<?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-504208083600366940</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:38:30.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8019169215045714875</id><published>2009-07-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:30:23.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY! My new link is up and it'll take effect from today. &lt;br /&gt;Re-link me people!&lt;br /&gt;I'll delete this blogger in a week or so cos I'm lazy to go to everyone's blog and tag them.&lt;br /&gt;www.cache-monet.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8019169215045714875?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8019169215045714875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8019169215045714875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-my-new-link-is-up-and-itll-take.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1609860246560046250</id><published>2009-07-22T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:38:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changing url soon after everything is prim and proper. &lt;br /&gt;Will notify you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I cant put it up cos its showing alot of cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;Not good for the eyes. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not internet-savvy so I'm gonna struggle and need alot of help.&lt;br /&gt;So for the time being,stay tune here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.~Gonna kill time by doing graphs! EEEKK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1609860246560046250?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1609860246560046250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1609860246560046250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/changing-url-soon-after-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1614675200178297072</id><published>2009-07-22T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:47:31.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the whole lot of people that it may concern:&lt;br /&gt;Can you just stop talking about this? Its like its only one little problem that you purposely amplify just to make yourselves feel good. I know you feel hurt and you too have the right to let it out. But dont aim at one person just because you feel he/she deserves it. You are being unfair and am creating even more enemies. So please. Just accept his/her decision and go on with life. Stop amplifying and bragging about the problem. It solves nothing.&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had LC. Pretty easy. Nothing much to say actually. Just alot of laughters again and stress. I freaking hate homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.~another one more to handle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1614675200178297072?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1614675200178297072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1614675200178297072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-whole-lot-of-people-that-it-may.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6881215184681751263</id><published>2009-07-21T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:55:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up! Its 8pm! Now I cannot sleep until morning. When I woke up,I thought it was like 4 in the morning or something. Now my head is spinning right round right round right round. HAHA I hate this! Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with laughter and scolding. Just cannot stop. This Hakim and Cheryl always makes me laugh. Thanks. And also get me scolded. THANKS AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally appeared in Physics tutorial. But I slept. LOL. KFC cravings on the go. Wanted to go today but I went phy instead. At least I learned something. Then went to inter with Hakim to top up our ez-links and buy the $1 double choc. It was a stolen coupon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we "thawaf" around ntuc! I dont know whats the eng word for that. Hakim is a really fickle-minded person. But I'm worst la. Heh. He couldnt decide between titbits and chocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he paid for me! Thanks dude. Next time go ntuc somemore okay? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gtg. I dont know what to do next. Do Maths or eat. My stomach is grumbling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. ~I finally contacted Nizham and Razi today! Razi! Remember to buy for me hoodie okay? LOL. And I'm catching harry potter again with him. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;And to my GooGoo,stay cheerful okay! Muacks! HAHAHA. Its been awhile since I said that to anyone.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6881215184681751263?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6881215184681751263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6881215184681751263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-woke-up-its-8pm-now-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6594163096488552170</id><published>2009-07-20T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:32:22.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from watching Harry Potter. The plot was super interesting. Although there was not much actions,at least there's still comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy in the cinema actually light up his lighter during the part where Dumbledore died and they raise their wands and there's this light coming out. Eventually his whole row did it too. Assholes but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the people that said it was boring arent really into the details of the movie. And I paid $7.50 for my sis's tix just to see her close her ears most of the time. She's terrified of the shocking sudden sounds. I kept on saying nothing will happen until I eventually kena. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the characters..what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Hermione was getting hotter.&lt;br /&gt;Ron was getting uglier and funnier.&lt;br /&gt;Malfoy was...was...okay I shall say it! Please marry him to me!&lt;br /&gt;And Harry was being Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other characters were the same. DUH! Except that they'r getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I gtg. There's hmw to be done but I dont care cos I'm just too tired. So I want sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. ~ entry posting page is going haywire. All icons are all over the place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6594163096488552170?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6594163096488552170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6594163096488552170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-watching-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8704783645685354166</id><published>2009-07-19T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:57:33.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am....&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;disgusted&lt;br /&gt;disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;cheated&lt;br /&gt;lied to&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to be part of Reverandom no more.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many controversies.&lt;br /&gt;Someone lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;That someone always left me out.&lt;br /&gt;There's even their own cliques.&lt;br /&gt;Cant be called family no more.&lt;br /&gt;So anyone out there who's interested,feel free to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to know...Was I even part of the family?&lt;br /&gt;Right now,I really really dont give a shit about the memories we've made together and the times spent.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to know one thing and I'll go forever.&lt;br /&gt;Did each and everyone of you even treat me like I was part of the family????&lt;br /&gt;~~talk about it all you want after this for all I care~~&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was the update. Apologies for having it to be so emotional. I guess sometimes you just gotta breakdown and think it through. And yes,I am breaking down right now. I really did love each and everyone of them despite their attitude at times,but then again..I got nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've made no difference whether I'm there or not. So I see no point in staying around the people that dont realise my existant. So you guys have a nice time yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,alot has been happening over the last few days. Although I cant exactly remember what. HAHA. So on Monday will be watching Harry Potter with Sis at E!Hub. Would anyone want to accompany me buy the tix after school? I'm lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got feedback that the movie is somewhat boring. Not much actions and stuff like that. Hmm..I should watch it myself. And I cant believe I'm paying for the tixs. Urrgh! There goes my hard-earned money. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta go take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8704783645685354166?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8704783645685354166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8704783645685354166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3411293299735394569</id><published>2009-07-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:23:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to do maths!&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to upload pictures and I wont upload them.&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly deleted some pictures from my brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT PE TMRW! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;Will update either tomorrow or Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3411293299735394569?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3411293299735394569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3411293299735394569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6140679469305613731</id><published>2009-07-12T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:51:12.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Han River-ed today with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;We were the lunchtime survivors there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;Han River's and brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Still alot more maths qn to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate algebra now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Something's wrong with my tummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6140679469305613731?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6140679469305613731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6140679469305613731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/han-river-ed-today-with-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1255554733504715335</id><published>2009-07-10T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:58:38.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling when you are surrounded by idiots? Heh. You'd never guess I would call these people idiots who USED TO BE my friends. Since they're idiots,I shall repeat this again just in case it hasnt really sinked in into them for the past 4 years. TJ is a group of friends that chillax and can be considered a family of friends who come together to have fun and catch the best moments in life together. Unfortunately,over the past few months,these people just forgot about it. They forgot about the advice that was passed on by our late 'brother' and the lost of members that we will stay being who we are. And when I finally caught up with them,they're now a GANG! You know those secret societies. Those of higher ranking idiots that beat the hell out of innocent people and refuse to believe the truth although they know they're in denial. Yeah that kind of gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new member came over to me and said(translated)"wah! Wear headscarf also can join gang? Might as well dont wear.(roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words made me lost in confusion. GANG? Since when we're a gang? TJ was never a gang. If TJ was,I would never be part of it. Simply because I dont want to stoop so low to their standard. Gangs are filled with stupid people who want to settle their problems their own way. And their own way means beating people hoping that the victim dies but then again,no one tell the police. Okay they're not just stupid but cowards too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's teenagers are joining gangs at the age as early as 13. Maybe there's earlier. Why? Because they feel cool and have protection. RIGHT...At the end of the day,the idiots that 'protect' you,land you in a home or prison where they straighten you up strictly and only then you'll realise that your future is crushed and you just want to be innocent again. But in the community's eyes,you're a loser,criminal and prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...thats it. To TJ,dont call me up for any of your meetings. I'm disgusted by gangsters. Have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you have to put up with that(above). Anyways,today was fun. Not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Maths was making me run out of brain juice.&lt;br /&gt;Its a drought now up there.&lt;br /&gt;Han River on Sunday. YAY! PRAWNS! HERE I COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1255554733504715335?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1255554733504715335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1255554733504715335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-know-feeling-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8745061070038529541</id><published>2009-07-09T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:38:39.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its not that I hate you. You're just being so over protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had class photo-taking. It was rush madness. We only got like 5 seconds to think for the informal shots. Confirm got unglamour faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt manage to take pictures with Acha,Wyelin and Cheryl cos I couldnt find anywhere else to stand. So for the two fun shots I'm at the same place with Hakim. One with Ridhwan. One with Navin. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,I tried to survive for the rest of the lessons. Unfortunately I only manage to succumb to 20 mins of Bio lesson. I swear thats the longest attention I've given in Bio since sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was movie. AGAIN! I never really understood about how the Berlin Wall fell. Thats because 80% of the movie is about the people's lives. So..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have like 4 more pages to go for maths tys. So sickening. I like algebra,but when the qns look like you are running out of brain cells,you really feel like not doing anymore. Roughly out of 6 qns in one test,3/4 I cant do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant wait for Han River this sunday! And hopefully I can go watch movie next friday. I told mom about the movie thing and she said see first. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get my sleeping schedule back on track! I now sleep at 4pm and wake up at 7pm. Then later in the night cannot sleep until 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Need to use up more brain cells and juices. YAY! TMR BADMINTON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8745061070038529541?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8745061070038529541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8745061070038529541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-that-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4699142299756629727</id><published>2009-07-07T22:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:29:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After millions of ideas thrown to surprise my brother,it all comes down to 3 people who celebrate his advance 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken some pics but blogger is taking forever,so will upload when I have a better laptop to use. Actually his birthday is tmrw but he's working. WHICH IDIOT WORKS ON THEIR BIRTHDAY?! I guess its him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,firstly there was a last minute plan to buy cake. His gf volunteered to buy. Then 2 hours before we celebrate she just realise she cannot bring the cake while riding her bike. -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fakingly rushed to eastpoint to buy 'stationeries'. Came back and made a rushed super ugly lame card which disappointingly he didnt bother to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gf came over and met him under the block saying she want to pass him something. Then she say want to use the toilet,so they came up and the lights were switched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SURPRISE!!!! Luckily he didnt know a thing about the surprise. PHEWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Need to shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4699142299756629727?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4699142299756629727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4699142299756629727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-millions-of-ideas-thrown-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5338692847225057256</id><published>2009-07-06T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:15:00.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a skin that I'm satisfied with. Well,only 90% satisfied. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there'll be pictures! I hoped so but blogger is taking its own sweet time to upload. Therefore I'll just upload it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget my uncle's wedding on 1 August. Just a mini one. He invited my family and I'm being forced to go. WHY?!! BTW,this is his second marriage. First one divorced already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although all cousins have forgotten about the past and is taking baby steps to acknowledge our new aunt,I still cant! I dont know why but I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get myself together and try to do something about my studies. Its falling apart. Now that I've swapped rooms with my brother and my study table away from any distraction,I just hope my grades get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5338692847225057256?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5338692847225057256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5338692847225057256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-skin-that-im-satisfied-with.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1640429001305343790</id><published>2009-07-04T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:11:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People who comment everything about me,&lt;strong&gt;disgusts me! &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah I realise I'm an ugly duckling. But only a true human being will only see the swan in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats just for you to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out the whole day. Morning went for religious class. Afternoon study. And headed to town at night. I dont know why but me and cousin seems to be getting closer now. I'm not really close to the male cousins on dad's side but this time,we just got along very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up,instead of sis, at 7:30 then headed to town. He already know which mall to go to,which shop to enter and what to buy. So all he has to do was find it,try it on,take and pay. I now prefer to shop with him compared to my female cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Marina Barrage since he's been dying to look at the place at night time. Nothing much. Just took a few pics then off to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to take the shorter route so I would reach home faster,but that didnt help. It was jammed! I slept in the car in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say I had a pleasurable time with him. Never knew he was so down-to-earth. I dont see him that often. Even at family occasions since he's 24/7 busy with work. But now that I know what he's like,I feel like getting to know the rest even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a cousin outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. I'm beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I dont know whether to say I love you too.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1640429001305343790?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1640429001305343790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1640429001305343790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-i-realise-im-ugly-duckling.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7464091336542195831</id><published>2009-07-04T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:45:41.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off to meet the clique at LJS.&lt;br /&gt;Be back at night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to meet them in about 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;But I still havent change.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7464091336542195831?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7464091336542195831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7464091336542195831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-to-meet-clique-at-ljs.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5765701119600404904</id><published>2009-07-01T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:50:40.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm extremely exhausted man!&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping time went off the charts!&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in the day and am awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been hectic recently. With someone back in our class. I'm very disappointed with some of my teachers. They give the class a lecture everyday saying that we've not been putting in enough effort. I dont know what I should not do to deserve this. They are always judging you. And the nerds are always the one that they are kind to. Why? Because they listen to you all the time and that they are nerds?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous! Just because I'm not one of them doesnt mean that I didnt put in any effort. Doesnt mean that I didnt try. Doesnt mean that I'm in lala land. It just goes to show that they dont know you and they dont care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that criticism works with every student. What they dont know is that the criticism make wake up the student to a certain extenet but will only bring them down because of the downright disgusting words from the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder I refuse to listen to these lectures as I know that I've been putting in effort and I know that I'm trying. I know what I'm doing is contributing to my O's. They only know shit about me. So teachers,save your lectures for those who really need it. 'Cos I'm not gonna listen to any one of your lectures anymore. I'm sick of your disgusting words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to (insert expletives),you better back off! You have lost your chance at being my friend and it'll stay that way. You have no right to threaten him like that and believe me,if you ever lay a finger on him,you know who I'm gonna call. Even if it has to end up with every bone in your body broken! I'm sick of you and your dumb brain. I repeat,BACK OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5765701119600404904?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5765701119600404904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5765701119600404904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-extremely-exhausted-man-my-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1292423155405728894</id><published>2009-06-29T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:08:42.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time to get down and dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to skip school with Aizat was bombed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up like 15mins earlier to dry and tie my hair.&lt;br /&gt;-___-" I know.&lt;br /&gt;At least I made an effort to wake up earlier than usual and go to school okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;The human traffic jam at the gate was totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;Hakim was being extremely * today.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could shut him up but he couldnt stop making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went for facial appt.&lt;br /&gt;My treatments gonna be over soon but there's still more to be done.&lt;br /&gt;She said I might want to get a smaller package to clear my face 100%&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it costs like a thousand bucks over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom not to go for it cos my family is currently on a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;Sis going to university in July and her income cant pay everything.&lt;br /&gt;So parents have to chip in too.&lt;br /&gt;Only if we didnt have to pay like $3000 over for damn NTUC insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might have to get the products and apply it myself.&lt;br /&gt;It cost about $200.&lt;br /&gt;Saves alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like need money!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save like $10/15 per week.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I'm saving for actually.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;But that can wait.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I wont be going shopping for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1292423155405728894?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1292423155405728894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1292423155405728894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-to-get-down-and-dirty-plans-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4486133430252102895</id><published>2009-06-28T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:44:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SkcL56vFL_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/knbRJeX4Q5w/s1600-h/ap_20090626073621939_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259771800301554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SkcL56vFL_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/knbRJeX4Q5w/s400/ap_20090626073621939_jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May MJ rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;This may come a 'lil too late but I was busy going through his videos.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but think how much he had made an impact on my life over pop music.&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to say I never really favoured his crotch-grabbing dance moves,he's still the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;And like all his die-hard fans(Read:I'm not exactly die-hard),I sure want to know how he died.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all,I find that how he died is not that important.&lt;br /&gt;Whats important is that his music still stays and is being played.&lt;br /&gt;I love you MJ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And also not to forget Farrah Fawcett.&lt;br /&gt;My parents first ever Charlie's Angels star.&lt;br /&gt; May she rest in peace too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alrightey,on a happier note....&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow and I cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;Reason being I finally get to be busy again with schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss stitting with Wyelin and Cheryl and hear them talk about their Korean bands and boys. LOL&lt;br /&gt;So today doing nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting on the couch,watching tv and the tv watching me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll say it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BORED! REALLY REALLY REALLY BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's out to johore which I clearly dont want to join in case I have to go on LOA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I get to do whatever I want. Hee :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4486133430252102895?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4486133430252102895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4486133430252102895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-mj-rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SkcL56vFL_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/knbRJeX4Q5w/s72-c/ap_20090626073621939_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3810288883133576848</id><published>2009-06-25T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:31:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up with a huge headache!&lt;br /&gt;And also the noise-pollution.&lt;br /&gt;Some workers were chopping down branches.&lt;br /&gt;At like 10am?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sick sia.&lt;br /&gt;Totally spoiled my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,recently got headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Its the kind that goes BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was because I stayed home so much that I got these aches like last yr.&lt;br /&gt;But when I go out also have.&lt;br /&gt;Sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Mustafa Centre to get my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;Chose the Sennheiser model.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was going to be damn ex.&lt;br /&gt;Checked and it was only 36 freaking buckeroos!&lt;br /&gt;The one at challenger was like $100+/-&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore,I've been looking for a Sennheiser and I finally got it!&lt;br /&gt;So.....HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;And fyi,NEVER TAKE THE BUS NO.23 HOME!&lt;br /&gt;The bus journey is like abt an hr.&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy long bus rides but when you have a time-bomb head,it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I've checked out the phones that I'm gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;Both Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;Its my fave!&lt;br /&gt;The phones are K850i and TM506.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any feedback on the phone,do tag me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know which is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cheryl: LOL. TAGGED! Anw, i feel like gg shopping!!! I saw a sandle and bag at charles and keith, tempting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AYEESYAH: Okay. We'll go when I have the money. Or you can pay first. LOL. I suppose this is the pre-birthday present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till here. Need to eat panadol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3810288883133576848?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3810288883133576848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3810288883133576848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-with-huge-headache-and-also.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4116820677878466664</id><published>2009-06-23T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:01:56.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some updates for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,went to Seoul Garden at Bugis Junction.&lt;br /&gt;Ate non-stop like at Han River.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..miss those times and the PRAWNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went for cycling at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Now my butt still hurts because the seat was padding-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Late for facial appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Head to cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to eat then pick up bro's gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Navin was making alot of careless mistakes because............&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I'm allowed to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Navin,you know i know la hor.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired..&lt;br /&gt;I miss YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to meet up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Its been over 2 months plus since we've met.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to Han River again!&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.-I need to go make more female friends. I'm sick of guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4116820677878466664?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4116820677878466664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4116820677878466664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-some-updates-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-581107345477106044</id><published>2009-06-18T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:17:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SjnLJwBmVRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FNo7NjTE4gQ/s1600-h/P1020079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348529400850044178" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SjnLJwBmVRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FNo7NjTE4gQ/s400/P1020079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acha,this baby is cuter than your Dean! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last night went to Simpang Bedok with sis for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today with diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the cockles that we ate? HMM..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Started studying around 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldnt focus so called Hakim and then Zeek called.&lt;br /&gt;They've declared that they are attached together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FREAKING HATE HOMOS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew they were only joking.&lt;br /&gt;Then played this game which cracked my sides.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has to play the song and the rest have to guess the song title and vocalist/band.&lt;br /&gt;When me and Zeek played the songs,the points went up to about 8 and above.&lt;br /&gt;But when Hakim played the song,the highest was 3 I think altho he played quite a number of it.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? The songs he played all only he listen to. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the end I didnt study.&lt;br /&gt;Hung up around 2:20am.&lt;br /&gt;Watched CSI since Zeek say its on teevee.&lt;br /&gt;When the show ended then I study.&lt;br /&gt;5am slept.&lt;br /&gt;And I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;The time is now 1:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the dudes later and prolly Acha too for Zeek's "late lunch".&lt;br /&gt;Its dinner already la deng!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-581107345477106044?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/581107345477106044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/581107345477106044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/achathis-baby-is-cuter-than-your-dean.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SjnLJwBmVRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FNo7NjTE4gQ/s72-c/P1020079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5542867388012153894</id><published>2009-06-17T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:35:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was very very boring.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered McD since mom didnt cook.&lt;br /&gt;The McD dude was some what charming.&lt;br /&gt;And he was courteous.&lt;br /&gt;Get over it aisyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to get ready to meet mom around 4.&lt;br /&gt;Left the house.&lt;br /&gt;Met her at Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take it anymore so I just had to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;What Cheryl said was right.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us need to know each other's piece of mind.&lt;br /&gt;So I said what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find a better place or time to say it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lil distracting but that's the only way to not see each other cry.&lt;br /&gt;She said she pressure me 'cos she doesnt want me to be like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped out at Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got a stable income now but he had to get his way thru himself the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;She apologised for what she's said all this while.&lt;br /&gt;Then that was it.&lt;br /&gt;I OWE YOU BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to look for Hari Raya's cloth then send for tailoring.&lt;br /&gt;I think we made like 10 revolutions around the same place and the same floor!&lt;br /&gt;My brother was a picky person so we had to find the right colour and be approved by him!!&lt;br /&gt;He's more demanding than me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we bought one.&lt;br /&gt;The rest he will settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,Friday prolly going to granny hse in Johore with cousins!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm damn excited!&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I've seen them.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that its back to business!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get to go for an outing with the peeps before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having fun with them and just laugh at their dirty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL,HAKIM,NAVIN,WYELIN,ZEEK! Make yourselves free okay!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can go up the flyer for 10 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm gonna make sure I get to go out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot believe that my brother and sister say I have a weird taste for music!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos one moment I will like those relaxing songs like blues and jazz.&lt;br /&gt;The next moment I like those lovey-dovey songs&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll like those songs that have teenage angst.&lt;br /&gt;Then I move on to hardcore rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;Then I move to chaotic songs like Britney's and PCD's songs.&lt;br /&gt;And now,I like songs like Fire Burning from Sean Kingston and reggae.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..maybe I do have a weird taste for music.&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be that I pretty much like any songs as long as it is not vulgar and dont burst my eardrums.&lt;br /&gt;And yes,now I like Fire Burning by Sean Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are shocked because I dont look like I listen to such songs.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,I dont have this song.&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you kind soul have this song,please kindly send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can download for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5542867388012153894?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5542867388012153894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5542867388012153894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-very-very-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8390537850639475101</id><published>2009-06-16T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:11:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had 12 hours of sleep! Slept at 2am and woke up at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently,I'm stuck in this hell hole.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,its the same place where I seek refuge from external danger.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is treating me like a jailbird.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I've done to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;And not what to do to un-deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep so I studied from 11.30pm to 2am.&lt;br /&gt;91.3fm was my companion.&lt;br /&gt;I made a book of words that can be used for my English.&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that I can focus better once everyone is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I need music to study.&lt;br /&gt;Find it a lil too late to realise what I need to study but idc.&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;So tell me,what am I to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8390537850639475101?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8390537850639475101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8390537850639475101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-12-hours-of-sleep-slept-at-2am.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-2426779657075102857</id><published>2009-06-14T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:57:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was boring. Woke up around 11am and had to send grandparents back home. Met mom and went to buy pants. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and headed back around 3pm. Slept. Msg-ed Acha but then forgot to reply her text. Dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and met Farid. Follow him go Expo for some thingy. Walked back home. It was tiring but nice. We shared alot. Home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that my posts are getting shorter and shorter. Wait till you see this wk's. No school therefore no outdoor activities. I cant go out cos I didnt study. So mom is punishing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like telling her that she's not good at making her child study. She ask me to study but she switches on the tv. She talks on the phone like the person on the other end is deaf. She makes me do this and that which can make me lose focus. She doesnt care how I study. As long as she sees me sitting there and looking at something productive,she'll assume that I'm studying. She doesnt even care what I study and how I plan my time table. Every once in a while she'll call me and ask me to help her with this and that. She doesnt allow me to go out. I go out also for the reason that I want to study somewhere quieter. FYI,there's a karaoke lounge under my block and the place is not sound-proof! She doesnt even help me to make me study. All she just say is study and assume that I will be 'study-activated'. So readers tell me,how am I suppose to carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. I'm 'study-activated'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-2426779657075102857?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2426779657075102857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2426779657075102857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7831040466208588101</id><published>2009-06-13T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:52:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up today and read the newspaper. The first thing I saw was Paris Hilton and C.Ronaldo on the front page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept reading and looks like they hooked up. Not the least jealous or shocked. Since he has moved to Real Madrid,I couldnt care less about him. They were all over each other in the club that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me,they dont suit each other. But I've always been curious how come all these years he never dated her?Hmmm..Well now he has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps changing boyfriends all the time. Whats so attractive about her? I just dont get it. LOL. Hopefully he'll get Aids soon. HAHA. I'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,today cousins will be coming over. Oh! and currently I'm attached to my sis iPod Touch. Played Sally's Spa and couldnt stop all night. Until I fell asleep and the battery ran out. Haha. Sorry my dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. I'm so sleepy and I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;To Furqaan,all the best! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7831040466208588101?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7831040466208588101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7831040466208588101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-today-and-read-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7601461090439952481</id><published>2009-06-12T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:49:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was spammed! Woohoo! Didnt think I was that popular. Hehe. I think that these spammers dont get the objective of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,firstly this happens to be my blog and its where my daily rants are being posted. Its like a diary you see. Therefore I'm pretty sure I can say whatever I want and about whoever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there are people I dont like. But I also realise that there are some people that dont like me. But I just take it as it is because I'm not here to please everyone or force them to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I was kind of expecting it because of seeing other people's blog being spammed. There were numerous of them mind you. Maybe its better if I dont have a tagboard. I can say whatever I want and nobody can back says me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart huh? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,hopefully I can go out on Tuesday with the peeps and have a hell of a time! I need to get out of the house like really badly. I'm getting headaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I sleep too much. Well have been catching Ghost Hunters on YouTube every night on my sis iPod Touch. So pretty much every night I steal her gadget and scare myself to death watching such videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Now spammers,what have you got to say to this post? MUAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7601461090439952481?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7601461090439952481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7601461090439952481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-spammed-woohoo-didnt-think-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8181735544838622986</id><published>2009-06-10T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:41:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Initially wanted to go gym but in the end had stomach cramps. First day of period. Sial betol. So I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a msg from Aizat saying he was bored so invited him to slack at my house. We played PSP,stupid card games,made dumb jokes,made fun of people who dislike us(like as if we care)and ordered Canadian Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very bored right now. I dont know what to do or where to go. Actually,I'm disappointed. Dont ask why or with whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And someone just proved even more that she is a LIAR,right kim? A huge one I tell you! She talks about religion to us but yet she doesnt practice it. Somemore that thing on her face that she just 'adjusted' is against the religion. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,you look like you turning into minahrep. Cannot imagine minahs with no boobs. HAHA! Its okay. You have always been ugly. So,that thing just makes you uglier. WOOHOO! haha crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause.-I need to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so tmr will be another day spent at home. BORING! But dont ask me out,I very lazy. And I'm still eyeing the $38 jeans. MOMMY! I WANT THAT JEANS. PRETTY PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gtg. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8181735544838622986?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8181735544838622986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8181735544838622986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/initially-wanted-to-go-gym-but-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8337633182573656233</id><published>2009-06-09T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:33:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm cancelling you out of my life. We may not be close but hell I'm damn sure what you're up to. Who gives a shit about your wannabe attitude. Life sucks because of people like you! You go around saying things about my friend and now you are saying I bribed you to do so. Isap arh aku bribe! Please.. Nobody would want to believe that shit of yours. Call me a bitch,whatever. I have every right and reason to be mad at you. You go around judging people and when you dont like them,you tell their friends the things that you know arent true. They've gotten to know the actual story behind your bullshits and they too are cancelling you out! I should have known better about your mthfck attitude. The next time I find out you going around with that shitass mouth of yours,YOU BETTER RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the vulgarities. I'm just damn pissed. Certain huma beings should not have been born on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8337633182573656233?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8337633182573656233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8337633182573656233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-cancelling-you-out-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8451354403734543196</id><published>2009-06-09T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:51:19.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and arrived late as usual. Surprisingly Wyelin came earlier than me,hakim and acha. Navin totally ditched school. Unexpected. As for Cheryl,dont know what to say about her. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Alvin didnt come so me,waheeda,abdillah and nabeel sat in Bio lab talking shit. Then Mr Nasir came in and talk like nothing related to Biology. Expected. Then went off. Thanks Hakim,Wyelin,Sharifah and Nattasa for waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Central to eat. Then rush off for facial appointment. I was 45mins late but I couldnt care less. Lay on the bed and went into a deep sleep a few mins later. Wake up around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited like 1/2 an hr for the laser machine to start but it didnt work. That 1/2 an hr was killing me of boredom. So I sat and read the magazines. It can be tiring just lying there unable to move you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was done,headed home but went to Eastpoint along the way. Wanted to look for jeans. The one that I wanted was $38 after 20% discount. The material is soft and good. Told mommy and she said see at Dorothy Perkins. But I dont want! I want at that shop! The price range also almost the same,so might as well buy that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am feeling a lil sleepy. But I've slept enough just now. And I cannot believe someone booked me like 2 weeks in advance to go out with him! Usually its like a last minute thing. As in:"You wanna go out? Meet me in an hr. See you". HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday went for ghost hunting. Where? Cannot reveal. There was one part where the cupboard door open and close by itself. The door was rather heavy so to open itself is rather unbelievable and the closing was like with full force. Like someone had a rage and decided to slam the door real hard. Real stuff people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more stuff happening. Ask me. I lazy to type here. You might not be able to understand what I'm trying to say also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8451354403734543196?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8451354403734543196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8451354403734543196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1034794907137199797</id><published>2009-06-08T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:53:27.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was absurd. FUCK all rude drivers in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally miss the long-awaited appointment with co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I planned what to blog on today but I totally forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently stuck on the song Zombie by Cranberries. Very old song! THANKS FURQAAN! I irritated everyone by singing the chorus. The vocalist has an awesome voice man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today went to BK at whitesands to try the seven incher burger. NOTHING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SPECIAL ABOUT IT! Its just the freaking length which is not that long. Approx. 16cm. Yes we measured it. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. -'Mr Alvin...MUTATION!'. LOL. only bio students know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1034794907137199797?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1034794907137199797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1034794907137199797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-was-absurd.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4941245057652921987</id><published>2009-06-05T12:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:57:47.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went out with Hirouka clan for some birthday celebration for Hakim and Navin's advance. I met up with Hakim and Navin at 3pm. The rest went earlier but when I exited the mrt at Pasir Ris,the rest were only about to take the train. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,met up with that two monkeys. They didnt know that there's a surprise for them. Haha. I think Hakim know. Its so hard to fool him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached Marina Bay and wanted to wait for Zeek so can go together. Unfortunately he was still in Tampines so we left him and just meet him at Marina Barrage. Went there and surprised them! Then camwhored. Pictures will tell you the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiioKI7asnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oc_SIt9KaTw/s1600-h/P1010987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343705850023948914" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiioKI7asnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oc_SIt9KaTw/s400/P1010987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting for the Mrt and also adjusting our clothes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343707690708207634" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siip1SAviBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G-1cOw2okp8/s400/n522463903_1717459_2503933%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they surprised them from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiqit3zrHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QhpqFFqqiqA/s1600-h/n522463903_1717461_3964095%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343708471281036402" style="WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 416px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiqit3zrHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QhpqFFqqiqA/s400/n522463903_1717461_3964095%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the damn candle would not light up....cos of the wind. DUH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siirx4Ql6fI/AAAAAAAAAII/7rR2ilu-hvA/s1600-h/n522463903_1717467_5403824%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343709831279012338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siirx4Ql6fI/AAAAAAAAAII/7rR2ilu-hvA/s400/n522463903_1717467_5403824%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the dudes got their prezzies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiispG48vyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-9ZVehEQjUs/s1600-h/4751_1158441444641_1335925799_30418304_106803_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343710780099182370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiispG48vyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-9ZVehEQjUs/s400/4751_1158441444641_1335925799_30418304_106803_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love each and everyone of them for making my day! plus Zeek who was the photographer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiw6ukHi3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LOs4jGpOqR4/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418323_6962521%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343715480853515122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiw6ukHi3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LOs4jGpOqR4/s400/n1335925799_30418323_6962521%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zeek with his 'DSLR' cam loaned from RP. lmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's alot more group photos but lazy to upload. After that,walked all the way to Suntec since they dont want to take train. Yes we walked through the Marina construction. Wanted to die la! Walk for almost 40 mins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiitJVYAorI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-HJRQzXXxWU/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418336_3537892%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343711333743370930" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiitJVYAorI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-HJRQzXXxWU/s400/n1335925799_30418336_3537892%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on our way to Suntec. Both of us were dying for water. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siit7XgoeAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/snLmihgNwLY/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418331_4537916%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343712193309865986" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siit7XgoeAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/snLmihgNwLY/s400/n1335925799_30418331_4537916%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some along-the-way photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiu6Qa8LlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qNOzdGsZIh4/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418364_4827017%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343713273738702418" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Siiu6Qa8LlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qNOzdGsZIh4/s400/n1335925799_30418364_4827017%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we ended up in Marina Square's LJS. We couldnt take it anymore. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiivVZbWr2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/4BcXhRQuz2I/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418374_51555%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343713740012826466" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiivVZbWr2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/4BcXhRQuz2I/s400/n1335925799_30418374_51555%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then went to McD cos they(pic)wanted to eat dessert and some wanted to puff away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiiwNZk16HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dzAJa5FVolk/s1600-h/n1335925799_30418378_3750927%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714702125295730" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiiwNZk16HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dzAJa5FVolk/s400/n1335925799_30418378_3750927%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then headed home. Here I am being attacked by a papparazzi sesat. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall,I had an awesome day. Sorry I could not stay any longer to slack cos my mom is afraid I would encounter the same thing again. So yeah. My legs were sore man! Till here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4941245057652921987?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4941245057652921987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4941245057652921987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-went-out-with-hirouka-clan.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SiioKI7asnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oc_SIt9KaTw/s72-c/P1010987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3130711807122020837</id><published>2009-06-03T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:15:38.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was horrible. I cried TWICE! Hey,you dont know what its like to takecare of two elderly who are very sick by yourself okay! So shut the hell up! My grandad was so picky and wanted to do this and that when he is suppose to sit and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally tested my patience. In the end I gave up and just sat in front of him and cried. Before that he ate something and he started to cough badly. I thought he was choking and suffocating. I called mommy and cried on the phone asking her what I should do cos I was panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally slept,I felt peaceful! I wanted to call someone but there's nothing anyone could do so I just sat in front of my laptop and watched Ghost Hunters. Like finally there's some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bla bla bla. Mom and bro came home. They took over from there and now here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly one of my friend text me. She's a lesbian btw. She asked me to call her and I felt this 'eww' feeling in me. Yes,I'm uncomfortable around homos. I'm not sure why but all I know is I cannot stand lesbians and gays. They disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this friend hasnt officially declared that she's a lesbian,there's been numerous times where she asked:"Syah,what would you do if I say that I like girls?" And I said:"I dont want to be friends with you anymore cos homos make me uncomfortable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? People tend to say that some people are just born like that but I feel that you're born to be attracted to the opposite sex. It could be that you have too much male/female hormones in you and you cannot control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now..I'm avoiding her. Giving excuses to not be able to talk on the phone. Just text her is fine. And two days ago I asked her whether she wanted the lyss 20th anni tix cos I'm not going. She said:"huh....if you're not going then I dont want to go la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like because I'm her friend,she dont want to turn up if she dont have any company,but I'm kind of getting some other feeling from that sentence.  And yes,she's an ex-lysian. But I wont reveal her name cos she's done nothing wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,Cheryl,Wyelin and Angie..tell what to do?!! Somehow,only the 3 of you give me solid solutions. So help me! Should I ignore her? Should I distant myself? Should I call off the friendship? Should I tell her straight in the face that I dont like lesbians? TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Acha,the previous post was not about you. What made you think so? hmm..terase la kau nie. I've had many people backstab me in my life so I just had to let it out. I dont even know what wrong I've done to them. Haishh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3130711807122020837?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3130711807122020837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3130711807122020837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7414615462398985655</id><published>2009-06-02T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:02:57.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need someone or something to push me to study.&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there thinking,I just couldnt help but think of what you are and how weak you can be. You rely so much on people to the point that I feel you're an attention-seeker and have no brains of your own. You share each and every problem that you face. Certain people that face problems dont realise that no matter how much advice given to you,the solution will still have to come from you. I dont know whether you really am seeking attention but one thing is for sure that you are weak and still self-conscious. I give my all when I'm helping you cos you're a negative thinker. But when I face a problem myself,all you can say is "cheer up!". Period. How can that phrase possibly turn that frown upside down? And you tend to lose hope and not have any motivation to do this and that. It takes alot of effort to motivate you to do one thing. Even that you dont really feel like doing. I given myself up on you. And when I have motivation to do something,I need an accompany and you said you are willing to accompany me. But now look! Where has it all gone? Its just one thing I ask you to do and you cant even do it! I'm not asking you to motivate me,just accompany. I dont even say my problems to you cos I know you're unreliable. And you're too a hypocrite. You backstabbed me because of some stupid reason and go to 'another'. When you getting closer to me,'another' hates me. And you say all the bad things about 'another'. Now I'm wondering if you had said bad things about me too to 'another'. Right now,it seems you can trust me. But I cant trust you. Who knows,you might backstab me again in the future and then all the negative things and secrets will leak out. Dont worry,I'll still be nice to you and not backstab you. Cos you might just cry and trouble other people by telling this to them and then be a useless freak to them still.&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooooooooooooooooooooo boring. Went for facial appointment and I was the only one there so it ended early and she did my face properly. Went home,bathe,ate,on the phone,slept. Its gonna be very boring tmr too cos I wont be going out and simply stuck at home. I need some form of entertainment. AND MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandaddy gonna return from hospital tmr. He had a minor heart attack but he's all okay now. The doctor asked me and mommy lots of questions when he was first admitted and we were unsure of the answers to the qn cos the last time he was hospitalised and when he was 60 years+++. And that was at Old Changi Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandaddy was a strong man so he had no health problems. But just early this year he has a slight dementia. He would get flashbacks from the old times where people could still own cows and buffaloes that sort of thing. Its quite funny actually when he gets these flashbacks cos he tend to say it out and ask us to call his late brother or ask us to takecare of his cows. And there was one moment where he ask me to put ointment on a fish and massage it! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more thing,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS NIZHAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7414615462398985655?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7414615462398985655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7414615462398985655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-someone-or-something-to-push-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6768696170310166159</id><published>2009-06-01T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:19:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O level was manageable and also a disturbance. Some stupid idiotic freak shake her leg like she got fits! It was so distracting. Pretty much the people around me shakes their leg in a weird way. So I changed my sitting position then got another freak also distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 4E guy keep looking at me. When I look at him,he turn away or try to avoid eye-contact. And I'm sure he was looking at me. When got eye contact,he look at me like I'm a wall like that. I didnt poke his eyes good enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paper went to Whitesands with Angie to print photos then buy some stuff. THANKS FOR ACCOMPANYING ME ANGIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home by taking bus 5 then cried in the bus. Not sure why and I'm not a sadist. Reach home and bathe. Then did pasting for presents. Tiring leh. 2 hours for one frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to hospital. And here I am! Till here. Laughing my ass off over Cheryl's titanic re-enactment. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6768696170310166159?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6768696170310166159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6768696170310166159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-level-was-manageable-and-also.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7236947191573416595</id><published>2009-05-31T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:25:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my O level Mt and I'm still sitting here and maybe later lazing around on my bed. Yes,I'm human of no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net checking if there's any upcoming IT show. But cannot find. Hopefully there'll be one! Then I stumbled upon a website that shows a whole list of malls or shops having a sale. GSS mah. I was looking around and already picked out what I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,I have no money! All money must come from my mom! How sick is that! $180 is gonna come in about 20 days since I'm selling my handphone away. But I need that money to buy a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Giant and Ikea last night to buy some stuff. Asked mommy to go Courts also since there's a huge sale going on just to check the phones,but she dont want. URGH!! Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,right now all I have in my piggy bank is $9. What possibly can you buy with that? Actually should have like over $30 by now cos my weekly allowance is $20 and I save $10 but I tend to take that $10 out from my piggy bank and spend it like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore need to chip in for birthday cakes and the photos. Looks like I need to be nice to mommy,go over to uncles' and granny's house more often and really go on a tight budget. If any of you kind souls would like to donate to me,I only accept cash. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people even have the audacity to ask me to treat them eventhough they work and have a stable income. I'm not naming anyone. Just an 'uncle' I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,to my friends,dont ask me out to eat fast food or any restaurant unless you paying for me. Haha! And I need new slippers! Its a must! Mine kinda broke. Maybe should get it at Expo. Hmmm.. Still depends whether mommy want to pay for it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should sell away more stuff so can get more money. Dont bother asking me to work. Its not part of my choices. Well,GSS here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7236947191573416595?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7236947191573416595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7236947191573416595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-is-my-o-level-mt-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1448905084163425828</id><published>2009-05-30T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:41:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was totally shagged. Embarassed to wear the class tee. Wore it only for 1/2 an hr. The spring cleaning was done by just sitting there and listen to halimah talk and talk and talk. My ears were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change back to uniform and then to recess. I'm tired of talking about the class tee. Whats done is done. I paid for it so I'll just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with her pisses you off,then thats your problem. You're 17! Deal with the fact that you dont own your friends/bestfriends. By calling her something that she's not just shows that you lack respect and indirectly making her hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're seeking revenge,thats your problem too. I dont give a damn. Life sucks because of people like you. So,deal with it bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went around Central then off to the bank to drop off a pathetic cheque of $12. LOL. Walked around Eastpoint with Elaine then took the bus home. I wasnt going to walk home with the weather so against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus,Aizat and Farhan saw me at the bus stop. Aizat waved at me. Farhan just sort of smiled. So,I pulled Elaine and hailed a cab. She lives next to my block so we went off together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat rang me up and asked why I left in a rush. So,I said that I'm in a rush and just put down the call. I was lying. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to see the guy that had used me for the past 11 years. He didnt trust me. He didnt believe in me. He didnt even care about me. I thought that the one and only bestfriend I use to have would remember my ambitions,my goal in life,my promises to myself. But that all came from someone else. And that person used to be a heartbreaker. A person that I didnt want to know anymore. A person whom I didnt even call a 'friend'. Now that he is(a friend),I totally regretted shunning him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said in a previous post that I hoped one day he would make the right decision by leaving her and be my bestfriend again. But now that I realise he's taking too long to decide,I dont want to be his bestfriend anymore. In fact,I dont even need a bestfriend because I know that the people around me who are my friends,are dependable. I can share with them just about anything. They are the ones that make me laugh and get scolding by a teacher or questioned by my mom for coming home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time spent is more than enough for me to know that I can rely on them and tell them just about anything in the world. From problems to dirty talk. LOL. So,whoever that reads this and knows him well,tell him he can forget about making deicisions cos I'm tired of waiting for him and eventually disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..&lt;br /&gt;This person has changed only for one month after being shunned by someone I know. A wanted to be friends with B but B wasnt interested. So A sort of changed and became lonely and A's friends reduced. After one month,A got *. B and I realised that A changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied about A's *. The way A's * led * life and what * owned was sooooooooooooooo fake. No road in Singapore could fit that thing. A told me about it and I just took it knowing it was sooooooooooooooooo fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told B and B agreed with me. Why would A be soooooooooooooooooooooo fakey about A's life? Is it because A's life was boring? Learn to spice it up without being soooooooooooooooooooooo fake la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop talking to A. A lies so ridiculously and soooooooooooooooo not gonna happen in Singapore. And all A's * are so like unlikely for A to get. Unbelievable? Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how terrible my life is with so many friendship problems around me? I'm not really bothered by it. Just curious why certain people like to disgust others. For more info on the latest news,please dial AYEESYAH'S hp number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1448905084163425828?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1448905084163425828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1448905084163425828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-totally-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-588698152730466923</id><published>2009-05-28T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:56:49.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rather fun. Not really actually. We got Strait Times for no apparent reason. Luckily the Champions League match was in the morning,or else I would have alot of newspapers thrown at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it,Man U lost. Like I said in the previous post that I would be watching it alone. Know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home around 12am then set my hp alarm to 2:30am. Then went to sleep. After that,heard my house phone rang and suddenly woke up and look at my phone to see what time it was,well..the battery died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed out of the room and switched on the tv. What I saw shocked me like ********!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona was carrying the cup. Looked at the clock and it was freaking 5am! Then see them carrying the cup,I quickly switched it off and went back to sleep hoping that when I wake up at 6am later,I dont remember what I just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,at least I didnt watch my beloved team lose. If I were to,I'll cry to school man. Went to school and some people where disturbing me in the hall by showing the number 2 with their fingers. I know it meant the number of goals Barcelona scored,but I just said that it meant 'PEACE'. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovation day was not that fun. The weather was terrible. We were cash-strapped and it was boring. Only the part where we played with the balloons was fun. Navin came to us with a nice balloon that was twist and turned into something I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned him an airless balloon that has been abused and popped! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and right now,Champions League match is on tv but I dont want to watch it. My heart already cracking,watching it will make it break into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay,I'LL STILL SUPPORT MAN U! TILL DEATH DO US PART. lol. At the very least,we won the Premier League. *big grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-588698152730466923?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/588698152730466923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/588698152730466923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-rather-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4000573412591791302</id><published>2009-05-27T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:30:15.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was neutral. I almost died in Malay. 3 hours is too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school stayed back for Floorball inter-class. Supporting 5A2! But I ended up helping Desmond with drama kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were terrible. No offence. Then went home. Later on gonna go Johore with bro to send granny home then come back and watch Man U. I'll be waiting for the first goal to message to Rahman since he's gonna msg me. I'll get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,5a2 came in second after the floorball team. It shows that we're good! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like going school tomorrow as the day will be filled with BOREDOM. All I need to do is concoct a reason why I didnt come to school without having to present an MC. Would getting only 2 hours of sleep as nothing would make me miss the Champions League Final,be an appropriate reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,I'm sure 1/2 of the school is watching it too. They should like give an off-day for the Champions League Final! LOL. Ridiculous,I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore,I'll be watching it ALONE! Bro planned to watch it with 3 of his other friends. He invited me,but mommy didnt allow. URGH! Come on! It's not like I've never gone out late at night before,some more my brother is also there so she should allow it! Its not like he's bringing his whole racing team. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. If only my cousins watch football... Oh well,wish Man U luck! I love you Man U!! Muacks! HAHAHAHAHA. To Rahman,I'll trash your face tomorrow. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4000573412591791302?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4000573412591791302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4000573412591791302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-neutral.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6535422622816365825</id><published>2009-05-26T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:37:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ShvcEwd_8pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/960DUJFPu74/s1600-h/1_663683978l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103757466170002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ShvcEwd_8pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/960DUJFPu74/s400/1_663683978l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you didnt know this guy,then you're lucky! LOL. And thats his real hair,not a wig. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,on Sunday was totally bored. Went to sleep then around 4pm this maniac called.&lt;br /&gt;Farid: Syah,you bored?&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Farid: You want to go out?&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: NO! *call ended*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always does that to me. So it was pay back time! After a mere 20 seconds of twisting,turning and staring at the ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: Meet me under my block in half an hr.&lt;br /&gt;Farid: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. So we went to Expo Crocs Sale. It was crowded but I still went ahead although he didnt want to. Idc. I'm not getting out of there until I get in. He saw a hot chix and wanted to ask for her number until he said something stupid which is not allowed to mention here. So,he lost the girl. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some other sales and off back home. Thanks for regaining the pain that was lost. I love you man. And thanks for encouraging me on everything that I wanna be in the future. Honestly,I have to say that you are the only person that remembers my promises from last few years and my ambitions and even down to the little-little things. I'll never let anyone replace this maniac of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday went to watch Angels and Demons with sister and her colleague. She asked me to take the train at 5:30pm assuming the the trip to Vivo will take an hr. Took the train and ta-dah! I reached at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to meet her at 6:50pm. So I walked around with only $7 with me and not being able to buy anything at vivo with 7 freaking dollars. I walk around alone some more. When she finally came,we rushed up to the cinema then finally waited for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rate the movie,5 out of 5!!!!! It was PG with some violence. The only part that I couldnt watch was when a Pope was crucified and fire was burning at his legs. I might just get the DVD. There were really funny scenes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop here before I tell the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was awesome except the part where some idiots changed my name to ASIYAH! Ridiculous. Probably did it on purpose. Oh well,karma will get you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6535422622816365825?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6535422622816365825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6535422622816365825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-didnt-know-this-guythen-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ShvcEwd_8pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/960DUJFPu74/s72-c/1_663683978l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8605943708317642769</id><published>2009-05-24T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:48:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) I need money!&lt;br /&gt;2) I blogshop-hopped today.&lt;br /&gt;3)I need a new shoe for school.&lt;br /&gt;4)I need a formal top and bottom for my COL night.&lt;br /&gt;5)I need someone or something to help me with my stiff shoulder. It could be dislocated!&lt;br /&gt;6)I need Pizza Hut!&lt;br /&gt;7)I need a controversial bag.&lt;br /&gt;8)I need something exciting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried myself to sleep yesterday. My right shoulder has been in pain for a few days now but I can withstand the pain until that fateful night. I couldnt turn my body without feeling the sharp pull on my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call out for mom but there's nothing she could do about it so I twist and turn on the bed and eventually felt one super duper uber sharp pain when I tried to turn my head to the left and I cried. It was misery I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom kept on saying its the pillow but I dont think so. How can a wrong position of the pillow and your neck bring such great pain? I have trouble stretching until my shoulders,lifting my arm straight up, trying to lie straight on bed and move even a single inch of my hands without feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to put a pillow under my shoulder to make it not hurt abit. It may sound like just a stiff shoulder or a muscle joint problem,but IT FREAKING HELL HURTS TO THE CORE! &amp;amp; its not getting any better. URRGGHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8605943708317642769?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8605943708317642769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8605943708317642769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-i-need-money-2-i-blogshop-hopped.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1379647965349017428</id><published>2009-05-23T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:51:09.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was busy doing some surfing on Yahoo! when I stumbled upon Kris Allen's picture. As I look at it,his face kinda reminds me of my instructor,Desmond-but more Asian. Then I started having flashes of Desmond's hardwork on the drama kids and how much i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the hottest male drama instructor I've ever had. The previous ones were:-&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Mr Wong with his V-shape hair. No matter how short he cuts it,its still V! And he likes to wear shirts like that has pictures of lizards or a chair that says 'I am God'. But the kids like to change it to 'I am Dog' LOL. I MISS HIM TOO! *guiling must be laughing right now. haha* &amp;amp; I still remember the kicks and punches he made us do. It hurts i tell you!! And recently faridah said he saw him with his gf. Good for you old man! Its time you make babies and stop calling us brats! And improve your films la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Benny with his super duper uber hairy legs. He wears berms,so can see. And he's so irritating. 24/7 talking about discipline and keeping quiet. Booshca! He's the worst we've met. We never liked him since day one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Oliver..dont want to talk about him. He's in one of the advertisements for the kindness thingy. He's the one in blue shirt smiling at the small girl and also the one running towards the lift. EWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..its 11:39pm right now and I'm about to turn in so I think I better stop here before I get nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that,today was totally miserable. Stayed home all day with the accompany of Fad. I'm still suffering from stiff shoulders. Must be the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally,wanted to go Expo for Crocs sale. I love Crocs. But my bro's gf said that she's been queing for about an hr to make payment and the hall is extremely crowded. Bro told me the same thing yesterday too when he went there. But I dont care! I still want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Thanks fad for the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1379647965349017428?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1379647965349017428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1379647965349017428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-busy-doing-some-surfing-on-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-2187492789967914113</id><published>2009-05-22T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:39:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MYE scripts have been returned this week and I'm not happy with all my papers. I'll never ever say "its only the MYEs". Simply because it just shows that since its only the MYEs,you are not prepared to take your O levels when I'm sure the O levels are tougher. You think that you will do better when in fact you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from this mistake and I'll never repeat the offence again. Yes,not studying is like a crime to me. Dont ask much. Just keep on reading. I'm ready to give up the Germany trip be it in June if I have to. Its not as important to me as my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving my scripts,I just feel like crying at some point. Cry,reflect and turn back the clock. Alot criticism has been thrown at us. Still one more teacher to go,right 5a2? She wasnt in school so I guess she saved it for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I and a few more people will make these teachers take back what they said a few days ago. Even if we have to throw our result slips at them,WE WILL! Some teachers think that criticism works for everybody. We know that they have put in alot of hardwork but at the end of the day,all we feel is that the teachers think that we are too dumb to take all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are one or two teachers that believe in me and I thank them. But there are some that just like to suck people's blood! They find it enjoying to them! I dont really want to thank them right now cos of what they said about our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the gym! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having pains on my neck!&lt;br /&gt;Must be the pillow or something.&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-2187492789967914113?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2187492789967914113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2187492789967914113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/mye-scripts-have-been-returned-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4184019630221278754</id><published>2009-05-18T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:16:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School hours was fine. Did my mock paper seriously. But after that talk. HAHA. Cikgu Muhd was a very interesting teacher. I like the way he tells his stories although I dont improve my grammar..but yeah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess,I just happened to say to Acha that I want to go gym and she said okay! I dont know why but all of a sudden that qn came out from my mouth.Which is a good thing. Or else when am I going to the gym.. Us being total strangers to gymnasiums,asked Navin and he said yes too. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first went to my house to change then the Simei CC,only to find that the gym is closed at the moment and wont open for quite some time. So much for walking all the way there. So we turned back and took cab down to Tampines Stadium where there is a gym there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unfortunate incident. Every Monday,the gym caters to LADIES' ONLY from 2pm to 4pm. We couldnt just leave Navin there,so we decided to have lunch at McDonalds(!!!). So much for wanting to lose abit weight huh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then turned back at 4pm and finally made it in. Totally clueless how to start the treadmill so called Navin. So he too hopped onto the treadmill. Ran and ran then move to this cycling thing with Acha while Navin continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then move to another equipment where Acha had a first-time-gym-user-memory mark. LOL. I couldnt stop laughing at that!! LOLLLLLLLLL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then move to this thingy which I dont know whats the use. Then cleaned ourself then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,I had a fun time going to the gym. And I really want to lose weight!! I'm sick of being fat! I'm sick of being the girl that has weight and health issues. I'm sick of not getting to fit into nice clothes. I'm sick of looking into the mirror and seeing fats jutting out from all corners of my body.In short,I'm sick of being over-weight! So,now its time to get up and go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,if any of you want to join us,you're welcome. Just take note that we will be going to the gym every Wednesday and Friday straight after school. Bring along our attire to school too. But for Friday is after Friday prayers. Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4184019630221278754?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4184019630221278754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4184019630221278754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-hours-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4957583270936091171</id><published>2009-05-17T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:05:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played MySims from 5pm to 9pm. I'm addicted to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Faridino Diegosinakito(weird nick!),I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my heart I didnt call you at 8pm which I'm supposed to cos I was happily playing MySims and time just past. Hehe. You satisfied now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. gotta repair my eyesight! Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4957583270936091171?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4957583270936091171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4957583270936091171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/played-mysims-from-5pm-to-9pm.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6939855164539854488</id><published>2009-05-16T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:35:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Sg7ZpUPJzsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OOZNZ0w62yE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336441912310746818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Sg7ZpUPJzsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OOZNZ0w62yE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just dont know how to express in words how much I love this club. They have proved their strengths &amp;amp; why they deserve to win time and time again. This club has formed professional footballers and they will stop at nothing to win the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I just need to say this: MANCHESTER UNITED WON THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE TITLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of news may not be so 'wow-ing' to girls,but it is definitely to the boys. Simply because not many girls are into watching football. Some watch just for the sake of watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I was watching the match alone.Actually accompanied by Navin over the phone(live with it Navin!). Granddaddy is here so he watched too. But he was kinda supporting Arsenal and mommy just dont like to see Man U emerge victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only two people that supported Man U in the house are out so..I was the only soul survivor. It may have been a draw,but still Man U won! I cannot tell you how excited I am. Aizat,Jamie and I wanted to go celebrate earlier on but it was kinda late. So we gonna celebrate tomorrow. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I can sleep tonight. The excitement has taken its toll. So now it all comes down to Man U vs Barcelona on 27 May. Hopefully it will be another victorious day for me and all Man U fans. Maybe I should get my cousins to come over so that it'll be more fun. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Feel like kissing the Man U jersey. HAHAHAHA RANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6939855164539854488?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6939855164539854488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6939855164539854488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-dont-know-how-to-express-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Sg7ZpUPJzsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OOZNZ0w62yE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1481973375681682497</id><published>2009-05-16T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:02:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stop listening to this song! Super nice. Especially when Justin Timberlake is in! *SCREAMS!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night talked on the phone with A and J. We talked from 12am till around 2am then my cordless phone just died. We were like in the middle of planning  a joke la! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stayed at home. Slept from 12pm to 5pm. Hah! So..now I'm having a huge headache. Oh! and I just got news that my great grandfather was admitted to General Hospital cos he fell yesterday and injured one of the bones in his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,he's a 97-year-old fragile man.What do you expect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored right now and just hoping that someone would ask me out! I would love to visit my great grandfather but I dont know how to go to General Hospital. So,have to wait for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1481973375681682497?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1481973375681682497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1481973375681682497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/couldnt-stop-listening-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-772784406991235256</id><published>2009-05-15T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:25:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All gone!</title><content type='html'>I know there's not much change from the previous blogskin. Well,I desperately wanted a new skin cos I was just tired of the same old plain white background. Links are gone cos I accidentally deleted the previous template without  saving. I know,dumb move. So,if you want me to link you,you know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to rejoice the end of Mid year,I still have my prelims and o level to go through. Just to have a bit relief,I tore the mid year timetable like I was raged with anger. It was the bestest feeling. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,half of the day was spent looking for a blogskin. None was found. After hours of damaging my eyesight and soring my butt infront of the computer and laptop,I finally chose this skin. I've got nothing more to say except that I'm hungry. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-772784406991235256?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/772784406991235256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/772784406991235256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-gone.html' title='All gone!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-103026445927836128</id><published>2009-05-14T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:36:37.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not time to rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was something not needed in the morning.Yet you still gave it to me. I was taken aback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Maths paper 1 for 2 hours. Like finally there's some wind and I didnt sweat like I just ran 2.4. It was a manageable paper. I lost about 20 marks though. Well,passing the paper didnt even guarantee that I would pass my maths. So..I didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,slacked at foyer(!!!) then went home and I slept. I didnt really look at the time,but based on my brother,I slept for 4 hours+. Yes,call me a pig. I dont care. So..now I'm studying for my POA. Science..dont bother already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I'm not really studying POA. I'm watching a horror show on tv while doing my POA. haha. till here. To all O level students,dig your ears before taking Listening Compre tmr! Haha lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-103026445927836128?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/103026445927836128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/103026445927836128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-time-to-rejoice.html' title='not time to rejoice'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3138234605047711263</id><published>2009-05-12T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:14:39.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>determined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know what you've been through but I dont know what she has poisoned you with. But one thing is a fact that you are still my bestfriend no matter what. I may have shouted at you,said I hated you,said I never wished I'd met you. But you know that deep down I dont mean it. I just couldnt accept what you've said to me. But I know that you had to choose her because she's the one you love. To me,it was a dumb decision that you've made but I cant turn back time. I know I treat you like trash ever since the incident. I just cannot help but hate you for what you said. You know she's not the one but you still stick to her like glue and believe her as if your life depends on it. We've had our own mistakes made to each other but we know that its just a matter of time that we learn to forgive and forget. I only want you to learn to make the right decision. And for that,I believe that leaving her is the best thing to do and be my number one bestfriend again. Those hurtful msgs,I know its not you. Therefore,I refuse to stoop to that person's level by trying to fight back. I dont do child's play. I know I'm being bias and not understanding. But there's nothing to be understood in this situation which the case is she's ruling your life. She had cancelled out all your female friends and let the male stay. The motive may not be clear but I think I know what it is. I'm not sorry to say that you had made wrong and dumb decisions in your life where you regret and try to fix things. I know you still care about me and wished I was there to stay. But as long as you stick to her,I'm staying outta your sight. I dont want myself to be the topic of the argument. Its also time that you learn to let go of certain people and make the decisions that can make you and not break you. You have friends that are still by you even when you cancelled them out. You just need to be given the chance to see it. I'm sure this is the perfect situation. So whether you want to leave her or not,its up to you. And if you do,you know I'll always be here waiting. 11 years of experience,fun,laughters,good and bad memories are some things that are too difficult to forget. You contributed to what I am today and I'm going to contribute to what you are going to be tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am going to see alot of B4-F9 in my report book for the mid years. I procrastinate and therefore I deserve it. So,I vow to start studying starting from today and never to stop studying until I finish my O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about time some O candidates change their attitude and get their nose in those books. Everytime there is a chance to study,I will. I wont waste the opportunity to get knowledge. But I wont be a study-freak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,whoever want to join me in studying like everyday whether in school or outside,beep me! But make sure really study hor! And make sure the place is not so far. So that dont waste time. Make it in the east!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3138234605047711263?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3138234605047711263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3138234605047711263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/determined.html' title='determined'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3531689758166300673</id><published>2009-05-09T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:51:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the creator's power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgWBBkE9ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/38Tmh6MsRXA/s1600-h/RAM%2520BADAHUR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333811197554575794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgWBBkE9ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/38Tmh6MsRXA/s400/RAM%2520BADAHUR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was watching Discovery Channel earlier and it was about Ram Bahadur Bamjan(picture). A 15-year-old boy that had disappeared away from home only to be found meditating under a tree in a dense forest since May 2005. He didnt eat,drink or move a muscle. He just sat there and meditated all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed a footage running 24/7 proving that the boy really survived without food,drink. The camera was kept rolling for about a week or so. Simply just sat there,closed his eyes and meditated. He's been in that position(above)ever since he started meditating under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by this. I was so into the documentary that I totally ignored what my mom and sis say to me. Every sec of the documentary was like a new knowledge to me. Around 2007/08 he disappeared from the tree. It was believed that he had gone deeper into the jungle to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also believed that he is a reincarnation of a Buddha in 500 BC. When he finally showed himself on November 10 last year,he said that he would give speeches a few hours daily for one week before he goes back into the deep forest to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgWGN9b--BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K1i3LqdbZVs/s1600-h/article-1084758-02719113000005DC-616_468x706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333816908078577682" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgWGN9b--BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K1i3LqdbZVs/s400/article-1084758-02719113000005DC-616_468x706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here he is now at 18 years old. I just couldnt stop thinking about this even after the documentary ended. It totally blew my mind away. His speeches were about the discrimination Nepal was going through. And also talked about peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I looked at him just sitting under the tree motionless,I had this chill going through me. Like he was a unique human being. Well,not actually a chill.. I dont know. You gotta watch the documentary to feel it. It kinda fascinated me to the max. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were interviews from nutritionist,dietician,psychological expert,scientists and also buddhas about how the boy survived 3 years or so by staying motionless. Yoga played a part in the meditation. There was one footage that showed he was sweating at 10 degree celsius! Can see the sweat flowing down his face some more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And there was one story where they shared that his chest started a fire. Something about combustion. He then spoke to his brother to wrap him in a red cloth. And he only speaks to his brother. Right now..probably he's out there in the jungle meditating for peace in Nepal and the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not like looking at him like he's some kind of god or an icon that I should look up to. But just WOW-ED by the whole thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3531689758166300673?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3531689758166300673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3531689758166300673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/creators-power.html' title='the creator&apos;s power'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgWBBkE9ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/38Tmh6MsRXA/s72-c/RAM%2520BADAHUR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6323118516513271289</id><published>2009-05-08T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:21:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reason: there's nothing to watch on tv!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like posting Acha's freak face here. But I feel so bad. And she might skin me alive..so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was just plain boring. Played some stupid games in Heymath. Bio sat with Abdillah. Its been a while since I talked crap with him. Alot of stories shared too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then rushed to Lavender to meet mama and take passport. Wanted to eat kfc but lazy to go Bedok with her. So went to cut hair. I sort of love my new hair. No more crazy old woman's hair. Yes I got hair issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home. Slept. Well,my mom asked me to. LOL. Woke up with like tons of msgs. Well,my message ringtone is 'I get it' by Chevelle. Its kinda a loud song. So... it probably would have woken up the most heavy sleeper in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Earlier on,I went to youtube and they showed the videos that are recommended for me. Most of the videos were like about Hitler! Like,can it get anymore lame and I'm sick of watching the same portion of 'Downfall' again and again just different dialogues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as I browsed through Youtube and Google,I just miss the old songs and some old singers. Well,here's what I've been thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Movies to watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;X-MEN ORIGINS! (its a must for me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Confessions of a shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Crimson Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know they're so outdated. But I dont care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Songs/Albums:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ronan Keating-Songs for my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;James Morrison-Songs for you,Truths for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Westlife-the old albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Backstreet Boys-old and new albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Justin Timberlake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shayne Ward-upcoming album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lee Ryan-latest album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Darin Zanyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Shows not on TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lie to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dont tell my mother I went to Holyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dirty jobs(new season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CSI:NY/Miami/LAX(latest season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eli Stone(latest season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ghost Hunters(latest season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Freedom Writer's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So,thats pretty much it. I dont intend to download any songs or albums from the net. Its been some time since I bought a CD and have the complete set of songs. Unfortunately,to get all these things,I need ka-ching ka-ching. All I have is 34 bucks in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not gonna withdraw any money. So if any of you kind soul would want to buy for me,buy any of the above. Thank you very much. Haha. Till here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6323118516513271289?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6323118516513271289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6323118516513271289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-theres-nothing-to-watch-on-tv.html' title='reason: there&apos;s nothing to watch on tv!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-843636452270965180</id><published>2009-05-07T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:10:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crunch time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgKia0HG5FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3-ZkfZAhprU/s1600-h/P070509_00.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333003490308842578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgKia0HG5FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3-ZkfZAhprU/s400/P070509_00.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; A preview of my table at 2am. Notes were infront of me but nothing seems to absorb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to post today. Last night,slept around 3+am. Was busy mugging over maths and bio. Unfortunately,what I studied last night didnt come out so there's nothing to pour out for the papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maths paper 2 was a killer. The only question that I can do without trouble was the graph question. Even then I still dont know whether what I did was right. I was scratching my head and cracking trying to think of something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously didnt finish the whole paper. Almost the whole class didnt finish the paper. Even though the paper was 2 hours and 30mins. I think we're gonna get a lecture from you-know-who soon,once she marks the paper. Then had 'intense' revision for bio paper. Couldnt absorb inheritance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Homozygous? Homologous? Heterozygous? What the hell are all these things?! I did average for my bio paper. At least I know some things. Then stayed back for some admin class stuff that was suppose to be done like months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently chatting with Nizham. But he's not replying me. Could be that he's masturbating. LOL. PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay my eyes are feeling droopy. Gtg. Takecare. Lets all pray Cheryl will get well soon and return to school on Tuesday and join in the fun of getting stress over exams. BYE! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Quote' of the day: Shemale deserves many dicks slapped across he-she's face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-843636452270965180?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/843636452270965180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/843636452270965180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/crunch-time.html' title='crunch time'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SgKia0HG5FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3-ZkfZAhprU/s72-c/P070509_00.58.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8921318130918854745</id><published>2009-05-06T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:16:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away</title><content type='html'>Will resume blogging during weekends or after exams.&lt;br /&gt;Brain under construction.&lt;br /&gt;Tags will be replied daily though.&lt;br /&gt;Takecare ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8921318130918854745?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8921318130918854745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8921318130918854745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/away.html' title='away'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3068415046391307183</id><published>2009-05-03T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:09:14.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it all comes down to this</title><content type='html'>Exams starts tomorrow and I'm not prepared at all.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to uncle's house to celebrate his 60th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna mug over SS and soon physics.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in revision.&lt;br /&gt;Germany trip was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;High chance I wont get to go at the end of the year due to damn 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Tags wont be replied. I've got nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3068415046391307183?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3068415046391307183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3068415046391307183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-all-comes-down-to-this.html' title='it all comes down to this'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3412170152929279054</id><published>2009-05-01T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:03:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need love</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,dont ask me out cos I'm very lazy. Especially if go beyond Simei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with Farhan at 11am to Expo. Asked him to go which ever section he wants to cos I want to buy bra. LOL. Yes,laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought 2 tops,1 bottoms,crocs,perfume,bag,a bed sheet and pillow. Alot sia he spend! Took cab home since it doesnt cost much as my house is like 3 bus stops away only. Then ate lunch at home then we slacked all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sleeping over at my house cos his parents went for their second honeymoon. His brother got chalet then his younger sister went to sleep over at a cousin's house,so he's all alone! My brother,mom,dad and farhan will be watching CONGKAK tonight on Suria. Its a malay super super horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I'm not watching. Just yesterday's horror movie featuring a pocong also I didnt watch. I'm not afraid of any ghost,just the pocong. Its actually a dead person already being wrapped in white cloth comes back to live and hops its way around. Damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its partly the reason why I dont attend funerals. Even when my late grandfather past away,I was in a room. Didnt come out after he was wrapped in the white cloth. Malays should know what I'm talking about. Even my brother fear these things. But now he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I watched it and I just couldnt stop thinking about it. To the extent that when I close my eyes,I feel like its somewhere around me. Scary right? Haha. Just the sight of it would make me want to run away and wished I never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,sis called just now from Batam. She told me the hoodie was expensive so she didnt buy. Instead she bought me a perfume. Haishh.. I WANT HOODIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheryl,its okay! I understand. Now I'm the one who is having cramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3412170152929279054?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3412170152929279054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3412170152929279054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-love.html' title='i need love'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3756814768078036785</id><published>2009-04-30T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:09:15.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all coming back to me now</title><content type='html'>I still remember what you did last summer. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did my SS essay,tears started to form. I didnt know why. But these few days,my tears can just form and flow anytime. I'm not sure wad made me do so,but it did. Did I lose something? Did I abandoned someone? Or am I about to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These qns couldnt be answered by anyone. Not even myself. Is it because I'm suffering from stress that I dont realise it? Is it because I have been so happy the past few months that its time for the negative feelings to release itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend just indirectly crawled back to me after being left. Should I accept? Should I behave like nothing happened between us? Should I fake everything and return the negative favour? So many qns in my mind,but none can be answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again,tears are flowing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3756814768078036785?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3756814768078036785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3756814768078036785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now.html' title='Its all coming back to me now'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-449255086614617867</id><published>2009-04-29T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:54:28.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only he who understands me.</title><content type='html'>These few days just not 100% myself.&lt;br /&gt;Navin! Go study with me!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,when I study outside,can only study with him.&lt;br /&gt;Whats so special about you ah? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;1st Germany meeting was like ....&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-449255086614617867?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/449255086614617867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/449255086614617867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-he-who-understands-me.html' title='Only he who understands me.'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8983236701587341577</id><published>2009-04-27T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:42:45.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLUEless</title><content type='html'>Initially in no mood to go to school but just drag myself since I'm desperately in need of knowledge. I couldnt concentrate in English. Do you know the feeling when you are trying so hard to focus and you just cant? Cos everyone else is blabbering away? Thats the reason,partly. If only the class and the TEACHER would just shut up for once. If only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was another test again. Just did my best and done. Physics was fun. And I was all better. More cheerful. Had fun doing the experiment and going so frustrated over the metal ball that would not oscillate from left to right but instead made rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was talking about a 'frustration'. CD was never ending crap. POA was a struggle. I thought I had everything at my fingertips. I was god damn wrong! Now I gotta mug over my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Faisal took a picture of himself using my phone and put it as wallpaper. Pervert face! PEACE! haha. After school,someone made me u-turn and wait for her under the scorching sun. Thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is not improving much. Oily skin has gone(except a small portion of my nose),pores are getting smaller. Scars are gone but very little. Apart from that,I still have pimples coming out. They are small but many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once,I woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see like 5-6 tiny pimples ALL IN ONE AREA of my forehead. Gives me the goosebumps. Just feels like I got some popping disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mommy will follow me for this sunday's appointment and ask why not much improvement and about the popping pimples. Hope it gets better soon. Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SfVsymZRIEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DAZirRdDVYo/s1600-h/P270409_09.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8983236701587341577?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8983236701587341577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8983236701587341577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/clueless.html' title='CLUEless'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7993553025365703830</id><published>2009-04-26T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:17:44.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only 17(to be)</title><content type='html'>Supposedly today was suppose to sit at home and study. But instead I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dont know where at geylang with uncle and his daughter. Went around searching for malay dictionary. Finally found one. Then went to Seoul Garden at TM to take uncle's discount card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbled upon his friend. And his friend asked whether I'm his new wife? LIKE WTF! He may only be 24 and divorced,but come on! I'm so much younger la!! Not even legal to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shopped here and there. Bought for his daughter clothes. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired and hungry. And I've still havent fulfill my cravings! STEAK! Haha. till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7993553025365703830?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7993553025365703830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7993553025365703830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-only-17to-be.html' title='i&apos;m only 17(to be)'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5909776262445042841</id><published>2009-04-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:15:30.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns</title><content type='html'>Today,went out with acha and came back home. Guys paitao us. Extremely tired. I wore the wrong shoe for alot of walking today. Finally,went to Tampines 1. I personally love the Disney shop. It has so many cute things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like buying all of it! Came back and bathed. Super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much what I did today. Boring I know. But the time spent was WONDERFUL! Teehee. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5909776262445042841?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5909776262445042841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5909776262445042841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawns.html' title='yawns'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5728341579861108138</id><published>2009-04-24T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:26:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acha just turned ah lian yesterday</title><content type='html'>Well,I'm gonna say what I've been saying for the past 5 years in loyang about exams-I wrote shitty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay almost killed me. The formal letter was about a service that an agency had promised but did not fulfill it. What exactly am I suppose to write? Obviously lame answers. I read that qn and all that I wanted to write was-YOUR SERVICE SUCKED YOU LIAR! IMPROVE DAMMIT! Honestly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the compo did the qn on a responsibility that a friend had to shoulder and you have to give a description. If you didnt know,I'm terrible in descriptive essays. So I said about his father left him and he was head of the family and the only one that can work. He grew up to be a uni lecturer. And thank God and Izzati that I had a dictionary with me! I swear I had trouble thinking of useful words. Like my mind totally went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was English paper. The paper was not that tough. Just that I've lost touch in writing quality essays(chey!!). LOL. The letter I chose NUS and the compo I did on 'Regret'. I used an idea that had been used for a different topic during English on Wednesday-Carter was successful in his business but the feeling was not 100% there as his wife was not there to share the joy with. She died somewhere along the story. She just happen to faint and die(i know its stupid!)! Then he regretted neglecting his wife. TAH-DAH! End of story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for facial. It was not the best one I've ever had. It was a different person and she kinda scrubbed my face too hard like she's scraping something off. Went home with a super red face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I get to eat! My stomach was grumbling from 12pm to 5pm! Oh! And prolly tmr I'll be getting a new phone. Being the cheapskate my mom is and me unable to wait for a gd phone to be on sale,I decided to just take any $0 phone. Its sony ericsson w910i I think. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5728341579861108138?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5728341579861108138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5728341579861108138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/acha-just-turned-ah-lian-yesterday.html' title='acha just turned ah lian yesterday'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-2149376102894393153</id><published>2009-04-22T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:06:34.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering which idiot passed me the disease!</title><content type='html'>Second post for today. I havent jump off any building yet. Went for brotha chalet just now to help him carry the stuff and prepare the food. I'm such a goodie sister. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for family and bro friends to come. Mom had prepared every single dish and provided the food supplies. So kind of her. Went to sleep for awhile. Woke up when I was freezing. Its not the fan,aircon or wind. It was my body temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barefoot. Stepped on the chalet floor and it felt like I was stepping on an ice cube! Checked my body temperature(yes,I had a thermometer with me) and it was 39.4 degrees! Wth! This totally made me think of the time that I feel sick during the SARS thing. My tempreature then was 40+ but told mom that it was only 38 cos I was so afraid to go to hospital and die there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LATER NOBODY WANT TO BATHE AND WRAP MY DEAD BODY!&lt;/span&gt; (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fad passed me panadol! I hate panadol! Especially those pill kind. He made me eat two! As you all know,I'm special. I cannot swallow panadols. Although people say just swallow,I still cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slowly bite half of the panadol,chew(!!!) then swallow with gallons of water. I had to do it four times! And the bitterness is still lingering in my mouth. Wanted to wait for family come but cannot take it. Must go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and bathe. It felt like north pole inside the toilet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told mommy this,since she say I must eat an apple a day: An apple a day made me sick today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still can ask me eat apple! wth! haha. I'm done. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-2149376102894393153?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2149376102894393153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2149376102894393153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/wandering-which-idiot-passed-me-disease.html' title='wandering which idiot passed me the disease!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8253031398515995699</id><published>2009-04-22T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:09:14.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what something called 'life' has done to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to myself not to ever procrastinate anymore. Its about time I start to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are starting this Friday and I'm only relying on what I've done in school!I clearly am unprepared for the Mid years. And what am I doing still sitting in front of the computer? urgh!! START REVISING AISYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;SYF results are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Dance and Band got Silver.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Drama gets at least Silver too.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of work to do!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;I should not underestimate people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go jump off a building now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8253031398515995699?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8253031398515995699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8253031398515995699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-something-called-life-has-done-to.html' title='what something called &apos;life&apos; has done to me'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8853467867039397769</id><published>2009-04-21T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:07:23.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat and bitchfights are to be avoided by me</title><content type='html'>Today was my happy day! I was so happy that it rained in the morning. My prayers were finally answered. I just love morning rains for no apparent reason. School was fine. Maths was totally silent and I had trouble doing inverse and direct proportion. It twirls my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was fine. Supposedly have to finish informal letter by today. But it was unbelievable to be able to finish it in like 20mins? So gonna do it later. Assembly was awesome. Except the part where the Guitar Club performed. Put me to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with Angie. This is like the first time I'm using Angie for Guiling. Anyways. I'm dead tired. Now,my sleep is going off the charts! Come back from school only want to sleep. If its like 1-2 hours nvm. But its like 3-4 hours! Then at night,cannot sleep. Haiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie doks. I want to head to bed. My eyes so droopy already. And I'm like craving for steak! LOL. Long time already never eat it. Who wants to go eat steak with me? Just give me a call! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8853467867039397769?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8853467867039397769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8853467867039397769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/cat-and-bitchfights-are-to-be-avoided.html' title='cat and bitchfights are to be avoided by me'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1336369172726349185</id><published>2009-04-19T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:29:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aches</title><content type='html'>Went for laser at 12pm. Sis and Jessie pick me up to go East Coast for cycling. Reached and ate at Mac. Starving. Then rent bicycle. Saw brother and his friend. So joined them. We cycled from one end to the other. DAMN TIRING! My butt hurts and so do my thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Burger King for drink and chillax. Sis and Jessie went off first since my sis sending Jess home. So,I 'tompang' bro friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: eh,I need a job sia. I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then go and find one la.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Find alrd. All like never come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What kinda job you want?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Anything. As long as dont sell backside can alrd. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Cannot stop laughing at that sentence. Till here. I need to do some last minute homework(if any),eat,then go sleep. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1336369172726349185?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1336369172726349185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1336369172726349185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/aches.html' title='aches'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-2451042407101074916</id><published>2009-04-18T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:21:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new move</title><content type='html'>Time check: 11:12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to fall asleep after my bath just now,but my eyes just cant seem to shut. There's been alot on my mind lately. Things that dont seem to really matter. Not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day was spent at home. Mom and Sis went to TampinesOne. Typical Singaporeans. Luckily didnt go. There was like a huge crowd and you can barely see the shops. Besides,I was taking my afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is not enjoyable at all. The air is very dry. Turned on fan also no use. Still very sticky. Well,watched 'Half Nelson' just now. It was an interesting movie but just that its kinda slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched it off,bathed and headed to bed. Turned on my mp4 for some music to put me to sleep. Unfortunately,I just cannot stop thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be spent going for facial appointment and cycling with sister. Not looking forward to it,just see how it goes. Whether I got the mood to cycle with the current weather. Did not talk to Farhan today. I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end here. Gonna let the soul music put me to sleep and drive me through never-ending dreams. Sleep tight you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 11:22pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-2451042407101074916?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2451042407101074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2451042407101074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-move.html' title='a new move'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7753825463737696973</id><published>2009-04-17T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:07:52.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD NEEDS A CHANGE. FOR STARTERS,DO SOMETIHNG ABOUT THE OZONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously,someone needs to show that girl the path to decency! I dont want to mention names because she might just read this and go against me even more. But I just want to say that what someone said is true: When you grow up and working,you have to accept the people around you whether you like it or not. Maybe that should be said in your face. I dont give a damn about you not liking me. I'm not even bothered about it. But you have caused 'YOUR BESTFRIEND' the pain. Some friend you are,huh? Cheryl thought I was going to be all pissed after reading the msgs time and time again. Surprisingly,I wasnt. I took it as something that I should improve on. I make noise for the right reasons. You just kept quiet cos you're just too dumb to give an answer. And stop shooting the hatred-ness to your friend. Spare him for once. But then again,you're inhumane. So why should I bother saying it. You only have feelings for yourself and have never put yourself in others shoes. You expect everyone to understand. And calling your own bestfriend names that hurt? Again(!!),some friend you are! Its no wonder that the person you call your bestfriend,turn to me to vent his anger. I know what it feels like cos you yourself have done it to me. You just shoot things at people and then forget that sick act you just did hurt them. And I still remember the msg that you send to him about you being disrespectful. I'm glad you realise your mistake(s) but the sentence after that...? Hmm..You might as well not apologise. You hate people for the wrong reasons. I used to hate you for the wrong reasons too. But I've woken up. I know I was being unfair. So if you hate me now,I've got nothing to say and nothing against you. You bring no joy to my life. So I just cancel you out. Like the other LIAR girl,you're also just a ......... Have a nice life suffering and always hoping the people that you hate to be out of your life. Trust me,the more you hope,the more they will keep coming till you learn to appreciate them. See you around! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet some of you didnt read till the end. HAHA! Today was fun i guess. Except that I was quiet. According to Cheryl. Didnt go canteen for recess. Taught Cheryl graphs. I'm so kind! LOL. Was trying to survive Bio lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to go home today,the ez-link card for sec 4's and 5's were not ready. LIKE WTF! They say come back at around 2.30pm! Hello! What are we going to do in school until 2.30pm? There was like one huge crowd outside the office. Some were cursing the school. A few guys took the loyang pe shirt and burned it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and guigui waited then I finally got my ez-link at around 1pm. Then went for facial appointment. Was tired and hungry. Slept while the person did my face. RELAXING SIA! Somemore I was the only one there. Haha. PEACE FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to meet Fad.Then went to Eastpoint to buy groceries. Reached home then suddenly got craving for Western food at Banquet. HAHA. Nvm,can go tmr or Sunday. The weather sucks today. Was sweating and I'm so sticky. Bathe twice also not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7753825463737696973?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7753825463737696973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7753825463737696973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-needs-change-for-startersdo.html' title='THE WORLD NEEDS A CHANGE. FOR STARTERS,DO SOMETIHNG ABOUT THE OZONE!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4005441000995864142</id><published>2009-04-16T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:32:31.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeccqXmv55I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DB9H-wY8Z9c/s1600-h/shikin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325256598605522834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeccqXmv55I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DB9H-wY8Z9c/s400/shikin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To my lovely cousin,Shikin(picture above),&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED 18TH BIRTHDAY BABE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know your birthday was yesterday,but I didnt blog yesterday,so today I dedicate k. LOL. May you have a blessed year and long-lasting relationship with SOPTO(suro die tukar nickname pls,haha),stay strong facing challenges(especially kat rumah) and belajar btol2! Show nenek that you can do it! GO GIRL! and one more thing,I miss you! *wide grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today seems to be fine. &lt;/span&gt;After school went to Maths tutorial. I've finally figure out graphs. It was damn easy! Then met up with Izzati for English Compre. THANK YOU for the help. But I still need practice. Then went home. Bathed and here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some @#$%^&amp;amp;$!! girl pauto to Mdm Halimah saying that I didnt come school yesterday because I wanted to catch up on my sleep. To that girl,THANKS UH!  Next time,I pauto you back. You just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gtg. Wanna watch Wild Hogs then go study. AND I WILL! haha. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4005441000995864142?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4005441000995864142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4005441000995864142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-life-for-now.html' title='I love my life for now'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeccqXmv55I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DB9H-wY8Z9c/s72-c/shikin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4937361478756163558</id><published>2009-04-14T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:53:59.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my emotionally boring life</title><content type='html'>This entry gonna be really boring and emotional. Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Drama's SYF competition. I have been looking forward to this day months ago. I was hoping to minus the fights,gossips and some other bullshit that Drama had done to me and that I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago,I just couldnt wait to be free of the rehearsals and tired-ness of the acting. I couldnt wait to leave(with or without a word) and get my life back on track. I went berserk just getting everyone together til to the point where I have lost my passion for acting and Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commintment is still there,no worries. The critical point is losing the passion. The feeling of acting. I always loved acting. It let me escapes into a different world or person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still went on with my job as a stage manager and an actor,most people know about whats going on in my life. But one thing that they dont know,is that I have no more passion. Sure I do mention it to some,but they take it as just no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that this day has arrived. Everything's still the same except that they know how to behave and pick up instructions quickly. Acting was good. We did our best. I'm proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden,I feel like turning back time and cherishing the moments I had with them. I start to get the feeling that I've lost something close to my heart that I know I should never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel EMPTY literally. It feels like I've lost something and it cannot be replaced. And what is that? The moments I had with Drama. As the lights dim and the curtains close,I start to get flashbacks on the rehearsals and gossips that I've heard about me. Then I look around at the faces of my fellow actors,I'll miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I started to feel the passion come alive again. But its too damn late. Only then I started to feel motivated. But its all pointless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus back to school and on the way,tears started to form. I had to hold it back. I'm not sure why but I'm not gonna cry in front of them. Told An and he said that its about time I get those tears out since I've held back one too many tears ever since the actual rehearsals started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I'm crying right now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stop here. I cant go on anymore. I need a break to get myself together. To an(farhan),thanks for the shoulder. Sorry I wet your shirt. HAHA. I love you bro. I really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4937361478756163558?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4937361478756163558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4937361478756163558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-my-emotionally-boring-life.html' title='just my emotionally boring life'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1993939592753367379</id><published>2009-04-13T19:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:28:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nervous breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeMjrGQwX7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QL_1a0EMOwM/s1600-h/P1010549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324138407804297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeMjrGQwX7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QL_1a0EMOwM/s400/P1010549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby,I'll bring you out again someday okay? Miss you. Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was alright. Every lesson was productive. Like finally,no more naggings. I managed to not sleep in POA. So did my work and started singing 'When I grow up' by Pussycat Dolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldnt stop smiling and laughing to myself thinking of all the Pussycat Dolls dance moves that Hakim use to do. Funny la that guy. Then had drama rehearsal. Before that,I was talking to Navin,Ivanna and the Aussie girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She seems to be ignoring whatever that I have to say. Even if she answers my question,she would look at Navin and Navin only. Is he that good-looking til you have to look at him only? LMAO. My 5a2s,better shut your bloody mouth about this okay? Or I'll twist your neck,literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school went to McD with Izzati. Finally relieved my craving. Now I want McFlurry Mud Pie. URGH! Then went for Drama rehearsal. Purposely arrive abit late cos lazy to carry the set all the way to the hall. Its freaking heavy mind you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sweat like ****. Then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To these people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Danial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Izzati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aisyah M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bhavani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Navin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Akbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TJ CLAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and a few others whose names I have not mentioned,forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT AND GOOD LUCKS! I KNOW YOU'RE ALL BEHIND ME ALL THE WAY AND FOR THAT,I LOVE YOU ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw,the camera image at the top is very random. I just miss going out with that camera ever since my sister self-declared that it now belongs to her and her only after I got a new one. Well,its still mine. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways,I gotta slip in bed early. Tmr's a big day for me! Gotta be in school by 6am. Thanusha ditched me but luckily bro offered to send me to school. Thanks yeah! Till here. BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pray hard that LOYANG DRAMA CLUB GETS AT LEAST A SILVER! THANK YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1993939592753367379?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1993939592753367379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1993939592753367379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/nervous-breakdown.html' title='the nervous breakdown'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SeMjrGQwX7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QL_1a0EMOwM/s72-c/P1010549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8760134667522534650</id><published>2009-04-11T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:42:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>Went for Drama in the morning to start ruining my hair. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LITERALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily brought shampoo. All of you must thank me okay! Then rushed to Eunos for my facial appointment. Thanks sis for putting my life(and Farhan's) in danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dashed past a few red lights just so that I would be punctual for my appointment or else I would have to wait. The stupid person that did my face had applied mask and left it on my face for like an hour plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later,she had to scrape the mask off. OH THE PAIN! Pity Farhan. Had to wait for like 2 hours plus for me to finish. But he was so engrossed with his PSP. Then went to Tampines to check out the new shopping mall called Tampines One. Unfortunately,we couldnt move from the MRT to the traffic light. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was a giganormous crowd. &lt;/span&gt;Furthermore,it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,we made a U-turn and took the train to Pasir Ris and went to Popular to look for the malay dictionary. It costs like 48 bucks! And I only had like 30 bucks. So we decided to go buy sushi and look for the freaking hair spray that this woman ask me to buy. Everyone on drama has to get one for themselves. ONE PERSON EACH JUST FOR A STUPID ONE-TIME PERFORMANCE. What a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well just share like 2-3 people one hair spray. STUPID! Then went home and hit the bed straight away and woke up around 8pm. So tired. I should not be spending my morning in school. It should be spent at home catching up with my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been saying this but I just need to reinforce it to myself again. I cant wait for this coming Tuesday's SYF and its also the day where I'm officially out of drama!!! Somebody! Pinch me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,gotta get back to sudying. Currently at Terminal 1's Popeyes with Cheryl and Hakim. Thanks kimp for lending the lappy to me! Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kepada seseorang yg msg aku tgh maki2 semalam(haha!),relax k. Maybe die nga mens ke. I'm sure die tak mean it. Die mmg da biaser pe mcm tu kat certain people. Just let it go okay? Take it as satu ujian dari Allah. K? LOL. mcm phm sak aku. And thanks for the song 'janji pada mu'. Aku janji pada kau yang aku kan sentiasa be there for you! Takecare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8760134667522534650?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8760134667522534650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8760134667522534650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5131111788017976769</id><published>2009-04-09T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:35:53.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Thursday ever!</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time in History,PE,(neither maths nor ss) and MT. Well,in History we learnt about some Cuban guy that did something to help the poor and turn Cuba into a Communist country. Lazy to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for PE,we played floorball. We played from parade sq then they kinda dragged the ball all the way into the canteen(wanted bookshop!),then drag some more to the science block,carpark,office,foyer,art room and back to parade square. I had a fun time playing. Most of it was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was confusing. Damn you vectors! SS had another nagging. Lazy to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was fun,finally! Me,Thanusha and Hakim had reserved the foundation first before everybody else sees it and its passed around and will only come back to you 10 minutes later. For the first time,I had fun doing the make-up. Was almost done in an hour. Yes,ONE HOUR. It was tough work looking like an animal okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had practices for setting up the set on stage. We took 1 min and 20 secs. YAY! It was not easy. We were given 5 mins but we want to do it quickly so that other stuff can be done. The sets were huge so it was abit of a trouble with the curtains in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know,the hall is super warm and the fans were useless. So,all of us sweat in our costumes. Its not gonna be washed. And we have to wear it on Tuesday. WOW! Smelly costumes. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. And guess what? I have to go back to school tmr! How great is that? On a Good Friday where students are not suppose to be in school! ARGH! Well,the meeting is from 9am to 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to leave 15 mins earlier for my facial appointment at 12pm. Farhan accompanying me for that. Thanks dude! I love you(since 11 years ago!). Then gonna look for a malay dictionary. I need one badly! I'm losing the malay touch. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Cant wait for SYF cos thats the day where I declare myself OUT OF DRAMA! *hakim's evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot believe that I've missed 4 of Reverandom's outings. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.Formal wear outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.Today's town outing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.TOMORROW'S Pulau Ubin outing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be so busy?!!! I miss them la! I want go cycling at pulau ubin like last time! I want! I want! I want! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Please dont forget about me hor REVERANDOM.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS AND PIECES. MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5131111788017976769?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5131111788017976769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5131111788017976769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/bestest-thursday-ever.html' title='Bestest Thursday ever!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-3794132172561654053</id><published>2009-04-08T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:26:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking down soon</title><content type='html'>Had a long chat with Anesa over the phone yesterday. I was being lame,blur,random and sick in the head. Thats what I am for the past few weeks till now. She gave me a long silence and said,"You're at your wits end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally agreed! I've been so pressured with SYF and school. I'm starting to get less sleep and I always start to feel sleepy at around 8pm. That is when I start to do my homeworks and revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I used to wake up feeling fresh and ready to go to school in the morning. Now,waking up is like a heavy chore for me. All I want now is sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep!!! URGH! I NEED A BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,today went for the Germany interview. I've a feeling that I'm not going to be chosen. Simply because my attitude has changed abit for the worse. My teachers should know better. Well,it was no harm giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i guess this post will have to end here. I'm suppose to watch a video for History tomorrow. Reminders for homeworks are adding to everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-3794132172561654053?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3794132172561654053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/3794132172561654053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-down-soon.html' title='breaking down soon'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7343108844060185396</id><published>2009-04-06T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:48:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my voice</title><content type='html'>I think its time for teachers to cut down on the nagging and get back to what they first came to class for: TEACH. Its true that we students do get abit out of hand and just lazy at times,but doing the nagging every lesson is putting me through the torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones that should be given the nag. But why do the teachers have to pull the rest down too? I dont get it. Sure it does give the rest a reality-check,but dont you think I had one too many already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pretty much every lesson every teacher that comes in gives a nagging for the next 15-30mins. If you care about us,thank you. But if you want to give a wake up call to those who are not determine to do their work,you can always wait after the lesson or after school or when the class is given work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you nag,the more we dont listen to you. And whats with the threats? Since the beginning of the year,teachers have been warning and threatening saying if we dont behave or whatever,they will write an offence slip. For god sake! No sec 5 student is afraid of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simply because the actions taken are not helping. You only go detention. In detention,you just do your own work and wait for time to pass. How are the misbehaving students gonna learn from their mistakes that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want students to learn from their mistakes,get it done then and there. Why wait till he/she commits another mistake? Or even few more mistakes. And seriously,loyang's way of disciplining is shit. I cannot believe I'm saying this but I wish Mr Azman and Mr Nassim was here to severely discipline the problematic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today,I've officially given up on the nags. Miss Sarifah came into a class and gave a nag again. I pretty much refuse to listen to her and did my own stuff. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7343108844060185396?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7343108844060185396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7343108844060185396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-voice.html' title='my voice'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-2361747679291254596</id><published>2009-04-04T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:09:38.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh! the pain!</title><content type='html'>Sports Day was a torture. The runners all the same. Went there just for attendance. Rushed home and then couldnt follow bro go Johore cos Dad was coming along. URGH! And finally I got the movie 21! Been dying for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,today went to AIA building around there to make an apointment for my facial treatment. Like finally! Altogether,totalled up to $2,070. Have 16 laser treatments(ouch!) and 11 facial treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was shaking her hand when she handed over her credit card to pay the amount. LOL. Then she said from now on,no more eating outside. I cook or dont cook,still must eat at home! HAHA. Well,first treatment starts tmr. And the next few treatments will be every Friday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm gonna take my usual afternoon nap then go to cousin's house to visit granny. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-2361747679291254596?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2361747679291254596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/2361747679291254596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-pain.html' title='oh! the pain!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-167670715008344883</id><published>2009-04-02T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:42:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people just dont know when to give up!</title><content type='html'>I was being emotionally childish today. Dont ask why. Cos the reason is only for me to know. To Bong,SORRY for showing attitude to you when you have done nothing wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,as you all know yesterday was April Fool's Day. Some jerk tried to mend his friendship with me by trying to make it sound like what happened over the past weeks did not occur at all. I know what his plan was. To mend the friendship without having to utter the word 'SORRY'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,we did talk to each other as per normal. But the trust isnt there. Yeah sure he's my bestfriend for the past 11 years,but I cant trust him that easily anymore. TJ clan is asking me to forgive him. But why should I? Just because he's been my bestfriend for the past 11 years? BULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if he is? He didnt trust me either. And if he's reading this,then good! It might just give him some hint! Although I cant bear to lose someone like him,but he makes his own decisions and pick friends that he thinks can actually stay true to him. Obviously,I'm not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my true friends and I'm sure they will remain true friends. Thats for now. I'm done with emotional entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..&lt;br /&gt;Today's tech-run was hectic,super sweaty,tiring and complicating. Desmond rolled his eyes at me. JERK! I dont know what I've done wrong. Menses I guess. LOL. Sleplt in the bus like pig then stayed back and waited for hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I want to go back to sleep. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-167670715008344883?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/167670715008344883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/167670715008344883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-people-just-dont-know-when-to-give.html' title='some people just dont know when to give up!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7499294309798360143</id><published>2009-04-01T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:25:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random entry</title><content type='html'>Today is April Fool's Day. Big deal. Though I did get a msg from Nizham at like 6+ in the morning? Unlikely of him to be awake at that time. But unfortunately,I was aware of the day and he didnt get to fool me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was fine. Did experiment on Reflections for Physics. It was my first ever experiment that I had enjoyed. Random. The day went as usual. Mr Alvin was not present. I'm glad I didnt study my ass off for his test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had Drama at 3pm. Desmond came in late so we did our rehearsals first. We did some corrections for blockings and their speech and eye contacts. I swear it was much better after that! Much improvement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tmr will be heading down to ACS at Barker Road for tech-run. Will miss last period,which is MT as I need to leave by 12.30 and also English Oral. Hope the 5a2s survive. Good luck babies! LOL. And to drama kids,please &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUT ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOUR,FOCUS AND PAY ATTENTION! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our one and only chance to get everything right and done the first time. And lets have fun with our costumes. Btw,mine looks like Star Wars! But I still love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till here. Gotta sneeze. random...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7499294309798360143?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7499294309798360143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7499294309798360143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-entry.html' title='random entry'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7978700713067125639</id><published>2009-03-31T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:47:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just life</title><content type='html'>Today I owe Aizat a minahrep(ah lian) post,but thats not gonna happen today. Promise you by end of this week. If you do not know what I'm talking about,maybe cos its got nothing to do with you. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has officially stopped me from going out and to start hitting the books again. Basically cos I've not been studying much and spent alot of my time going out. Give me a break la! I miss my TJ clan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,its my fault. We agreed that if I study,she'll let me go out. But I didnt,so serves me right. Besides,I've spent too much money. I'm broke now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog entries sucks at the moment. Well,life is mundane yet hectic at the same time. The same crazy routine everyday. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of education. I'm sick of rehearsals. I'm sick of crap. I'm sick of EVERYTHING! I need a REAL life for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7978700713067125639?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7978700713067125639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7978700713067125639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-life.html' title='just life'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8201855098967006227</id><published>2009-03-30T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:50:55.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping the faith</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Zoo in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea and Courts at Tampines in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken at Zoo might be uploaded. If so,soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was really moody. Reason being: PERIOD! and some other stuff. The day went pretty well. For once I paid full attention during English lesson. And my Oral Exam is like this Wednesday! Initally was on Thursday but I have an SYF tech-run on that day. Today slept in POA class. And then went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can almost see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That dream I'm dreamin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's a voice inside my head sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'You'll never reach it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every move I make feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My faith is shakin'&lt;br /&gt;But I,I gotta keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about how fast i get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on there other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The struggles I'm facin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chances I'm takin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:Cuz There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about how fast i get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on there other side It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about how fast i get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on there other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8201855098967006227?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8201855098967006227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8201855098967006227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-went-to-zoo-in-morning.html' title='keeping the faith'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1900211139180523641</id><published>2009-03-27T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:39:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more bestfriend</title><content type='html'>Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Angry.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words above pretty much sums up yesterday and today. Unhappy with someone. You know who you are. I'm not in the wrong yet you still say I am. You're ridiculous. I HATE YOU! Go and f her for all I care. I'm no one to you for the past 11 years. You're just a piece of shit to me from now on. You may step out of my life before I give you hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1900211139180523641?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1900211139180523641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1900211139180523641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-bestfriend.html' title='no more bestfriend'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6938996647248412422</id><published>2009-03-25T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:20:37.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have it your way</title><content type='html'>Today was so boring! In the morning had some reflection crap and watched Hotel Rwanda. At 10am went for tea break then IPP briefing and the exercise. Initally my class had to merge with 5a3 at their classroom but mr nasir gave us permission to do it at our own classrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather fun doing the exercise. Me,cheryl and navin made the toilet. 5 star toilet you know. Got door and roof somemore. LOL. Took some pictures and then we settled down. Ouh and we planned on the class tee. Happy with the designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we settled down, switched off all electrical appliances and everybody kept quiet. 5 mins later,switched back on the fans and watched the continuation of Hotel Rwanda. So much for IPP exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done,went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Scn2BFEkIeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DCv1RZVwaXU/s1600-h/P1010480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317051333489205730" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Scn2BFEkIeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DCv1RZVwaXU/s400/P1010480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went with hakim,navin,both nabeels and miss izzati for lunch. Stayed till around 4pm then went home. Slept in the bus like there's no tmr. SLEEPY!! And now here I am. Okay. I shall go to sleep now although its only 5.30pm. BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6938996647248412422?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6938996647248412422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6938996647248412422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-it-your-way.html' title='have it your way'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Scn2BFEkIeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DCv1RZVwaXU/s72-c/P1010480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7130585009731760605</id><published>2009-03-24T15:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:48:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDC trip</title><content type='html'>Today had a fun trip to Singapore Discovery Centre. IT WAS FUN! Seriously.. Let the pictures do the talking for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciNF-4LDeI/AAAAAAAAADo/qEtqJvycEjk/s1600-h/P1010345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654494028336610" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciNF-4LDeI/AAAAAAAAADo/qEtqJvycEjk/s400/P1010345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at how dark the sky was,it felt like dooms day was coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciO26fedrI/AAAAAAAAADw/p-PpimJ3xTo/s1600-h/P1010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656434176226994" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciO26fedrI/AAAAAAAAADw/p-PpimJ3xTo/s400/P1010356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained heavily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciPx7sEdkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OyM2Fr3_vmg/s1600-h/P1010354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316657448109766210" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciPx7sEdkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OyM2Fr3_vmg/s400/P1010354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this. HAHA. I'm sorry acha. Please dont kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciQlBClHOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jTPa97e46-A/s1600-h/P1010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316658325719686370" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciQlBClHOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jTPa97e46-A/s400/P1010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the people that want their faces to be taken. I moved the cam. Dammit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciSabg-6LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j2iyK6H081I/s1600-h/P1010367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316660342871222450" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciSabg-6LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j2iyK6H081I/s400/P1010367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Army Museum. A typical bunk in the past in Tekong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciT_whm7_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3c1OtewtvRs/s1600-h/P1010374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316662083677777906" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciT_whm7_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3c1OtewtvRs/s400/P1010374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciTZkKrFiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/obVnA-M063s/s1600-h/P1010368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316661427525326370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciTZkKrFiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/obVnA-M063s/s400/P1010368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different flags of I dont know what. Ask Navin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats pretty much all for the Army Museum. Did not really take alot of pictures. Was busy walking here and there,listening to tour guide and taking pictures of ourself. So,let the cam-whoring pictures flow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciVqPXTLsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J8v-Ecs6fKw/s1600-h/P1010395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316663913022172866" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciVqPXTLsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J8v-Ecs6fKw/s400/P1010395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciWTkA6BlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yBSV_TIXiLA/s1600-h/P1010376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316664622940030546" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciWTkA6BlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yBSV_TIXiLA/s400/P1010376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciX5-lnyqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KhuHHQwLJk0/s1600-h/P1010381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316666382420003490" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciX5-lnyqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KhuHHQwLJk0/s400/P1010381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciY0RHtVfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n0xn4Q5kXhQ/s1600-h/P1010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316667383827224050" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciY0RHtVfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n0xn4Q5kXhQ/s400/P1010382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScibCY_eRPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/drBHtWxWYiw/s1600-h/P1010396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316669825481590002" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScibCY_eRPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/drBHtWxWYiw/s400/P1010396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciahljUQII/AAAAAAAAAFg/tf8ggnNm86c/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316669261917470850" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciahljUQII/AAAAAAAAAFg/tf8ggnNm86c/s400/P1010398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/Scibr_CyO4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/76QY7RPynB4/s1600-h/P1010405.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScicTNhVt-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9rLTSuGLZgU/s1600-h/P1010365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316671213971814370" style="WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScicTNhVt-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9rLTSuGLZgU/s400/P1010365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till here. I'm going to bed. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7130585009731760605?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7130585009731760605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7130585009731760605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-had-fun-trip-to-singapore.html' title='SDC trip'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/SciNF-4LDeI/AAAAAAAAADo/qEtqJvycEjk/s72-c/P1010345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5466364211064463941</id><published>2009-03-23T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:07:15.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare me the pain</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;My brains are about to explode into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Am not in the mood for camp.&lt;br /&gt;Unfair,sec 2s get to campout.&lt;br /&gt;We're stuck in Loyang.&lt;br /&gt;Not fun without Cheryl and Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;Motivational workshop was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the part where the speaker just talks and talks.&lt;br /&gt;Inter-class handball was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;5a1 champion.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;They got boo-ed throughout by sec 5As.&lt;br /&gt;We were told off but we didnt a give shit.&lt;br /&gt;Some bitch lost her cool.&lt;br /&gt;Shouted at us that its only a game and said,"BLOODY SHIT!".&lt;br /&gt;She said its only a game,why lose her cool in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly cos they were boo-ed bad. Real bad. Real real bad.&lt;br /&gt;Arisa fell on her left breast.&lt;br /&gt;Cried like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it doesnt decrease in size anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Shout here and there. Laughters.&lt;br /&gt;Gave support.&lt;br /&gt;Played my best.&lt;br /&gt;At least we weren't defeated.&lt;br /&gt;One win and two draws.&lt;br /&gt;Proud of 5a2.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;Shove it up your ass dude was not a man of his word.&lt;br /&gt;Neither supportive nor positive.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be trip to Discovery Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;A few more seconds to brain explosion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5466364211064463941?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5466364211064463941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5466364211064463941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/spare-me-pain.html' title='Spare me the pain'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1919903517525627304</id><published>2009-03-22T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:54:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY MISSION TO CONVINCE YOU HAS FAILED. GO AND JUMP OFF THE BUILDING LA,JACKOFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1919903517525627304?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1919903517525627304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1919903517525627304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/urgh.html' title='Urgh!!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5887770660455787218</id><published>2009-03-22T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:33:56.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post on watches</title><content type='html'>My morning was disturbed. Had to go for religious classes. Then came home and slept. Yes,I'm a pig. Woke up and had headaches. And btw,I'm still having the flu. No medicine taken. Then I msg-ed around asking people where to get leather watches after seeing them in magazines. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have fetish for leather watches. Dont ask why. I'm just weird. And I got weird answers from Wyelin. Earth! Musthafa centre! =_=" Then got a reply from Zeek-bugis or far east. Well,I wanted to go Far East tmr,but cannot go out. Why? Well,mom says so. Maybe cos I've been going out too much in the holidays and did little studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Farhan said at Tampines Mall or Century Square. And so I went with him. Just Century Square. I'm tired of Tampines Mall. So we went to every watch shop found on the ground floor. All the watches I wanted was like 30 bucks and above. Whereas my budget was like only $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this thingy in the middle. I dont know whats it called. Just outside Montip. Checked it out &amp;amp; I love it! So bought it at $16.90. I know its like wth.. But I could not wait any longer! I've been wanting a leather watch for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cabbed home since both very lazy to take the bus. Finally,I've got what I wanted! Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Farhan,thanks for accompanying me. I love you bestie! It's been a while since I last went out with you. Tell me more stories and gossips yeah! LOL. Takecare everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,this entry is for Saturday's post. Not Sunday. Its just that I only felt like blogging at 11:45.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5887770660455787218?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5887770660455787218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5887770660455787218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-post-on-watches.html' title='Random post on watches'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7981479772472847528</id><published>2009-03-20T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:31:00.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Han River's WATERFALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOhe1gK1GI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3sSSLN_33I/s1600-h/P1010264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315269536357471330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOhe1gK1GI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3sSSLN_33I/s400/P1010264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these babes to bits and pieces. Today went to Han River at Easpt cos Mdm Halimah wanted to give the class a treat and also bond. Yeah we did. Among our own groups. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great time cooking and burning the food. Yes,BURNING. Me,Cheryl and Wyelin were the surviving man-eaters. Thats what Navin said. Even when the boys finished eating,pretty much everyone else too,the three of us were still eating. Not full yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ended up eating lots and lots and lots of prawns. Wyelin did some experiment with the tom yam chilli and it turned out nice. Then Cheryl stopped. Left me and wyelin. Then he moved on to desserts. After that then we stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now,having a hard time uploading all 118 pictures. ITS THAT MANY! I cant install the Active X Control cos it needs the administrator's password and my sis is asleep. So have to go the trouble of uploading 5 pictures that take approximately 15-30 mins. HOW SICKENING! You guys better appreciate all the time and effort I've put in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont entertain anymore photo request after this. It will all be in Facebook. Back to Han River. So,bit by bit people left. Hakim left the earliest due to his dance practice session. WHATEVER!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,left Me,Navin,Cheryl,Wyelin,Akbar,Sufi,Rahman and Mdm Halimah. Took a photo then off we went home. Initially wanted to take more pictures with Navin,wyelin and cheryl,but as you all know,there's no view or scenery in Simei,so we went our separate ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and took a shower,relaxed and went online. I'm so sleepy! I tried to zip the folders for the photos since 7pm so that I dont have to upload on Facebook which is taking hours. Tried zip here,there,everywhere. Mission failed. So gave up and forced myself to upload on Facebook since most of my classmates wants it and it would be easier for them to just steal from the album instead of asking me to send to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm still uploading. Have 50 or so more photos to go. Wish me luck. Multiply AutoUploader is not installing! Whats wrong?!!!! Till here. BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the remaining survivors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOnMn-1UzI/AAAAAAAAADg/egaAaNf76RM/s1600-h/P1010308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315275820560110386" style="WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOnMn-1UzI/AAAAAAAAADg/egaAaNf76RM/s400/P1010308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + Rahman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOhe1gK1GI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3sSSLN_33I/s1600-h/P1010264.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7981479772472847528?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7981479772472847528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7981479772472847528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Han River&apos;s WATERFALL'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6psvonvuSi0/ScOhe1gK1GI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3sSSLN_33I/s72-c/P1010264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-1678140777314190363</id><published>2009-03-18T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:41:34.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nizham stepped on my shoe. Jackass!</title><content type='html'>I survived! Yay! So today was a bit better than yesterday. But I've lost my voice. Mom doesnt even care that I'm sick. TSK! Did the face paint today. Most of them had irritations once they washed it off. Pity them. Luckily when I wanted to use,the face paint finished already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As me and Momo was sweeping the floor,we had this convo when I heard that they dont want to use the face paint since there were bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayeesyah:(in a soft voice) Yes! They're not gonna use the face paint!&lt;br /&gt;Moses: Yes! Haha! replace with wall paint.&lt;br /&gt;Both laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Ayeesyah: Use Nippon!&lt;br /&gt;Moses: Nvm. I prefer we stick to face paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be funny to you,but it is to me. So..bug off! After making the dance studio sparkly clean(thanks to mine and Momo's efforts!),I went to e!hub with mamat to meet the Hirouka clan. Joked around and Nizham stepped on my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people step on my shoe. It may only be everlast and cost me 55 bucks,I still want it to look clean and not like it has been trampled by Nizham's shoe. Thanks ah Nizham. I'll get you back ah bro!! You just wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. Slept in the bus like a princess. Then home sweet home and took a shower. Tomorrow will not be going out. FINALLY! Instead,Ain will be coming to my house and accompany for the day. Thankies babe! The past few days have been going out and alot of cash spent. And I need rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for my first ever class gathering on Friday. I miss Qi Jun that Jay Chou wannabe! Till here. There's a typhoon going on in my nose. I need to go and check it out. HAHA. Random. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-1678140777314190363?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1678140777314190363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/1678140777314190363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/nizham-stepped-on-my-shoe-jackass.html' title='Nizham stepped on my shoe. Jackass!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5352242081135846963</id><published>2009-03-18T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:09:52.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voice of a man</title><content type='html'>Huge pain in the head! I need panadols!! Today woke up and I've officially lost my voice and my nose in trying to stop me from breathing. Sorry to Reverandom family,I cant make it for today's outing. Some other time yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I still have that stupid drama homework to do. Yes,its not done yet. And I have to be ready in like half an hr. So,looks like I'm gonna be late. I dont feel like going but I've got no choice. Today is the only day where we get to see ugly face paint on each other's face and then laugh it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Hopefully I'll manage to succumb the whole day before I collapse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5352242081135846963?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5352242081135846963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5352242081135846963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice-of-man.html' title='voice of a man'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8293996357575288927</id><published>2009-03-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:45:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh!! the pain!</title><content type='html'>Woke up today with a super bad sore throat! And I lost my voice in the morning. After thousands of strepsils shoved(haha!inside joke) inside my mouth,only regain it back a bit. Thank god Desmond didnt say anything. Pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to McD with Nizham to have lunch and catch up with him. Yes,I went with the sore throat. Cannot help it la! Cravings.. Then met Zeek to get my memory card back. Alot of explicit pictures! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for drama and it was one of the most boring sessions ever. All we did was practice our face paint on paper and then call it a day. I dont feel like going tmr but no choice since they gonna try the face paint on the faces tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were told to do another round of colouring at home. And I was like: WHAT? I'm suppose to enjoy my holidays! Coming back to school for this crap is bad enough and you are putting me through the shit of homework?! I dont even have god damn colour pencils at home! Besides,I've not even done my own school homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the vulgarities. I'm so frustrated. So after that went to Popular to buy freaking colour pencils that cost me $2.15 for a small pathetic box. Before that,called Cheryl to accompany me but she was sleeping her ass off like a pig! Who's the pig now? Haha. jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off back home. I had a great time sleeping in the bus. The guy next to me also did. Haha. He was putting his head on my shoulder la! I didnt even realise. I only woke up when my head hit the window hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now no one is online. Well,there are but nothing to talk to them. So calling Farhan now to use him since I'm bored. Lol. Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8293996357575288927?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8293996357575288927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8293996357575288927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-pain.html' title='oh!! the pain!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7101252399341918144</id><published>2009-03-16T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:24:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in agony</title><content type='html'>Today went to Vivo with Cheryl,Hakim and Zikri whereas we meet Wyelin there. Walked around looking for a bag for Cheryl to buy and pay half of it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shop was M)phosis. Browse through the bag that Cheryl wanted and it cost about 73 bucks. Quite cheap ah. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I didnt buy the bag for you.&lt;/em&gt; Well,the main purpose was to look for a bag for me. Alot of bags that I had chosen and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can still remember that the most expensive bag that I wanted was 300+. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tried,look in the mirror then check the price. Shocked. Put it back and walk off. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; Then finally choosen the one at Mango. 75 bucks. Then walk around and see got any nicer ones then went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and burping,walk around and window-shop heading towards Mango and meet Wyelin and bought the bag. Cheryl and I paid half each. Cos both of us are buying bags for each other's birthday which is in 7 months time(??)! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the bag exceeds 50bucks,then we split the amount. Been bragging to her that I want a New Urban Male bag,but she dont allow cos too costly. I understand..but I want it! HAHA. joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk around again here and there and finally headed home. The rest was taking the bus so I tagged along. Although the journey took like an hour plus,I love long bus journeys. The longer the better. Reached Tampines int around 7:15 then took bus 38 home and saw Nisa and Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dropped off and rush to see Farhan. Sorry dude. And off back home. Right now feel like vomiting. I have been having this sore throat since morning. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kemp! Dont tell Desmond I got sore throat. Or else he'll lecture me for not taking care of my voice. &lt;/span&gt;Although its just a slight one,I'm so afraid that its gonna become worst tomorrow. Furthermore I got SYF sessions tmr. Urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant wait to see Nizham and Razi for lunch tmr! I miss you boys badly! See you. Had so much fun today. I need to sleep. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of today are at Cheryl's blog. Please go and see. I very lazy to put here. Too many to upload. And the photos in Cheryl's blog,well..there's alot alot alot more than that! Happy laughing your ass off just dont discriminate. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7101252399341918144?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7101252399341918144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7101252399341918144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-agony.html' title='in agony'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8258384034197155892</id><published>2009-03-15T12:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:02:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet 'cha wont be reading till the end</title><content type='html'>March holidays have already started but to me its no holiday at all. I still have to be back in school on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday from 2pm to 5pm.&lt;/span&gt; Obviously for SYF drama. I'm gonna die of intensive acting. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So watch out for my funeral invitation yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why Desmond(my instructor) is not commenting much on our acting skills. Clearly our voice projection sucks,there are still diva-thinkers and there are still people who refuse to listen to instructions and take things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pretty much the ones that I need for SYF are gone and the ones that are a nuisance are here to stay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is hell in the dance studio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They blame others for putting them through this shit but never blame themselves for what trouble they have put drama through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you must have already know that I got no more passion for drama. I did say it to Desmond and I'm glad that he understands because of the things that I have to deal with that has got nothing to do with drama. For example,their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this tuesday and wednesday's session,well...&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not ready for it&lt;/span&gt;. I dont want those people to ruin my week free from hustle and bustle of school life. I know(and so does Desmond) that they always talk about me behind my back and cursing me and stuff like that for being too controlled over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad its the nature of my job. I'm the stage manager. I volunteered myself to be one. Teachers and instructors agreed that I'm fit for the job. So you people have no excuse to say that I'm controlling you whatsoever because if you cannot control yourself during sessions,&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;who else gonna do the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats with the losing of focus? Once you're done with your line,you get back to the real-life character you are and wait for your next turn. You think acting is so easy? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For god sake, it almost killed me the last time I did that and I broke down!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Portia character that I had to take on,kemp? It was a lawyer-like character and you always see them acting on tv. It looks simple but I cried when doing the role. Why? &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Because once you lose the momentum of the character,you cant get it back so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lets take for example a sarcastic character. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even a dumb person can pull off the character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,but what about the actions leading to your lines? You have the sarcasm when delivering your lines,but what about the actions and movements before,during and after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're on stage,you are to forget the real-life character that you possess and be the only one person that you are suppose to be,your character!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8258384034197155892?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8258384034197155892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8258384034197155892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/bet-cha-wont-be-reading-till-end.html' title='Bet &apos;cha wont be reading till the end'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-8925218948472669557</id><published>2009-03-14T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:41:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory!</title><content type='html'>Currently watching the match between Man U vs Liverpool. It is killing me everytime Liverpool scores a goal. Right now is the 83rd minute of the game and the score is 1-3. 1 being Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. Still have 7 minutes or so for Man U to score two more goals. Nothing is impossible!Maybe today is Liverpool's lucky day. Besides,Man U is still at the top of the charts,so no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Man U fans,lets start singing the 'Glory' song for Man U. They might need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Liverpool fans,especially Fad,dont be too complacent. Its just one of those days where you emerge victorious but still you'll never emerge at the top of the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start kicking thoses asses Red Devils! And I should have worn my Man U shirt. It might bring some luck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the score is 1-4. To navin and acha,dont be too happy. Liverpool still suck. Like I said earlier,its just one of those matches where they are lucky. Cheryl,start chanting so that Man U can win! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-8925218948472669557?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8925218948472669557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/8925218948472669557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory.html' title='Glory!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-9155892447302183638</id><published>2009-03-14T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:05:41.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talkative girl talking.</title><content type='html'>Pity Cheryl. Cheryl didnt get to see her fave teacher for the last time. Haha. Nvm. Still have Mr Teo. LOL. Anyways,yesterday had the issuing of report books and meet the parents session. Most teachers said I was a good girl *wide grins*. But I didnt hear that from the English teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C6 for my English so mom wanted to meet them. They said I was talkative and stuff like that. Its not my fault that Cheryl always make me laugh  in class okay. And we always come up with different stupid things to say. And mom threatened me that she will change my place if I dont show any improvement. I said : NO! I dont want. This happened in front of the teachers and they agreed with her. KANASAI LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and slacked with Fad and TJ clan! I miss them so much. Mom ordered kfc and mcD's as usual. So tonight they will be coming over again to watch the match between Manchester United and Liverpool. MAN U GONNA WIN! Man U fans will be at my house,except for Fad who supports Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you,I dont know whats got into you. I've tried every possible thing I could to get you to come to your senses but it just wont do. We may not be drifting apart but the situation you're in now,well,makes me want to move away from you. I find you disgusting! Your actions and the way you speak to me. I dont care whether girls like you in that way,I know I dont! I know friends should be there rain or shine,thick or thin. But if the friend in trouble,dont want to help himself,what can the helping friend do? I miss the old you and I need the old you that always care for me. You know I'm never gonna leave you,so take that chance and change for the better. It's about time.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags will be replied here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wyelin: He'll fail his exams. Trust me, he keeps walking here and there in school. He doesn't look like one who studies either. Just come to sch for the sake of coming and smoke his way to graduation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: Why cant the school just like suspend all this people. Such a nuisance to teachers and the school and US! Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haKIM: HAHA. The post on tues, march 10 is sooooo MY LINE!!! HUAK.HUAK. im so famous!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: Whatever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl: oh pls. My heart and eyes are only for Daryl tan. Mr teo and the others can f off far far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: your heart only for daryl tan? Bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl: Hahaha. Ayah, along ah, Bali Bombing eh! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acha: i noe who u refering too abt the guy u mention on ur wed post.one day they will suffer!pauto dia uh.aper lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: lek uh. blom ader evidence nk pauto die ah. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haKIM: don't u dare post about wad happened on 12th march hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: I'll try my best not to. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl: eh why? aisyah, post it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reply: I tell you when I see you. Super hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-9155892447302183638?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/9155892447302183638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/9155892447302183638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/talkative-girl-talking.html' title='talkative girl talking.'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7117570968015461561</id><published>2009-03-11T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:39:02.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarifah version of hip hip hooray!</title><content type='html'>Today seems to be alright. Nothing interesting happened. Just the usual laughs and scoldings. Wait! Something interesting did happen in the morning at the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,there was this new female teacher standing beside Mr Syafiq wearing a low-cut top. Abut low-cut la. And Mr Syafiq was much taller than her. So me and Cheryl made all the background sound effects about him looking into the teacher's cleavage. LOL. Damn hilarious. Furthermore his eyes and facial expressions suited the whole thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that this week will be Mr Syafiq's last week. YAY! No one can tease me anymore! Hopefully its Daryl Tan's last week too so me and Wyelin can rest our ears from hearing too much of Daryl Tan. Hip hip hooray! Hip hip Hooray!(like ms sarifah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this group of boys disturbing us while we were doing our vocal warm-ups. I went out and they ran away but one boy pointed middle finger at me and so I said,: FUCK YOU BACK! And desmond thought they said it to me but actually I was the one that said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he chiong out the dance studio and shouted:OI! But all run with their tails between their legs. One of the boys is none other than the guy with the eyeliner and hp larnyard around him. My darling 5a2 peeps should know who I'm talking about. He and his friends always smoke at the toilet outside my class. Pauto you one day k bastard bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity their parents. Raise them to be good kids,end up worst than mothafuckers. Hope they suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7117570968015461561?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7117570968015461561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7117570968015461561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sarifah-version-of-hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Sarifah version of hip hip hooray!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7560112176513439643</id><published>2009-03-10T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:12:14.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds of the same feather flock together</title><content type='html'>Today was abit hectic. My brain is not fully-functioning at the moment. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are born kind but they choose to be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go into detail. It was a small matter but cannot negotiate. CONFLICT! WORLD WAR 3! Right acha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay for me now. I actually will just go on like it did not happen. But please,if you hate me,show it like you do rather than putting on a mask and being someone whom you are not. And that is exactly who you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats unity if you do not work with others? I've never offended you before but you still snap at me. What have I done wrong? You even snap at her, Your own bestfriend. What is this? Have you lost respect? I let you do the things but just one question made you snap at me. Furthermore,the question was not harmful and I asked you nicely. At least I didnt complain or anything cos I know you have put alot of time and effort in it. I appreciated it okay. Dont take it that I'm ganging up with the others to bring you down,because I'm not. I just cant understand people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never say you dont care what others say. Cos deep down you actually know that you want to know what people are saying about you. I've said i dont care before,but its always not what it means. So yeah. I just hope you think about this. Unless you still want to be stubborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7560112176513439643?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7560112176513439643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7560112176513439643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/birds-of-same-feather-flock-together.html' title='Birds of the same feather flock together'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-6576157540249552091</id><published>2009-03-09T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:41:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qijun made my day!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Today seems to be alright. CD as usual learned nothing. And POA learned a new topic. Me,Qijun and Akbar could not stop laughing cos of the things that qijun said. Its very censored so shall not say it. But thanks qijun for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to kfc with acha,wyelin and dyla. Then went home and I saw Jamie,Farid,Mach,Jup and Boi in the bus. I miss those boys man. They also took 5 with me. Had a very long and havoc chat in the bus since the bus was super empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After alighting,they all followed me back home cos wanted to meet my brother. And I got to see Fad. ARGGHH!! lol. Damn happy la. Then we talk and talk and talk until i forgot that I havent bathe. haha. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super sleepy now. Oh &amp;amp; today is like my forgetful day. I forgot to do SS homework, sign the camp form, do english essay correction, bring SS file,refill my water bottle and remind Fad about something. Whats wrong with my brain?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot forget Cheryl's expression when she saw daryl tan this morning up close and personal. Her 'WHOOAH' was super high pitch. And loud! Hahaha. You make me laugh la babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've created a new spelling for my name that is gonna be put on my class t-shirt: AYEESYAH. Cheryl,please dont anyhow change the pronunciation of my name like miss eee-zati okay. Or I'll start calling you what "your favourite teacher" calls you. You know who hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Acha,I found a new addictive song. Pahit akan manis akhirnya by Ukays. LOL. To me addictive only la. And dont care about the you-know-who that is jealous of you and you-know-who. Maybe she has never had a close friend before and takot tkde kwn in future so she stick to this one lor. Pretend she never existed before. Kalau da tak tahan,sound je. Jangan kasi muke kat lakhanat nie sume. ISH! Fierce nye aku. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Takecare and see ya'll soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-6576157540249552091?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6576157540249552091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/6576157540249552091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/qijun-made-my-day.html' title='Qijun made my day!'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4656940466170873618</id><published>2009-03-08T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:36:08.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superhuman</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had Flag Day. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Refer to Acha's blog on what happened &lt;/span&gt;when we went to Paya Lebar. It was an easy job I have to say. Then went to grandaddy house and headded home after that. Came home and slept. Yes I'm a pig. Happy Cheryl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then woke up,chatted with Acha and then went to town with Fad and Farhan. I was really uncomfortable. Ask me to find out. Saw a Ed Hardy hoodie. I WANT IT! Then me and Fad went shopping for shoes and Farhan bought perfume,cap and formal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Fad went to have supper at MacD's. Broke after shopping so no choice but to have supper there. Talked about really personal stuff. More personal than the ones that I always talk to some friends. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I wanted to break down at one point. PRESSURE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home only at around 1am. There was clearly no public transport except for the taxis,but we were broke so called my brother to get us. And Fad said this after I called my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fad: Kan I da ckp naek motor i. U tknk jgk. tkyah nk susakn abg u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i already told you take my bike. you dont want. no need to disturb ur bro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ong: naek motor ngn u? baru last friday kene accident. u pikir i nk ke? giler la u nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(take the bike w/ u? just last friday u got into an accident. u tink i want? crazy ah u.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got into an accident last Friday at the exact same place where my brother got into an accident. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Fad's was on Friday. Another biker on Saturday. My brother on Sunday. All at the exact same place. And the accident got worse and worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro dropped me off and then went chillaxing with Fad and the rest at some place. I&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; stood under the block looking at the staircase and the lift.&lt;/span&gt; I dont know which one to take. I had an eerie experience at the stircase last yr and its still fresh in my mind and I really dont want to take it. Whereas for the lift,what if the door opens and 'something' is standing outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself together, took the lift and once the door open on the second floor,I stepped out looking left and right and then walked quickly towards the door. Quickly unlocked the door cos I swear I felt something was behind me. It was not my mind playing tricks on me or when you're scared,you start to get agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time I swear something was walking behind me cos my neighbour has a row of plants so when something hits the leaves of her plants,you know someone is there. Furthermore it was super silent at that time,so the sound that was coming from the brushing of the leaves was so clear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the door was unlocked,rushed into the house and shut the door without looking up. But I could see a shadow of someone or something standing outside my neighbour's house. Quickly locked the door and took a bathe and tried to sleep. But cannot. I was abit disturbed by the image of the shadow. I was somehow curious to just open the door and see what that thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid that thing would come into my house. So I listened to my mp3 at full blast and manage to fall asleep. Then suddenly there was this vibrating sensation on my bed. I was scared la. Then I found out my phone was vibrating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Oh and today did nothing much. Just slept and cleaned my table. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4656940466170873618?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4656940466170873618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4656940466170873618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/superhuman.html' title='superhuman'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5460273331326746538</id><published>2009-03-05T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:36:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning rain please..</title><content type='html'>I'm lost right now. I'm tired right now. I'm sleepy right now. I need motivation right now. I've not been studying for any subjects for the past week. I'm not sure why. I'm starting to fall asleep in class but thank goodness I still can catch what is being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,today's motivational talk..Well,I was abit motivated to charge forward and outbeat the mothafuckers and bring them down. But I expected the talk to be more inspiring. But at least I was motivated right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had drama.I mixed my lines all over again. What the hell is wrong with me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday it has been raining in the evening or somewhere late afternoon. Why cant it rain in the morning?  Apart from alot of people getting drenched,the morning breeze would be nice with the cold air. Morning rain! morning rain! morning rain! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 11-years of bestie,I just hope you would listen to my advice cos trust me,you chose the wrong time to stray away. Whats so good about it anyway? Protection? Please.. only you can protect yourself cos when the others need to run away,they will leave you stranded. And finally..it might just end you up in jail. Think about it my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Fad,thanks dude for telling my mom! Now I dont know what to say to her! I'll kill you after my o levels. LOL. takecare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5460273331326746538?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5460273331326746538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5460273331326746538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-rain-please.html' title='morning rain please..'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-4099631130840882405</id><published>2009-03-03T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:36:21.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; cant wait to get my hands on&lt;/span&gt; Wyelin's(soon to be mine) pencil box! It may look cheap but I like the simplicity. And also my new urban male bag or some other new tote bag! And the trip up the flyer and the dinner at pastamania and a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately all these things need money and guess what? I've got none. I certainly would not touch the money in the bank as its strictly for education(hah!) and obviously future emergency use. So,I guess I have to start starving in school and not shop and be kind to my uncles and grandadyy so they would give me money. What a clever child I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anyways,today I start to get this impression that someone is a pervert! 5a2 students should know who. Shall not say anymore just that I feel really uncomfortable around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moving on.. Mr Teo made us change seats and also formation. He wanted us to mix around with the different races. Note to teo wee seng: its impossible given the class is so unattentive especially towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to hospital to visit brother. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The size of his lips outbeats Angelina Jolie's! Hah!&lt;/span&gt; His friends and gf were there too. After some time,he said he wanted to smoke(!!),so we brought him down. There was this corner where all smokers smoke there. These people totally ignored the sign above their heads which says: The hospital is not a smoking area. You will be fined $1,200 if found guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One doctor came out of the blue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;doctor: smoke faster. NEA is upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: uh k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WTH! How can a doctor possibly ask him to smoke faster?! I was shocked! And then his friends played F1 with my brother since he's on the wheelchair. Damn funny! I started to become sleepy so decided to go home. One of his friends wanted to send me but I dont trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only trust my brother with the bike and no one else. But now that he has got himself into such disaster,I trust no one and no bike! LOL. So he accompanied me all the way under my block. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sweet right?&lt;/span&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am still feeling sleepy. Well,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shall go to sleep and dream that money grow on trees.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I should go back to my old job and use that money to get what I want. But its so tiring! HMM..looks like it all comes down to savings. Till here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-4099631130840882405?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4099631130840882405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/4099631130840882405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-7351946984363425903</id><published>2009-03-02T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:54:11.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some nurses need to be trained even for the slightest task</title><content type='html'>School was fine today. Except the fact that I have lost all my respect towards Faisal. He kicked Kemp's table purposely and did not apologise. He irritated Nisa when she was trying her best to change and do better. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He was born to be an asshole I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute Nisa for shouting at Faisal. But too bad that even did not trigger the guilty feeling. I cant express fully to anyone how I hate him so much now. JERK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,after school went to hospital as brother got into a motorbike accident. I knew it would happen,just waiting for it to happen. Well,his lips were busted. They had to stitch it. His lips then became swollen and its almost the same size as his nose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were also a few cuts on his leg. Nothing serious,just the lips. And I got scolded for something that I asked when I arrive. The first qn was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;aisyah: where's your bike?&lt;br /&gt;brotha: you should be asking about me and not the bike. I'm more impt.&lt;br /&gt;aisyah: the bike is equally impt okay! without it,I cant go places in a hurry. *laughs*. So,how are you AND the bike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just rolled his eyes. Found out that a van had hit him and he was thrown off his bike until he kena the windscreen of the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;aisyah: pain anot?&lt;br /&gt;brotha: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no la. shiok like want to die like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blood from a cut on his lips started flowing down his chin,so I called a nurse to help him with the blood and the wounds since his lips are badly busted. She went back to a group of nurses and asked whether anyone can help with his lips,no one replied her. She and the other nurses still can look at my brother like one idiot. Then go back to doing their work like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed about that la! After like a few seconds later,I went to the nurse and say&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;," excuse me,you're a nurse and I believe your job is to attend to the patients no matter how busy you are with your paperwork. What kind of nurse are you? What if there is someone dying or had hurt himself/herself,are you gonna just leave that person there? I cant believe that you're so stupid."&lt;/span&gt; There were like 7-8 nurse standing near my brother's bed doing some paperwork. Cant even one of them just attend to my brother for awhile? They know he needs help,they can still just look at him. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;STUPID SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the counter and asked one male nurse to help us and he kindly did and even help to clean all the blood that are dried. I cannot believe I had called a nurse stupid,but come on..if you're in the same situation,you would also be very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a patient beside my brother. He wanted to get off from the bed cos he wanted to open his cupboard. He called onto one nurse but she just loook at him and walk away knowing he was struggling. When I got sick enough,I helped him. When he fell also no one attend to him. In the end me and my bro's gf had to help him up. I really am disappointed with the nurses. I mean,patients need your help and you just look at him like he is stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and here I am. I'm so sleepy right now. So..gotta go catch some sleep before my cousin comes. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-7351946984363425903?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7351946984363425903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/7351946984363425903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-nurses-need-to-be-trained-even-for.html' title='Some nurses need to be trained even for the slightest task'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504208083600366940.post-5080112710648238837</id><published>2009-02-27T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:02:29.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopes and dreams</title><content type='html'>Today was okay-okay. POA was sort of fun. At least I learn something and had a no-brainer test. Pheww! And Mr alvin didnt come today,so no Bio test. Grrr.. when I entered the class,I saw miss eeee-zati(inside joke),I shouted,"what the hell! I study like fuck can!" and then akbar gave me this shocking look. Cos he was really shocked. Haha. damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,went home with guiling. Then came home and slept. Woke up at 4.30pm. I ditched drama today. Just too lazy and tired to go and I hate friday sessions so yup. Meet Farhan after that to go Eastpoint and look for his stuff. Along the way,there's this conversation we had about Pesta Perdana 10-a malay award-giving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: eh,today got Pesta Perdana 10 you know. Actually I wanted to go,but no hope seh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: you watching uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: yeah. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: Nothing. You're an aspiring actress right? And you only want to be acting in theatres only right? then how are you going to be recognised and get an award like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: tsk..farhan farhan.. Acting is not all about knowing who's best at what. To me,its about the passion. I dont care about all those awards la. I just wanna act. It lets me into a different world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: and where has that 'PASSION' gone to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: (pauses and thinks) Its inside me. I just have to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: in other words,you have no more passion for drama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: something like that. But I'm trying my best okay! I still want to act,just no drive. how liddat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: you gave me a deeper and supported answer the last time I asked you. And now look at what has happened. You suddenly wanna become a teacher. And the next thing I know,you want to do pyschology. You're excessively ambitious dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: Then wad am I to do? I have got so many things that I wanna do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: then do at what you do best. Acting and teaching. Thats all that you need. You can always try other things when you're stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: now I dont feel ambitious at all. I just wanna sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: you see what this has done to you. You can actually go astray from your studies if you dont concentrate and set your goals now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: dont pressure me can?!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: I'm not. Yes I know that you are tired. But if now you're already tired,then when you go jc how? Cannot wake up at all. Time-management okay aisyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aisyah: Are you done? Seriosuly,tell me all this when I'm fresh again. I just need lots of rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan: sure. anything. Lets go home. (in a disappointed tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you all see what school has done to me. I just seem to lose interest on some things quickly when I have pressure or excessively ambitious. Anyways,went to a few jc's website. I have finally choosen some of the campuses that I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just makes me even more pressured given the points that I have to attain just to get in. Well,pray hard I will work hard throughout the year and not disappoint myself. JC,here I come! LOL. long way to go man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504208083600366940-5080112710648238837?l=ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5080112710648238837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504208083600366940/posts/default/5080112710648238837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ong-undertheradar.blogspot.com/2009/02/hopes-and-dreams.html' title='hopes and dreams'/><author><name>aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225100342670495934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
