<?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-27983496</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:40:04.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The original heroine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27983496.post-115288008892449085</id><published>2006-07-14T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T05:28:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, &lt;strong&gt;school was as usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that it was &lt;strong&gt;more serious&lt;/strong&gt; during &lt;strong&gt;maths lesson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after school, went back to class to decorate the corners and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home at 1.&lt;br /&gt;arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;get ready to go to &lt;strong&gt;ncc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ncc start already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the rest who is in charge of the PT, sit at the canteen and just plan of what to do during PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, help to carry the rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL rifles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, haha, i carried 3.&lt;br /&gt;then, this one guy got problem along the way, and &lt;strong&gt;i have to carry 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plan and plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PT time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the sec 1's and 2's are so &lt;strong&gt;irritating yet funny and friendly&lt;/strong&gt; leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm-up.&lt;br /&gt;then, have to watch out for this one guy, &lt;strong&gt;SENGkat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;still got the cheek to &lt;strong&gt;ask me to call him HANDSOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shouted alot actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but, in a fun way lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, it was fun.&lt;/strong&gt; ehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, run around the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;still not satisfied, some want to &lt;strong&gt;run around the whole school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can die&lt;/strong&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, played &lt;strong&gt;dog and bone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to play captain's ball actually.&lt;br /&gt;but, there is no bench and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;so, ya.&lt;br /&gt;most of them started to complain.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not listening&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like &lt;strong&gt;smacking this SENGKAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;he will always &lt;strong&gt;imitate what i talk in an irritating kind of way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at that time, his number was 2.&lt;br /&gt;so, i threaten him and will call out number 2 (since im the PTI), if he ever irritate me again sia.&lt;br /&gt;and he was like, &lt;strong&gt;"okay, okay! i won't irritate you lah! i handsome what."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he &lt;strong&gt;smile &lt;/strong&gt;like asking a smack from me like that.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, changed to full-u.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115288008892449085?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115288008892449085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115288008892449085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115288008892449085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115288008892449085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/07/start_14.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115261965877958158</id><published>2006-07-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:07:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, school was &lt;strong&gt;as usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it rain, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, then, our &lt;strong&gt;maths teacher did not come again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, there was &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; coming into our class and wanted to know why our &lt;strong&gt;class is doing so bad&lt;/strong&gt; in, well, &lt;strong&gt;almost everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and, he even commented about our &lt;strong&gt;class not being lively&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;notice boards are all blank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after he went away, we were like &lt;strong&gt;"kampung" people&lt;/strong&gt;. getting together and doing what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we have our art lesson.&lt;br /&gt;we painted stuffs again.&lt;br /&gt;after that, the bell rang and it's time for recess.&lt;br /&gt;so, me and seri sat outside the class and did our MT homework.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last-minute work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes-aah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we have literature.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever the spirits say okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, MT lesson.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we have PCCG at the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;we were not supposed to on the comp. but, seri open it somehow and we went bloghopping.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;lucky &lt;/strong&gt;the teacher could not see us. &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; i did not exchanged my seat, which is at the very back and far away from the teacher, with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to crystal time to buy all the things that we are supposed to buy to decorate &lt;strong&gt;the NE board.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have our interact meeting.&lt;br /&gt;again, bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, can go off already.&lt;br /&gt;sent seri to the usual place and while we were walking, we &lt;strong&gt;jumped on any puddle we saw and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;my shoes are filled with water.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115261965877958158?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115261965877958158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115261965877958158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115261965877958158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115261965877958158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/07/start_11.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115252641423501105</id><published>2006-07-10T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:13:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but, don't have to assemble at the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;bacause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's raining, it's pouring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the old man is snoring..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put our bags in our class.&lt;br /&gt;then, went to sabrina's class.&lt;br /&gt;chat, &lt;strong&gt;open the windows for them&lt;/strong&gt;. pity them.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;strong&gt; pity me for being their servant&lt;/strong&gt;, actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, look out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saw seri walking on the linkway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just called her name and she can hear me already.&lt;br /&gt;we're like, so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so, i continued &lt;strong&gt;shouting to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at the second floor while she is still at the ground level, outside school somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes-aah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang the national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;was talking with the rest, then, our form teacher just have to pull me out to talk about &lt;strong&gt;the notice board.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, &lt;strong&gt;i got no time for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got better things to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it's time for our PE.&lt;br /&gt;well, we &lt;strong&gt;played volleyball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we have our english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prepare for oral&lt;/strong&gt; and bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, during recess time, sit outside class and did my literature homework with &lt;strong&gt;seri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths teacher did not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies teacher is also on MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rina did not bring our social studies file.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, literature lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought we were supposed to pass up our homeworks today.&lt;br /&gt;but, actually, we were supposed to hand up the assignments tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;waste my energy leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;strong&gt;the bell rang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115252641423501105?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115252641423501105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115252641423501105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115252641423501105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115252641423501105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/07/start_115252641423501105.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115252510816913850</id><published>2006-07-10T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:51:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was doing my homework &lt;strong&gt;yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in the evening as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then, dad came back home and told us to get ready to go the "doa kenduri", held at my uncle's house this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homeworks not done&lt;/strong&gt; and i &lt;strong&gt;have not even packed my bag&lt;/strong&gt; at that time.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, have to get out at 6 then picked my mum from her workplace.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;strong&gt; because of me&lt;/strong&gt;, we were late.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to my uncle house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atlast, &lt;strong&gt;eat inside one of the bedrooms&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;strong&gt;cousins, mum and mama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;because, the males are still outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we have these, &lt;strong&gt;"food-fight".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's the &lt;strong&gt;aunties business.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and, we got &lt;strong&gt;riddle time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, eveything becomes &lt;strong&gt;chaotic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my cousin teasing me, waste energy only.&lt;br /&gt;with the small kids fighting over the toys.&lt;br /&gt;with the other girl, dancing to the "dangdut" song infront of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;with the aunties wanting to take pics and all.&lt;br /&gt;then, some even "melatah" with shaking heads.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;late night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115252510816913850?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115252510816913850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115252510816913850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115252510816913850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115252510816913850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/07/start_10.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115191330913499385</id><published>2006-07-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:55:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet rina at &lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;she messaged me the wrong thing&lt;/strong&gt; and told me to &lt;strong&gt;meet her at 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay. i just finished my shower at 12.&lt;br /&gt;then she called me and asked if im ready to go out or not.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what's wrong with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, she sent her brother to andalus.&lt;br /&gt;while, i get ready then meet her at &lt;strong&gt;causeway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, we met &lt;strong&gt;seri&lt;/strong&gt; infront of metro, with her friend, &lt;strong&gt;aidah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, took pictures with &lt;strong&gt;azmir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, first time.&lt;br /&gt;took twice as &lt;strong&gt;aidah couldn't control her hands.&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that, waited for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at big album which is full of pictures. duh.&lt;br /&gt;then, there's this &lt;strong&gt;photographer who just went infromt of us and snap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to the taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;behind, there's an isolated place.&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;khairil was there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we walked past him and his escorts.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;seri and aidah wanted to take pics with him actually.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went back to him and &lt;strong&gt;i have to ask him for his permission.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, took pictures for seri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the library with rina to borrow books for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy finding a book on &lt;strong&gt;feminine woman about their love life and career.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;met up with seri and aidah again infront of metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when we saw &lt;strong&gt;ashmi and sufian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;took pictures with them&lt;/strong&gt;, while drinking lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;strong&gt;took another picture with dian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the show while &lt;strong&gt;standing all the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went up to the foodcourt, just to sit and rest for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;went back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, wanted to go to the toilet actually.&lt;br /&gt;and we &lt;strong&gt;stumble upon junaidi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;took pictures with him&lt;/strong&gt; this time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;seri and aidah &lt;strong&gt;play poking&lt;/strong&gt; with him.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, asked seri and aidah if they wanted to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;junaidi was still with them actually.&lt;br /&gt;and so, junaidi thought i asked him along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, no no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang around for awhile though the show had finished.&lt;br /&gt;seri chatted with ashmi and they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we all went to the 4th level.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;played "chasing"&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;we got tired and aidah went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rina, me and seri went to eat at Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;strong&gt;not really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seri makes a fool of herself there.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is the most tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;stand for quite a long time&lt;/strong&gt;. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115191330913499385?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115191330913499385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115191330913499385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115191330913499385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115191330913499385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/07/start.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115158059075149413</id><published>2006-06-29T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:29:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;stars&lt;/em&gt; must have &lt;strong&gt;ignored me&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn a lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't reach for the stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll just look like an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stretching for no reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115158059075149413?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115158059075149413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115158059075149413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115158059075149413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115158059075149413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/stars-must-have-ignored-me-when-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115115467951888986</id><published>2006-06-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:11:19.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TO DEAR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;RINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you read that message already right.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;well, you told me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; LAH..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat your panadol&lt;/strong&gt; ah.&lt;br /&gt;i think you're &lt;strong&gt;TOO EXCITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;not because of the "tertegur" eh.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry yourself too much lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sudah, cukup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115115467951888986?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115115467951888986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115115467951888986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115115467951888986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115115467951888986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-dear-rina.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115115320592504045</id><published>2006-06-24T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:46:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite late today.&lt;br /&gt;but, lucky i still have enough time to shower and get ready to go to my &lt;strong&gt;mandarin class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, during the mandarin lesson, my teacher asked my sister, who sat beside me, "how many people are there in her family", in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;so, she have to answered it back in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and so, after her turn, &lt;strong&gt;it's mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;repeat what my sister said earlier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my teacher was like..&lt;br /&gt;"oh, same ah.."&lt;br /&gt;then my sister made it clear for her and said that &lt;strong&gt;she and i are sisters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my teacher just couldn't believe what she heard.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she exclaimed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HUH?! OH, YOU BOTH SISTERS AH! WAH, NOW I KNOW!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to said, "she is my elder sister" in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hey, most of the people just &lt;strong&gt;cannot believe that we are both sisters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for one thing, we look very different from each other.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i should be &lt;strong&gt;thankful or ungrateful&lt;/strong&gt; for that.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our mandarin class, went to&lt;strong&gt; buy alot of snacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, took the train to causeway and &lt;strong&gt;bought food at long john silver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;packed, packed, PACKED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost couldn't get into the bus.&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrive home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div 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dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115115200583916258</id><published>2006-06-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:26:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went for &lt;strong&gt;bio remedial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots and lots of explainations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did an &lt;strong&gt;experiment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;strong&gt;great counting, seri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for five minutes, you're the girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after remedial, went to &lt;strong&gt;causeway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go bank.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to &lt;strong&gt;888 plaza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went inside the saloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rina get the barbie-like yet rough hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;and i got the grouchy looking but more knowledgeable one.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can sense that rina is suffering.&lt;br /&gt;but, im okay and praying silently that my hair is gonna be okay too.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to do our homeworks under the block.&lt;br /&gt;well, it was &lt;strong&gt;okay for the first few minutes or so..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we really got no mood to continue and say that we're hungry as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im always hungry&lt;/strong&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, went back to 888 plaza and ate at &lt;strong&gt;KFC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat at the usual place.&lt;br /&gt;when the food arrived, we can't really eat.&lt;br /&gt;but, instead we &lt;strong&gt;fed our stomachs with laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;then, make a new e-mail add and that make us laugh even more.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to crystal time to photostat something.&lt;br /&gt;while im inside the shop with rina, and i face the entrance of the shop, my mum just walked pass.&lt;br /&gt;but, i escaped from being seen by her.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;strong&gt;cartoon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back home.&lt;br /&gt;change my e-mail add.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change and went out again.&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;strong&gt;johor with family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our &lt;strong&gt;dinner at Singgah Selalu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to my uncle's house.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;strong&gt;Danga Bay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, watched a &lt;strong&gt;true horror movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;i keep on changing places to get a "safe" place.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, watched a &lt;strong&gt;funny movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, slept at &lt;strong&gt;3+ am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115115200583916258?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115115200583916258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for my bio remedial today.&lt;br /&gt;but, due to a certain reason, &lt;strong&gt;i don't have to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, mum gave me the permission, not to go.&lt;br /&gt;but, dad musn't know about this.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked &lt;strong&gt;maggie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate a &lt;strong&gt;tiny pow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, on the comp and edit alot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;life of a boring person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't even make my bed and wash the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to &lt;strong&gt;clean the house before mum gets back from work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;im so dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, must &lt;strong&gt;close the comp before dad comes back home from work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, &lt;strong&gt;sis is coming back home from Gunung Ledang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if she reached the summit or not.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, im bad.&lt;br /&gt;nah, im not really.&lt;br /&gt;wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i &lt;strong&gt;have to complete my homework!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115078795253231616?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115078795253231616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115078795253231616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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remedial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were supposed to meet rina and afiqah, outside shop n save at 9.40am.&lt;br /&gt;but, i was &lt;strong&gt;late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when i reached the place we were supposed to meet, &lt;strong&gt;no one was there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i thought, they have already left since im late.&lt;br /&gt;so, i make my move and went to school &lt;strong&gt;alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im on my way to school, &lt;strong&gt;rina called.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asks, where i am.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, hey, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not late, they are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah and rina haven't even come out of their house yet when im half-way to school.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met them somewhere and reached school.&lt;br /&gt;lesson has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;yawn, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftre remedial, waited for seri's dad to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, me, rina and afiqah went under a block and &lt;strong&gt;"do our homeworks".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rina don't know whether to eat at KFC at 888 Plaza or not.&lt;br /&gt;so, we crumpled two papers.&lt;br /&gt;one written, &lt;strong&gt;"EAT".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other, &lt;strong&gt;"NOT EAT".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bad english).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina picked the "NOT EAT" paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept quiet for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her if she is sure or not and we &lt;strong&gt;ended up going to 888 plaza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;ate and chatted&lt;/strong&gt; about quite alot of things at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked past a &lt;strong&gt;"football field".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115072245035627459?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115072245035627459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115072245035627459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115072245035627459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115072245035627459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/start_19.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115072089106412681</id><published>2006-06-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T05:41:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, 14 june.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early, to go to &lt;strong&gt;specs course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went out in a hurry because, haven't pasted my napfa bagde to my bagde holder which is with wenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, realise, i've forgotten to clip my nails which is &lt;strong&gt;ultra long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, bought nail-clippers and &lt;strong&gt;clipped my nail while im on my way to school&lt;/strong&gt; with afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived school.&lt;br /&gt;met the rest.&lt;br /&gt;we glued our bagde onto the badge-holder. &lt;strong&gt;last minute work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;then, we got our &lt;strong&gt;own notebooks&lt;/strong&gt; with comments written by our PS in it.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then set off to the HQ.&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;bagde on my beret almost fell off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, arrived HQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were separated into different groups.&lt;br /&gt;so, i was chosen to go to &lt;strong&gt;Mercury 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky, there's wenny.&lt;br /&gt;there's only 6 girls in that group.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, briefing and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;jelly&lt;/strong&gt; is the nicest thing.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then, got an UHU glue from kelvin to stick the bagde properly back to my beret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky, lucky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, put all our bags in one room first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we got this activity.&lt;br /&gt;like, see all the rifles and know the advantages and the disadvantages as well.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to see other stuffs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i was appointed as &lt;strong&gt;IC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;nervous &lt;/strong&gt;and i keep on &lt;strong&gt;forgetting to "sedia" or "senang diri" the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we ate our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and john &lt;strong&gt;roll his banana&lt;/strong&gt; so that the banana would actually got all &lt;strong&gt;squashed up&lt;/strong&gt; and he would then &lt;strong&gt;slurp that squashed banana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;strong&gt;sick and disgusted&lt;/strong&gt; at the sight of him eating his banana because i sat &lt;strong&gt;directly infront of him, facing him somemore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought he would stop but he keeps on doing that to another &lt;strong&gt;6 more bananas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;then have to clean up and the &lt;strong&gt;plastic bag leaked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sir then tell us what to do and then, he paused for while.&lt;br /&gt;we then heard &lt;strong&gt;someone farted!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so &lt;strong&gt;clear and obvious&lt;/strong&gt; that it is someone who farted!&lt;br /&gt;me and wenny suspected &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;, standing close to us at that time, but, &lt;strong&gt;not mentioning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then carry our bags and went to another bunk at the other block.&lt;br /&gt;that's when &lt;strong&gt;we all got chaotic&lt;/strong&gt; with all the other &lt;strong&gt;fuchun sec girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very &lt;strong&gt;noisy yet funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed to our half-u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to have our supper.&lt;br /&gt;and got to know that im not the IC anymore.&lt;br /&gt;because the others also wanted the chance to be the IC.&lt;br /&gt;so, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had cakes for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to our bunks and took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;that was my &lt;strong&gt;first shower at that HQ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;feel so &lt;strong&gt;fresh&lt;/strong&gt;. still got the time to soap myself somemore.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;because me, afiqah and nuraini were the &lt;strong&gt;first to enter the toilets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, wenny and afiqah slept at the &lt;strong&gt;beds ontop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's a double-decker kind of bed.&lt;br /&gt;so, i immediately went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;while afiqah and wenny chatted till late night.&lt;br /&gt;lights off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115072089106412681?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115072089106412681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115072089106412681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115072089106412681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;we then just wash up because we just had our shower last night.&lt;br /&gt;and, anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;toilet is already packed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, put on our no.4.&lt;br /&gt;and, get ready for our &lt;strong&gt;tests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we had our &lt;strong&gt;trainfire test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, &lt;strong&gt;whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first station we went to, is the the station where we had to &lt;strong&gt;upload and reload the rifle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they called us five by five.&lt;br /&gt;so, we waited and asks alot of questions from one another.&lt;br /&gt;we even &lt;strong&gt;confused ourselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but, that was when we also started to make &lt;strong&gt;alot of new friends&lt;/strong&gt;. by &lt;strong&gt;asking a total stranger a confusing question&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, it was my turn. together with wenny, fazdly, saiful and another boy from another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to the station where we have to check clear the rifle and do all the necessary stuffs when there is a double-feeding or something.&lt;br /&gt;that station, is the &lt;strong&gt;most confusing one ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to lie down on our stomachs while holding the rifles.&lt;br /&gt;so, when i lie down flat on my stomach with my boots facing the rest (haha), john, &lt;strong&gt;keep on kicking and scratching my boots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was &lt;strong&gt;absolutely irritating&lt;/strong&gt;, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;so, i lost my focus and when the command is given which means we have to start the test, i &lt;strong&gt;took a little peep&lt;/strong&gt; at the others and continue.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but, that was only for the first few rounds.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;but, for the unfortunate ones who were caught by the sir when they look at the others, i pitied them.&lt;br /&gt;because the whole thing, is &lt;strong&gt;very complicated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we move on to the station whereby a 20 cent coin is being put ontop of the rifle and we have to pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;but, we have to do it carefully because the &lt;strong&gt;20 cent coin musn't drop at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky, we were given a 2nd chance.&lt;br /&gt;because for the first round, i did it, the coin dropped.&lt;br /&gt;then, for the &lt;strong&gt;2nd and final round, i passed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to another &lt;strong&gt;horrifying station&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;which is where we have to &lt;strong&gt;stripped and assemble the rifle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i stripped the first few parts of the rifle and it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;only for the last part.&lt;br /&gt;lucky the sir help.&lt;br /&gt;he did it &lt;strong&gt;slowly, smoothly and out it came.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so unlike me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, time for us to assemble the rifle.&lt;br /&gt;put back all the parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay-okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;ate our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had another test which takes place at the &lt;strong&gt;hot field&lt;/strong&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;for this test, it needs alot of explanation.&lt;br /&gt;even, the sir himself is confused because the others asks him alot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;so, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;took the test.&lt;br /&gt;then, we got scolded because of asking the sir alot of &lt;strong&gt;questions which are unecessary actually&lt;/strong&gt; and make the sir spent alot of time on us just to explain the whole thing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the next station.&lt;br /&gt;the one which involves us &lt;strong&gt;rolling and crawling with the rifle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so paisey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the hand signals.&lt;br /&gt;we were given a number each.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;number 9.&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, the previous person which the sir has tested have to call out another number so that the person with the number the previous person chose, will have to be tested.&lt;br /&gt;so, they have the chance to &lt;strong&gt;sabo their friends&lt;/strong&gt; in that way.&lt;br /&gt;so, i was being tested after saiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, what the heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, finished all our tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there's GSK.&lt;br /&gt;general specialist's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;it was the &lt;strong&gt;hardest set of questions&lt;/strong&gt; i've come across with.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate our supper.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the time to shower.&lt;br /&gt;so, went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;lights were already off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;strong&gt; die, die, we must hand up our reflections &lt;/strong&gt;on the camp, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;so, use the light of wenny's handphone and wrote our own reflections about the camp. like writing a &lt;strong&gt;secret plan on how to escape from the prison&lt;/strong&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some of the girls just came back. so, they on the lights, which is just above us. &lt;strong&gt;flashing into our eyes like hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, wenny wanted to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;so, i wanted to come down from the bed. it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;that was when my &lt;strong&gt;head banged onto the lights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks man.&lt;br /&gt;then, went back to our bunk and, lights off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115072020578596764?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115072020578596764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115072020578596764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115072020578596764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115072020578596764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-15-june_19.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115071909654150845</id><published>2006-06-19T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T05:11:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 16 june.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up when azura&lt;strong&gt; tapped my shoulder, hard, and tickle my feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, took our shower.&lt;br /&gt;lucky there's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put on our no.3.&lt;br /&gt;because today is the &lt;strong&gt;last day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;and the girls sat on the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt so grand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, taufik took drinks for us.&lt;br /&gt;yes. and only to realise that it is &lt;strong&gt;black coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;the drink even spilled. well, a little.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photo-taking&lt;/strong&gt; then, lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we have to arranged the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took our bags from the bunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briefings.&lt;br /&gt;and the sir gave us a talk on how to be &lt;strong&gt;good leaders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize-giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went out to the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our certificates but, &lt;strong&gt;no ranks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shocking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wenny didn't receive any ranks at all.&lt;br /&gt;so, fine.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the canteen for &lt;strong&gt;refreshments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when we get to know that all the evergreen sec girls didn't get our ranks.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, put back all the chairs, took our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the girls then have to &lt;strong&gt;clean the toilets and bunks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked all the way to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;it was so &lt;strong&gt;noisy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the fuchun and evergreen sec people together.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;took the train to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;went to burger king.&lt;br /&gt;then, walked all the way back to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home sweet home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115071909654150845?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115071909654150845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115071909654150845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115071909654150845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115071909654150845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-16-june_19.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115020726469276398</id><published>2006-06-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:01:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up &lt;strong&gt;quite early&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;strong&gt;dad just have to disturb me&lt;/strong&gt; from my &lt;strong&gt;peaceful sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, help mum to &lt;strong&gt;water the plants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;orchids are blooming&lt;/strong&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, took a &lt;strong&gt;long shower&lt;/strong&gt;, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched television.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;SPEC'S COURSE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go down to northplaza.&lt;br /&gt;so confident.&lt;br /&gt;bought &lt;strong&gt;shampoo, shower gel and a new toothbrush&lt;/strong&gt;, with the travel cap somemore.&lt;br /&gt;bought some &lt;strong&gt;snacks and chocolates, plus the bread and eggs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and iron my no.3 and no.4 unifrom.&lt;br /&gt;aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RINA IS BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell her everything, before i go specs course.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST TO ME FOR TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115020726469276398?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115020726469276398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115020726469276398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115020726469276398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115020726469276398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/start_13.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-115011709278644289</id><published>2006-06-12T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:58:13.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday night&lt;/strong&gt; is so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was almost &lt;strong&gt;1am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, younger bro and sis,&lt;/strong&gt; started to make a alot of noise in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;atfirst, it was only me and my younger bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he asked me a question and in return i answered him in a sarcastically rude manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;he started taking my pillow&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, like as it was funny like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was about to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, i &lt;strong&gt;snatched it back&lt;/strong&gt; from him and i &lt;strong&gt;took one his pillows&lt;/strong&gt; this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, he took my sister's pillow, thinking that it was my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.&lt;strong&gt; he's an idiot lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, my sister started to snatch it back from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and from there, me and my sister supported each other and &lt;strong&gt;bully my fat, big younger bro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's when &lt;strong&gt;everything get messy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;especially when we started &lt;strong&gt;kicking, punching, pulling each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my sister always uses her weapon; &lt;strong&gt;smacking my younger bro's head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lucky my parents are not back yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out dating or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ish. aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, decided to end it with my &lt;strong&gt;shrieking voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can&lt;strong&gt; sleep peacefully&lt;/strong&gt; somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, still, woke up at 8+ today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't know why, but my &lt;strong&gt;stomach keeps on rumbling&lt;/strong&gt; though i ate curry maggie yesterday night before that &lt;strong&gt;pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt; even started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, took a long shower this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nothing to do as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love the toilet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for one thing, it &lt;strong&gt;always smells nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, don't worry, &lt;strong&gt;it's always clean&lt;/strong&gt;. it can kill my mum if it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; can do anything in there.&lt;/strong&gt; obviously, because no one can come in. hell, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then, and then, it's a place that &lt;strong&gt;always makes you clean and fresh.&lt;/strong&gt; it's like &lt;strong&gt;magical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so, stop about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;help mum&lt;/strong&gt; to arrange all the clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like, take out and throw the old ones and the ones that we don't want to use anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eat, sleep, feeling sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cough, flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tv, radio, computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-115011709278644289?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/115011709278644289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=115011709278644289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115011709278644289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/115011709278644289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/start_12.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-114995176553705488</id><published>2006-06-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T08:02:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kathib and waited for my sister like &lt;strong&gt;waiting for pigs to fly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks seri, for calling and &lt;strong&gt;talk craps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, atlast she came.&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;strong&gt;stupid blouse&lt;/strong&gt; always makes alot of problems one.&lt;br /&gt;ehe.&lt;br /&gt;then, go to paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were late for mandarin class.&lt;br /&gt;and my sis got so paisey.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, during the lesson, i didn't pay attention to any single thing and &lt;strong&gt;i dream&lt;/strong&gt; like what.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, the chinese teacher asked me a question that i know &lt;strong&gt;i couldn't even answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;but, what heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing, met kak farhanah.&lt;br /&gt;eat at Hajjah Maimunah and blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is so funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to tampiness, for, actually nothing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;just walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, kak farhanah make her move first.&lt;br /&gt;so, me and my sis took the bus all the way to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;the bus sucks man i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;every minute, you can hear this &lt;strong&gt;popping/bursting sound&lt;/strong&gt; at the back of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and we were sitting near the back of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;so, it really scares me, thinking that &lt;strong&gt;the bus is going to blow up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached causeway, called my mum, and she is still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, waited for her with my younger bro and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum gave the both of them some money to play at timezone.&lt;br /&gt;while me, sis and mum eat desserts at horizon foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back to timezone.&lt;br /&gt;watched them play stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;bought long john silver.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is a long day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like having &lt;strong&gt;fever. stomach cramps. headache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114995176553705488?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27983496.post-114985838375765476</id><published>2006-06-09T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:36:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out today.&lt;br /&gt;met rina and afiqah under my block.&lt;br /&gt;then, walk to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there and just walked around while waiting for aizzul and akhmal.&lt;br /&gt;then, sent afiqah to the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;me and rina keep on walking around at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nowhere to go, so we &lt;strong&gt;watched "winnie the pooh" show&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;then, went inside &lt;strong&gt;kiddy palace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that waited for aizzul and akhmal at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;and aizzul still got the cheek to say that &lt;strong&gt;"girls are always the ones that are late".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they arrived then go to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;waited for harfany and leila at northpoint.&lt;br /&gt;when they arrived, went to&lt;strong&gt; safra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to play bowling.&lt;br /&gt;but, no more lanes were left.&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;sit there and blabber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aizzul and akhmal play pool.&lt;br /&gt;then, we watched them play.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with rina after that.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt; it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, shalihan came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were still playing pool with rina.&lt;br /&gt;and, there's this one time, when i hit the white ball, it kind of bounce and fall down.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leila and harfany then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the five of us cracking our heads of where to go and eat.&lt;br /&gt;so, we then walked to northpoint.&lt;br /&gt;because we are so &lt;strong&gt;"standard".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat at long john's silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, "window-shopping" there.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;so, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went inside "gift a name" and they already started to make noise.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went inside "cards and such".&lt;br /&gt;looked at most of the stuffs and they started making fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;and akhmal is so &lt;strong&gt;childish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started playing with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;like kid.&lt;br /&gt;he started to &lt;strong&gt;meddle with it&lt;/strong&gt; and so, aizzul have to pull him out.&lt;br /&gt;oh, hell.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to timezone.&lt;br /&gt;looked around.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;dropped off at evergreen primary bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, walked all the way back home with rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114985838375765476?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/114985838375765476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=114985838375765476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/114985838375765476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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always end up looking at some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, got this &lt;strong&gt;"winnie the pooh"&lt;/strong&gt; show.&lt;br /&gt;to their fans out there, trust me, it's &lt;strong&gt;uber, uber "cool".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, go to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina got stucked!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;im the helpless idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did buy the cake there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;creamy, yummy, spongy and CHOCOLATEY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;lucky rina, i remember to buy a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;can't possibly be rubbing two stones together.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, from there we walk to seri's block.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to &lt;strong&gt;surprise her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when we reached her block, we walked like criminals so as to avoid from being seen by her because she doesn't know that i will be there with rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, under her block, we light up all the candles and the wax keep on dripping onto the cake.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;but, lucky it hardens.&lt;br /&gt;and, it even dripped on to my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;i only realised it when i came back home.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, rina called seri.&lt;br /&gt;i hide behind the big wall, with the lighted cake.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;strong&gt;idiot&lt;/strong&gt; leh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, she came down.&lt;br /&gt;she and rina talked for awhile and i came out with the cake &lt;strong&gt;like retarded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, atleast she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she is so &lt;strong&gt;shocked, happy, delighted and woh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SERI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, eat the cake and bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;irritating kids&lt;/strong&gt; playing football there when they are not supposed to play football under the block.&lt;br /&gt;okay, ish.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back home with rina.&lt;br /&gt;took the long way.&lt;br /&gt;for certain reasons, &lt;strong&gt;rina is so crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish, ish and ish.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went under my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk and blabber&lt;/strong&gt; with rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my dad came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;went upstairs with him.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-27983496.post-114965074322077674</id><published>2006-06-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:25:43.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i woke up exactly at &lt;strong&gt;9.30am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to that person who called me up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 9.30am is &lt;strong&gt;"early in the morning"&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, got alot of chores to do.&lt;br /&gt;since, parents and sis are working.&lt;br /&gt;elder bro has to send my cousin to KK hospital for his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;and, obviously, my &lt;strong&gt;kaypoh younger bro&lt;/strong&gt; will tag along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; at home, again.&lt;br /&gt;oh-ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must vacuum my room and do &lt;strong&gt;spring cleaning!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as if.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean, clean, clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, wait for my parents to come back home which is like in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;and, off to my aunt's house for another kenduri, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, do i have to &lt;strong&gt;help out in the kitchen&lt;/strong&gt; again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i don't have to go to beach road tomorrow with the rest to buy badges.&lt;br /&gt;wenny will be buying it for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i still wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;all i can think of while im at home, is &lt;strong&gt;eating junk foods&lt;/strong&gt; which only makes me grow &lt;strong&gt;fatter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then, both my MSN account, not many people go online.&lt;br /&gt;"early in the morning" mah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only nabilah is the &lt;strong&gt;noisy one&lt;/strong&gt; so far.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe, going out tomorrow with nabilah and fiqah.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i have to beg with &lt;strong&gt;rina&lt;/strong&gt; to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;hope she has come back from her sleepover with her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish!&lt;br /&gt;must eat my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my growling stomach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, ooh, &lt;strong&gt;i love them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114965074322077674?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/114965074322077674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, just had my &lt;strong&gt;LIA camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not, just.&lt;br /&gt;but, yes.&lt;br /&gt;nya nya, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i only went for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, 31st may.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with fiqah, as usual. this time, with our &lt;strong&gt;bulging bagpacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we arrived and settle down at the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;with many people from different CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were then divided into groups.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into a group called, &lt;strong&gt;charlie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;adilah, gao zhang, monil, charu, callie and fang bei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought, "oh, oh. i don't really know this guys. what will ever happen next.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had our morning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;strong&gt;leg cramps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i get to know the rest of my group-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atfirst, i talked to monil and gao zhang about &lt;strong&gt;ncc.&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, hey, that's the only topic that can brings us closer for that time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i were in chatting terms with adilah. since, we both are the only &lt;strong&gt;malay girls&lt;/strong&gt; in that group and, something else, brings us closer too. no comments on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, charu just have to &lt;strong&gt;make fun of "mai&lt;/strong&gt;". but, oh well, we know each other through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, callie, i simply had to ask her, what CCa she's in and she chat to me about other stuffs. &lt;strong&gt;friendly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;hen, there's &lt;strong&gt;jackie who's funny&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;ilynn, understanding and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had &lt;strong&gt;games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to compete with &lt;strong&gt;delta&lt;/strong&gt;. consists of very &lt;strong&gt;sporty people&lt;/strong&gt;, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;we lose to them in most of the games.&lt;br /&gt;but, it's all &lt;strong&gt;for the fun and it's fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's games like, &lt;strong&gt;captain's banana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which we played just like captain's ball, but this time, we're using a &lt;strong&gt;banana to replace the ball&lt;/strong&gt; to make it more fun, i guess. but, it's making the game more &lt;strong&gt;squishy and juicy&lt;/strong&gt; if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yucks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had &lt;strong&gt;battle of the cone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;tiring and tricky and frustrating&lt;/strong&gt; and, again, &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the &lt;strong&gt;spider web.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had alot of carrying to do.&lt;br /&gt;to get our team-mates to the other side through a small and tricky hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;strong&gt;caterpillar's chair&lt;/strong&gt;, is it?&lt;br /&gt;had to transfer the chair from one end to the other.&lt;br /&gt;we completed doing it for about, &lt;strong&gt;1 minute 7 seconds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;for the 2nd round lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;strong&gt;princess and the knights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, we had to dress the "princess" with newspapers so she doesn't get wet. looks more like a &lt;strong&gt;mummy&lt;/strong&gt;, to me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, we &lt;strong&gt;splashed here and there&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;run here and there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, i was so frusrated because wherever i splashed, the princess of the opposing group just doesn't get wet, so, i splashed in a different way and obviously the water were splashed to a different person too, &lt;strong&gt;me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;so silly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, ya ya.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get really wet for that game and that's my motive. &lt;strong&gt;to play but not get wet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i just can't avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;because, when we all lie with our face facing the ground, the councillors &lt;strong&gt;splashed a pail full of water at us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice as it was really sunny for that day.&lt;br /&gt;but, damn, our clothes are all &lt;strong&gt;wet, wet, wet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we thought that we could get into the classrooms and get our toiletries and clothes so that we can shower.&lt;br /&gt;thank god, yes.&lt;br /&gt;but, before that, we actually have to do a &lt;strong&gt;"treasure hunt".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group, which is the &lt;strong&gt;bunk 1 girls&lt;/strong&gt;, for that time only, have to search high and low for a &lt;strong&gt;marker and ping pong ball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh-my-god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like searching for a &lt;strong&gt;100-dollar note in rubbish bin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after finding those two things, we have to &lt;strong&gt;plead with the councillors&lt;/strong&gt; for the key to our bunk.&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;strong&gt; sing&lt;/strong&gt; the campfire songs, plus all the &lt;strong&gt;moves &lt;/strong&gt;needed, in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;after that, &lt;strong&gt;night-trail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually have to do the night-trail, &lt;strong&gt;individually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if im not wrong, at 11 or 12+, it's my turn to go.&lt;br /&gt;so, i go to the parade square &lt;strong&gt;alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the councillors, &lt;strong&gt;blinfolded me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go where im supposed to go by, touching the strings and that piece of long, long, long string will bring me to my destination lah.&lt;br /&gt;and, on my way, there's &lt;strong&gt;obstacles, bushes, torns, "cat meow-ing", "man-made wind", etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;strong&gt;water, flour and prickly-heat powder&lt;/strong&gt; were thrown at us.&lt;br /&gt;oh-no.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash-up, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday, 1st june.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash-up.&lt;br /&gt;received a &lt;strong&gt;shocking news&lt;/strong&gt; which makes me really cried.&lt;br /&gt;so, i have to went back home.&lt;br /&gt;get to see my late aunt for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;things were really &lt;strong&gt;emotional and chaos&lt;/strong&gt; on that day.&lt;br /&gt;our eyes were never dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;semoga Allah S.W.T mencucuri rahmat ke atas nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 2nd june.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photos, washing of toilets and, byes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114959788018886455?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/114959788018886455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27983496&amp;postID=114959788018886455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/114959788018886455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27983496/posts/default/114959788018886455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/2006/06/start.html' title=''/><author><name>im dead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13566793540238396137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27983496.post-114887161184295719</id><published>2006-05-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:00:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, so, we received a piece of &lt;strong&gt;shocking news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, no comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually, i wanted to wake up abit late, for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, i just have to get up and pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;except for going to toilet, there's &lt;strong&gt;nothing else to do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, homeworks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't mention it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks, sucks, sucks&lt;/strong&gt;, yes it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've even forgotten the full "asknlearn" website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, tomorrow, i got ncc training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;followed by my leadership camp on wed to fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, i have to go to my mandarin class which is on every saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wah, no rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, there's another camp, bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;birthday party, hang-outs, BBQ party, extra classes for bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so packed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;so sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gonna be &lt;strong&gt;so tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, hope it will be &lt;strong&gt;so fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114887161184295719?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproink-poink.blogspot.com/feeds/114887161184295719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, the past few days had been a very &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; week and &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; one too.&lt;br /&gt;had to do &lt;strong&gt;mutual, mutual and more mutual&lt;/strong&gt; for ncc.&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;dots lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with &lt;strong&gt;rina&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;went to marsiling to send her brother to andalus. and, things started to get really, really &lt;strong&gt;messy&lt;/strong&gt; once we stepped out of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wet, wet, wet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we jumped into this one shop just to avoid that &lt;strong&gt;two dumb boys&lt;/strong&gt; infront of us from having the thought that &lt;strong&gt;we are stalking them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we &lt;strong&gt;LOOK LIKE&lt;/strong&gt; we do sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, to lot 1 we go.&lt;br /&gt;we went one big round on every single level.&lt;br /&gt;so, i can swear to you that we &lt;strong&gt;did not even miss any one of the shops there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, rina just had to create some "problems" at that time.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, long john silver cursed us with that &lt;strong&gt;crazy spell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;our stomach could burst with &lt;strong&gt;laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;feeling of HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt; really drown our dear rina, that she's always leaving me alone while she &lt;strong&gt;dilly-dally in the crowd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so paisey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so obsessed with dress that i point out a whole bunch of dresses hanging in one of the shops, to rina.&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes to dresses, rina is the first, so, she go inside, this time, leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;then, i really had to &lt;strong&gt;pull her out&lt;/strong&gt; of that shop &lt;strong&gt;like mummy always pull out their kids from the shop that's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT SUITABLE&lt;/span&gt; for them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i realise this model wearing a long dress with a big sign saying &lt;strong&gt;"MATERNITY dress"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so embarrassed. even, one of the staffs there &lt;strong&gt;smiled like she never smiled before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure she would burst out laughing if she's with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;esp with the &lt;strong&gt;stupid look on our faces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that there are some more shops up there.&lt;br /&gt;but, it's so calm. like, there's no one else going up that escalator and &lt;strong&gt;silence is seriously golden up there&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, guess what we see on the screen of the sliding door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"management (bla bla) office".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder. and obviously some of the people might have seen us going up that escalator thinking we really are retarded to have start working in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was embarrass but it's all for the &lt;strong&gt;fun and laughter&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went back to causeway.&lt;br /&gt;and, we happen to stupidly get some help for something from a very, very poor service.&lt;br /&gt;not mentioning the shop.&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;strong&gt;AIYAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27983496-114882123159417629?l=sproink-poink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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