_13d5812bf3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kai assigned Gabriel to be the housekeeper (or rather ROOMkeeper) since he was watching Spidey3. The ending was still quite saddening to me although I watched it before. Haha. I purposely close my eyes la so no one can see my teary eyes xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Spidey 3, we went down and joined the rest for BBQ. Haha. I sure had a lot of hotdogs!!! Yummy` Hanged around, talked, laughed, joked. Later, me and Audrey went up to watch the 9pm show on Chn 8. The drama was sooo dramatic man! I guess that was the reason why we were shouting away. Hees. Went back down after the show ended. Heidi and HupSong arrived. Haha. We saved abundant food for them and Miss Ng too okay? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1004/565015359_ca8a3e4814_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1103/564594386_9471c67f05_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1049/564597474_e6de337476.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1177/565016843_b0e1ac7898.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1250/565018157_15096767e6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1436/564597986_24a1640675.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;Talked some more. Took pics of the group before Miss Kuan and Miss Ho and Miss Kailin and Mr WeiLiat (LOL! JK la) went off. Oh yea. WeiLiat’s ringtone was quite catchy that Audrey wanted it to continue ringing all the way. Haha. After clearing the mess at the BBQ pit (including the observation of SUBLIMATION =P), all of us went up to take more pics before Miss Ng head home. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1143/565019897_f66bc35831.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/564601572_f448572b48.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; Those who were 16 and above went to play pool (Warren, Gabriel, HupSong and me) whereas those who were under 16 went to rent some movies from HongXiang FOC-ly. Haha. Me and HupSong played pool for the first time. The pro-s of course taught us how to play. Oh yea, I got hit by the very long stick once only. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12.30am, we head back to the room but stopped by Cheers for a while. The song Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by FOB was playing in the background. I pointed it out to Gabriel. Well, he thought I was going to die or something in the next second since I rubbed my eye (which looked like crying, I think). LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U-16 xP were watching Kung Fu Hustle when we came back. After the movie, it was time for Audrey to head home. Pouts. Oh well, the five of us (me, H, G, Y, W) became her security guard and ‘protect’ her in star-formation. HAHA. Don’t know whose very creative idea is that hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, a note to Audrey…&lt;br /&gt;No need to be sorry la k? We also thought of you too.. Haha, remember the mass sms you received? I bet you received mine first =P Plus, there’s always a next time. And also… we won’t get into trouble without you! Hehe. Apart from Warren and HupSong xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us took turns to use the toilet. Geez. Warren bathe sooo long. Me, Heidi and Gabriel hung our towels outside the room. No bird shit but only dried leaves on the towels next morning. Phew. After everyone was done showering, we played Truth or Dare. It was funny at the part HupSong shared his most embarrassing moments. LOL. I laughed like hell man =P Later, the game died off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HupSong and Gabriel daidi-ed. I had the upper hand, though I wasn’t playing as I get a sneak peek at their cards. Haha. The rest were ready to sleep already. After Joanne went home, which was about 4am, &lt;s&gt;HupSong&lt;/s&gt; Gabriel switched off the lights. It was a blast of darkness, I’m telling you. I can’t even see my hand right in front of my face. Lolx. I have to admit I was frightened for a while until HupSong switched on some lights. Me, YiQi and Gabriel placed our specs at the top of the headrest or whatnot you call it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is the lame part. Someone knocked on the headrest thingy and I thought it was Warren, who came back from sending Joanne off. Guess what was Warren doing? Sleeping soundly at one corner. LOL. Then I can still say: Eh open the door. Warren come back already xP Actually, no one went to walk Joanne out. Maybe everyone was tired. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one blanket short so HupSong had no erm… pillow + blanket. Since there’s no Xbox to play, I let him play the Bobby Carrot on my phone. Haha. Besides, it took me a week plus to pass Level 25. Perhaps the ‘dota king’ could help me with that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going to the toilet for a numerous number of times. Haha. And guess what I did in there? Wash my hands. Only! Then I would do some stretching, walked around the room and checked on HupSong if he passed Level 25. Haha. Some time later, I knocked out (but knocked back in too =P). Gabriel mentioned that HupSong might be cold, considering the air con and all. Out of nowhere, it just struck me to check the cupboard. Tada! There was a sheet of cloth (confirm plus guarantee not blanket le) in there. Haha. I guess it could act as some kind of ‘blanket’ for him ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to my iPod (it was already switched on and playing all the random songs anyway) and somehow I went back to sleep. HupSong became the handphone (not telephone) operator. LOL. Heidi’s phone also rang earlier on but HupSong had to attend to it instead. My mom called about 8 plus, I think. Woke me up and shove the fone in my face. I was like, ‘O crap! Mummy calling!’ Haha. Talked to her outside the room. Blablabla. Everyone woke up, wash up, pack up and ate up the Pringles Kailin brought over the previous night (and watched Kids Central!). Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/564602304_527e8bccf4_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/565020581_a489392f89.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;A little before 10.30, we signed out and head home. Me and Heidi walked all the way to Pasir Ris Int (since we’re taking the same bus) as morning exercise. LOL. We saw some people playing soccer and thus chose the route nearer to them. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Miss Soh on the way up the bus. Haha. Apparently, we alighted at the same stop. We chatted about JC and Poly, yea you know, stuff like that. Reached home. Everyone was watching Goal 2. Haha. I joined them after my bath but fell asleep a while later. In the end, I slept till half an hour before tuition xP &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-1472512165442020314?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/1472512165442020314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=1472512165442020314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1472512165442020314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1472512165442020314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/150607.html' title='150607'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1027/564592854_da0272ed88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5152274671819478051</id><published>2007-06-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:15:12.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>engagement</title><content type='html'>Kak Asyiqah got engaged today. Quite a boring ceremony if you ask me. With the exception of the FOOD`! Me, Fiqah, Hilya and Aqilah kept eating non-stop though we were so full. Haha. Tried &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dish after dish, cakes after cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the eating session (from 1pm - 4pm) and photo-taking with the very-pretty-soon-to-be-bride and handling teasings from Hilya, there's nothing much to say anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5152274671819478051?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5152274671819478051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5152274671819478051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5152274671819478051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5152274671819478051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/engagement.html' title='engagement'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7342271008073846073</id><published>2007-06-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:30:53.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><title type='text'>100th file in sharing folder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a toast to the 100th file in our sharing folder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/532507603_5be3bd1945_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7342271008073846073?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7342271008073846073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7342271008073846073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7342271008073846073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7342271008073846073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/100th-file-in-sharing-folder.html' title='100th file in sharing folder'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/532507603_5be3bd1945_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6984797243380098006</id><published>2007-06-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:32:33.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>IFC camp @ sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a particularly emotionally demanding day yesterday; happy, sad, confused and many others mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Sentosa was fun. It has been a very long time since I went there. I was happily tagging behind the crowd when the teachers called me and Daniel out. Apparently, they wanted to separate the whole club into 2. Pft. Luckily, I chose the more interesting tour guide for the day. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting certain species of creatures from the beach wasn’t really my idea of spending the morning. It turned out to be fun anyway. Lucky for me, I took a picture of Zaini’s very lovely pair of shoes before they were destroyed by all the sea water and muddy sand on the beach. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/535658764_369ab89eb0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/535652944_c567ff4760_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, everyone congregated in the air conditioned (THANK GOD!) room for a presentation on water and environmental whatnots. FangYi, Ms Tan’s baby boy, kept on walking around. Once a while, he would walk up, looked at me, giving an invisible chuckle and walked off. He’s shy, according to Gabriel. Haha. Toddlers are cute but I’m not that good with them (unlike Warren) xP &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/535650462_b815e1c28a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Daniel’s group went to the aquarium, mine went to dissect fishes and squids. I had to cut a fish. Sheesh. Every cut I made, fish poop kept on pooping out. LoL. Zaini cut up the squid until the scissors was all black and yucky. YiQi cut up the fish if I’m not wrong. Gabriel was very sad to cut up the fishes. Cheer up okay? Feeding the turtles made it all worthwhile anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/535658762_d2cd96c560_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the aquarium and washed our hands. There was a xpy’s basin in the toilet. I wonder if Audrey used it =P Haha. The whole group had a walk around the aquarium and took a lot of pictures. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/535658766_282c8265d9_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/535652924_1efa0a1078_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/535652922_1f3a578db6_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/535658756_8d951e035c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/535652966_1c87569b36_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/535650440_d7e254d587_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was running short so we had to rush back to the room for a de-briefing. After which, we took pictures. Again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/535658768_78aed956f9_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zaini the modern TNT! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boarded the bus. Everyone became more energetic and not so lethargic. The bus became noisier and livelier. Basically, most of the noise came from the peeps who were playing dai di. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us had lunch followed by a few rounds of Bridge. Me and HupSong scammed YiQi and Audrey in one of the rounds. Haha! So bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/535652914_1664384eef_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/535650448_25a1a559e3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the election, Daniel made a speech. TSK! That guy ar last minute also have script in his hand. After everyone applauded for him, I hand-signalled Mdm Sumrah saying that I didn’t want to give a speech. In the end, I had to resort to impromptu speech. Gahh. My first line was quite steady but as I looked around, I caught sight of Audrey wiping away her tears. Geez. From then on, I also felt myself tearing up and my voice wasn’t very stable already. Thus, I made my speech short and simple. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/238/535650466_61cb098e32_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yea. Congrats from me to Audrey (the Chairperson, chairman is a little gender discriminative lol) and to Jason (the Vice Chairperson). There’ll be the transfer of badge ceremony later on. And speaking of that, I’d better start searching for the VC badge &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Gabriel viewed the pictures taken while waiting for Audrey and YiQi to finish their talk with the teachers. Seems to me FangYi has a thing with bottles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac-ed at White Sands. Since we were still full, we just had a drink (and an ice cream for me! hees). Talked and talked until Audrey had to go. All of us went off together with her too. Haha. It’s fun but hopefully, it isn’t the last drink/meal we would be having together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6984797243380098006?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6984797243380098006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6984797243380098006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6984797243380098006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6984797243380098006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/ifc-camp-sentosa.html' title='IFC camp @ sentosa'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/535658764_369ab89eb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-56460832288525695</id><published>2007-06-06T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:03:35.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I'd rather be lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="223" width="247"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18hFzft9SJA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18hFzft9SJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite country singer; Tyler Hilton. Woots`&lt;br /&gt;It's just a plus point that he has nice hair and a charming smile xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-56460832288525695?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/56460832288525695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=56460832288525695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/56460832288525695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/56460832288525695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-ratther-be-alone.html' title='I&apos;d rather be lonely'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-833245990998407595</id><published>2007-06-05T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:27:07.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>english stu seminar</title><content type='html'>The English seminar was very interesting. In fact, guys with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bellies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are funny! Haha. Private joke. I prefer Anthony Green if compared to Peter Batchelor. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not bad ar! I remembered their names without referring to the lecture notes. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Speaking of lecture notes, mine only has &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15%&lt;/span&gt; of jotted notes and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of 'chat logs'. Lol! I bet the girl beside HupSong will have a horrifying shock to see his lecture notes. Haha. I was feeling pretty shag by the time the seminar ended. Said lots of goodbyes and Ciao` I disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady at the MRT who went up to this man in front of me asking about the directions to Woodlands. The guy elaborated on how to get there by bus, taxi (lame! I can also say that) and train. The lady just went, 'Ah! Oh! Ok! Thanks ar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minute, she asked me the very same question. I wanted to give the don't-disturb-me-when-I-don't-feel-good look. In the end, I just repeated every single word the guy said. End of story. I guess that lady would go on and ask another person around since the elaboration was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; elaborated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I found a very GOOD use for newspapers. Hees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-833245990998407595?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/833245990998407595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=833245990998407595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/833245990998407595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/833245990998407595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/english-stu-seminar.html' title='english stu seminar'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5838745311734860412</id><published>2007-06-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:06:09.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>trip to nus</title><content type='html'>The study camp today was cut short since 4e6 was heading to NUS together with Ms Ang. Wee`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey there was filled with lots of laughter and chatter. Haha. Well, what can you say? My class can play hard too okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all seated in one of the theaters for the whole overview of NUS. Quite interesting. Haha. Apparently it wasn't for DeHong since he was sleeping away. Ms Ang's handphone rang twice during the talk. Gee. The whole class went 'Shh!' At the end of the talk, each of us were given a NUS plush toy. It is nice but not as cute as Kai's water wally. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we went for a bus tour around the campus, we to check out the toilet. The toilet paper holder works through sensor! Haha. Wendy and I were so fascinated by the technology that we repeatedly tear out the toilet paper which was being rolled out. Haha! Qian2 took a video of it. Shall ask it from her later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the toilet trip, most of us went to Spinelli's. The cookies were delicious, not to mention cheap. Ranford took quite a lot of sugar and creamer packets and stuffed them in someone's file. LOL! Jodie and I took quite a long time to decide which latte we wanted. In the end, none of us tried Spinelli's latte since all of us were supposed to be in the bus already. Darn it! For sure, I won't be missing out another opportunity like this in future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sports facilities were fabulous. The track at the stadium there is so much bigger than the track in Tampines Stadium. TSK! I was so tempted to take a picture of that but too bad. My fone is quite lousy. Plus, there are quite a lot of tennis courts. [hint hint to YiQi]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bookstore was not too bad. Ms Ang bought about 9 stacks of foolscap with the NUS logo stamped on it. Haha! I hope she isn't serious about using that paper for her Maths lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a demitasse (caramel latte!!) at the cafe. Haha. The fragrance is still imprinted on my brain. That would be the number one smell I'll always remember. Ahh`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the journey back, Ms Ang went super high. LOL! One of her pictures was super funny! Too bad that I'm going to respect her wish and not upload her picture. Haha. Oh yea. Daniel, ZiJie and WeiQuan were sleeping at the back. Ms Ang happily took a shot of them sleeping. Haha. The rest of us were bursting with laughter. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/531314632_68cf9e063c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JingXiong, the birthday boy, poses for one of Ms Ang's whacky idea. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/531314644_9c573e9977_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The ferris wheel is so very huge. Maybe I'll get a ride on it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1436/531314672_e4558260c8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah` The foolscap paper and the plush toy. Haha. Only Sharir's plush toy has a 'nipple'. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5838745311734860412?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5838745311734860412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5838745311734860412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5838745311734860412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5838745311734860412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-nus.html' title='trip to nus'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/531314632_68cf9e063c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-341072135260375000</id><published>2007-06-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:43:17.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>happy an-NO-versary</title><content type='html'>I went up to my parents, 'Happy Anniversary!'&lt;br /&gt;They went like, 'Thanks!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, rooted. We looked at each other. 'Yes?' He asked.&lt;br /&gt;'So... I wished you happy anniversary already.. Can I go to the chalet now?', giving the very hopeful look.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. All I got was a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;pFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-341072135260375000?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/341072135260375000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=341072135260375000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/341072135260375000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/341072135260375000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-no-versary.html' title='happy an-NO-versary'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5831382297569644788</id><published>2007-06-01T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:32:29.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>dentention!</title><content type='html'>I was late for Ms Ang's class. 45min late, to be exact. Hence the detention. Pff.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I didn't really like school today. For a numerous number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, my parents asked me out for dinner later. Haha. Hopefully, things are beginning to look up. O well, besides me having to tell them about the detention thingy. I think they'll explode &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5831382297569644788?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5831382297569644788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5831382297569644788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5831382297569644788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5831382297569644788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/06/dentention.html' title='dentention!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-3950449416914320958</id><published>2007-05-31T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:13:25.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>these days</title><content type='html'>These days...&lt;br /&gt;1) i feel so damn &lt;strong&gt;shag&lt;/strong&gt;. mentally.&lt;br /&gt;2) i don't feel like my usual self.&lt;br /&gt;3) i've been hoping that these past days had never happen.&lt;br /&gt;4) i always get scolding for a numerous number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;5) nothing seems to be going so well right now.&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm not talking to those two blockheads.&lt;br /&gt;7) i think i am in need of anger management.&lt;br /&gt;8) i did a good job (i think) in putting on a &lt;strong&gt;happy facade&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9) i've been wondering what is so wrong about balancing my life&lt;br /&gt;10) can it change for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be so angry that night if you had just believed me. You expect me to trust you 100% without having any percentage of trust from you? Trust don't work that way, I'm afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-3950449416914320958?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/3950449416914320958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=3950449416914320958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3950449416914320958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/3950449416914320958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/these-days.html' title='these days'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-1739653432615753741</id><published>2007-05-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:28:29.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>boxercise</title><content type='html'>Boxercise was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Well, I get to laugh a lot without many people staring. Plus I really get to box people! Haha. Gabriel and Warren became my victims. Wahahaha! Other than that, the rest of the day was pretty monotonous. Pff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-1739653432615753741?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/1739653432615753741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=1739653432615753741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1739653432615753741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/1739653432615753741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/boxercise.html' title='boxercise'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7832899816822765937</id><published>2007-05-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:40:53.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>10 pound ashtray</title><content type='html'>Gah!! I really wished I had a 10pound ashtray to throw at their faces. It was only 8.30pm. Piss off la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7832899816822765937?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7832899816822765937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7832899816822765937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7832899816822765937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7832899816822765937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-pound-ashtray.html' title='10 pound ashtray'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8298005355713699160</id><published>2007-05-28T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:17:29.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>MT O's</title><content type='html'>I'm done with MT O's. Overall, the paper was tough and simple mixed together. Haha. Sharir was over the moon, I guess. He's so hyped up. Lol. And guess what? I think I was the first looney again to be out of the school. And Shobana can finish her essay in 10min. Pro` &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls planned to go to Ana's grave today after the paper. I kind of read the sms a little too late. Besides I was already in school and I didn't bring along the letter that they planned to read there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I managed to put everything aside to prepare for today's paper. Haha. Now that it is over, everything comes toppling back on me. Someone once said: Crying helps. Random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I selfish trying to be strong and not weeping for you although I feel like it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8298005355713699160?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8298005355713699160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8298005355713699160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8298005355713699160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8298005355713699160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/mt-os.html' title='MT O&apos;s'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2242163122898621863</id><published>2007-05-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:57:27.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>bloodY</title><content type='html'>The jewel of your ring grazed my lips and (oh well!) made a bloody cut. You might just as well throw a 10 pound ashtray on my head instead. Won't that be better for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2242163122898621863?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2242163122898621863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2242163122898621863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2242163122898621863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2242163122898621863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloody.html' title='bloodY'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-7361015355447644103</id><published>2007-05-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:54:24.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>tee design</title><content type='html'>Wheee` We are finally done with the tee design. Oh well, no more IFC logo since it's our own personal ones. Hehe. Maybe the IFC shirt can be done by the next chairman. LOL [hint hint].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-7361015355447644103?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/7361015355447644103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=7361015355447644103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7361015355447644103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/7361015355447644103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/bye-bye.html' title='tee design'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-2870188670082402390</id><published>2007-05-25T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:20:07.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>sacrifice</title><content type='html'>It's the last day. Of all the duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest here. I have to admit that a part of me is breathing in a sigh of relief. However, everything comes with a sacrifice. Of course, it is none other than my best pals. There'll be no more bonding time. (No, no. Not the one Heidi mentioned. Lol) We'll be seeing each other lesser and lesser everyday, every week and eventually we're going our separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate this day, Audrey presented me a card. Haha. Gabriel and Daniel got one too. Thanks a lot, yeah? It'll be one of the gifts not to be discarded. At all cost! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the card in two different moods. Early this morning when I read it, it was funny. You have to admit it; the card sure has its humour. On the other hand, when I read it again on the train home, I saw something I didn't in the morning. The feelings shown were there, between those lines. I was really moved by it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letters to you peeps would, of course, lastest be received on the 7th June. Lol. This time, read it at home ar! There shouldn't be tears when we're supposed to enjoy our day at Sentosa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It isn't goodbye. Yet. &lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Song dedication to Audrey: &lt;em&gt;I will remember you by Ryan Cabrera&lt;/em&gt;. Enjoy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-2870188670082402390?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/2870188670082402390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=2870188670082402390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2870188670082402390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/2870188670082402390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/sacrifice.html' title='sacrifice'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-537293025673014205</id><published>2007-05-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:09:46.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>game of luck</title><content type='html'>Luck is all about being prepared for those opportunities that comes knocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-537293025673014205?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/537293025673014205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=537293025673014205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/537293025673014205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/537293025673014205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-of-luck.html' title='game of luck'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-6583080264882687961</id><published>2007-05-23T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:39:06.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>I feel empty. Emptily lost. There's just this emptiness inside. Weirdly, I just want it to be left empty. I don't want that space to be occupied too soon. I guess with time, the empty space won't be left so empty afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-6583080264882687961?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/6583080264882687961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=6583080264882687961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6583080264882687961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/6583080264882687961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-8328425811889397734</id><published>2007-05-22T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:42:20.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>trust and patience</title><content type='html'>I had to sit on the fence, initially. I didn't want to jump to anything I wasn't sure with (I was 99% sure anyways). And now? I'm happy I didn't doubt my good friend. &lt;font size="1"&gt;Trust is important afterall.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us got scolding just now. I genuinely felt sorry. For not listening to what he was talking about, not for talking because I just listened to others talking. Anyway, I &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; mumble a sorry. Doubt he heard it though. It is always like that when I apologise to someone. They don't hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty scary when one stares right down in your eyes. Like someone said, eyes are windows to your souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience don't heal scars. Time does. I'll be speaking from experience. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-8328425811889397734?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/8328425811889397734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=8328425811889397734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8328425811889397734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/8328425811889397734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/trust-patience-and-sorry.html' title='trust and patience'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-5743196109754493580</id><published>2007-05-21T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:05:02.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>unspoken goodbye</title><content type='html'>The news was too sudden. &lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes, no nothing. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss her. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'm trying not to shed the tears. And I'm still trying. &lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-5743196109754493580?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/5743196109754493580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=5743196109754493580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5743196109754493580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/5743196109754493580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/unspoken-goodbye.html' title='unspoken goodbye'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-870632075181562578</id><published>2007-05-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:54:23.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>therapy type01: shopping</title><content type='html'>Shopping therapy works. Not forgetting to mention about the yummy cheese &lt;em&gt;hotdogs&lt;/em&gt;. Slurps. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of green pants, thinking that jeans is all that I'm wearing these days. &lt;em&gt;Booooriiingggg!&lt;/em&gt; Besides, Bossini was having a sale so why not drop by? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also bought a pair of slippers. Gee. I think the last pair of slippers I had was a few months ago. Plus, my mom wouldn't let me buy the one that I wanted (the one with the strap at the back). Pff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I want a new hairstyle. Something like Sandra Bullocks' hairstyle when she's acting in 28 Days. Haha. Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-870632075181562578?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/870632075181562578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=870632075181562578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/870632075181562578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/870632075181562578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/therapy-type01-shopping.html' title='therapy type01: shopping'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-910457207657434944</id><published>2007-05-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:51:57.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big&apos;O&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>postcard</title><content type='html'>Before tuition, me and Fiq went to KFC for lunch. WOOH. It's been long time since I had a Zinger meal. Haha. Slacked there until it was almost 4pm. Proceeded to BigBookshop. I browsed through some books and other random stuff while Fiq picked out things for her project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. I came upon the postcard section. It wasn't there before wasn't it? Anyway, there were a few nice designs and I picked out one specially for a friend. Hopefully s/he cheers up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Kai's advice is right. Reading really helps keeping people occupied. True, I read books. But it's just for the leisure of it, not to keep me occupied. Should be reading more. Lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be intensive MT lessons next week, in preparation to the MT O's which falls on the 28th. Haha. I should be snapping back to the books already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-910457207657434944?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/910457207657434944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=910457207657434944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/910457207657434944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/910457207657434944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/postcard.html' title='postcard'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-4722353809847445636</id><published>2007-05-18T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:40:45.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYE 07`'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>mood-less</title><content type='html'>Cancelled the trip to watch spidey3 again. Haha. He has soccer practice and apparently just remembered. It's okay, I guess. I wasn't in the mood for a free movie anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Shahidah at the library. LOL! Not literally bump but she tickled me from the back. No fair! I wasn't prepared. Haha. Anyway, chatted for a while then we went our separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE. Last time, she was so much taller than me. Haha. Look who's the taller one now. Blehhh. See! Disturb me some more? You become shorter. TSK. And it reminds me of my friend who is currently being in the same situation. I better not disturb her la. Later, I become shorter also. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MYE results are... oh-you-know. Not really happy nor sad about it. I'm just ignoring it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Keep your hands off my trigger.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-4722353809847445636?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/4722353809847445636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=4722353809847445636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4722353809847445636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/4722353809847445636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/mood-less.html' title='mood-less'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-453983576413363797</id><published>2007-05-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:35:10.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up personal'/><title type='text'>rumours</title><content type='html'>Rumours aren't necessarily true. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bummed that you believed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's nothing but a tinge of disappointment lingers.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243695925087564586-453983576413363797?l=zincated09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/feeds/453983576413363797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8243695925087564586&amp;postID=453983576413363797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/453983576413363797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243695925087564586/posts/default/453983576413363797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincated09.blogspot.com/2007/05/rumours.html' title='rumours'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243695925087564586.post-9156578854597245759</id><published>2007-05-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:09:39.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Spidey 3</title><content type='html'>I'm officially bankrupt as of today. 50 bucks poofED just like that in thin air. Lol! That's a happy belated mother's day present for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in for today. It was almost one when I went to buy the tickets of Spiderman3. Haha. The part when Harry died was quite touching to me. I guess I was sniffing a little too loud that the person sitting next to me handed me a tissue. LOL. Very paisei, you know. And I sat at seat 09, my favourtite number! Random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid for lunch. Paid for shopping. Walked till blisters. There was this event of giving out of free Coca Cola Light (no calories) bottles at Tampines Interchange. 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